Chapter 385: Reappearance of Purple Treasures

Just when Silent conjectured the possible results of this fourth-level jar battle.

Whitebeard seems to have encountered something sadder.

More than 100 jars, failed to open the grand prize.

Although the probability of the blue rare-level jackpot in the third-level jar is 1%, the luck of Whitebeard seems to have been good, and now I don't know what happened, and the jackpot has never been awarded.

One hundred two, one hundred three, one hundred eight...

There has been no big prize for a long time, and Whitebeard can't hold back his breath.

Silence was about to comfort him.

next jar.

A trace of purple gas wafted out of the jar.

This is different from the grand prize in between, Whitebeard didn't react all of a sudden.

But the next moment.

hum-

An indescribable sense of vicissitudes of dragon roar resounded in Whitebeard's mind. The dragon shape composed of purple gas was far clearer than the previous blue dragon. It seems that after countless years, he has witnessed the vicissitudes of life, and even Farr, who has the shoulders of the white beard, can't help shrinking his neck, hiding behind the white beard and shivering.

Whitebeard has already reacted.

This is - epic.

"Epic-level treasures were opened!?" Whitebeard's eyes widened, his expression full of shock, "Epic can also be opened in a third-level jar?"

"There is such a possibility in fate, but most people have not been able to open epic treasures from the third-level jar until they are qualified to open the fourth-level jar." Silent said softly.

In the third-level jar, there is indeed the possibility of a purple epic.

If the general item is one-fifth of the price.

The blue jackpot is the actual selling price.

Then the epic is five times the price of the third-level jar. In other words, for this jar, silence will lose money.

So he set a probability of one in two thousand.

This series of Whitebeard was designed not long ago, just to meet the probability of 1 in 2,000 and put one in the three-tier prize pool, and the rest of the series, at most two or three.

This is the kind of "probability that exists only in theory", which can be completely ignored when opening a can.

so.

This guy is the real Emperor of Europe.

It was the first time Silent saw someone open an epic level from a third-level jar, and only about 900 jars were opened.

Whitebeard didn't laugh in a hurry, but Anh resisted his excitement and looked at the treasure in the jar.

Silence already knew what it was.

After all, he only put one in this prize pool.

A lavender light group poured into Whitebeard's body.

Information poured in at the same time.

Name: Zongmen Skill · One Heart!

Effect: Where there are sect disciples, the disciples can voluntarily transfer their attributes to a certain person at a certain ratio. One person is the heart of all!

That's right, this is a terrifying skill that concentrates the power of the disciple and creates a super strong!

When Silent was designing, in order to avoid too many bugs, a number of thresholds were designed. First, the range was set. Second, the attributes were not 100% transferable. According to the individual will, the transfer ratio was different, generally 1% to 100%. Between ten percent, and the more people there are, the stronger the power, and the lower the transfer ratio.

In other words.

If Whitebeard's sons are enough and around, he can temporarily gain power from them!

Silent felt that he could take back what he said before.

With this skill, Whitebeard may not have the possibility of competing with the rest of the forces for the fourth-level jar.

"This... is an epic treasure..." Whitebeard murmured in a low voice, and then began to laugh with all his might, his voice rolling toward the clouds. Go, laugh for a full ten minutes before stopping.

This shows how happy he is.

For Whitebeard, who longs for and values ​​his family, what could make him happier than receiving support and strength from his family?

in his heart at the moment.

No admiral of the navy, or a revolutionary army dragon, all of which are worth mentioning. As long as he has his family by his side, he is sure that he can defeat all enemies!

"Congratulations." Silent just smiled faintly.

"Today is the happiest day of my life so far." Whitebeard seemed to have had enough laughs. He gulped down a gulp of wine with a smile on his face. Looking at the silence, he said, "I began to feel that your arrival , is a gift to our world."

To be able to say something like this shows that Whitebeard has become a big fan of the jar.

This is also of course.

From the very beginning, when he picked up the drifting jar, it brought him a surprise. After all, it was able to rejuvenate his body, which had begun to age, and even saw the hope of regaining his youth.

And behind.

He even believed that the jar was for the sake of his sons' future, even if he resisted the navy, but also let his sons break out of the encirclement.

Now it turns out he was right, even better than he thought.

In this situation.

Whitebeard had completely fallen into it.

"Gifts are often accompanied by challenges." Silent kept a smile and encouraged, "I will look forward to where you can go."

This is a statement from the perspective of the superior.

But Whitebeard didn't think anything was wrong.

This is the truth.

What he has to do is to open more jars, meet more challenges, and then take his sons step by step toward the realm beyond the past, until he reaches the peak, just like the past ten years.

With such energy, Whitebeard accelerated the speed of opening the jar.

With three hundred or so jars left, he only gave out two grand prizes, one for body forging inheritance, and the other for construction.

After Whitebeard drank the last drop of wine, the burly figure stood up.

"Thanks for the hospitality, but I'm going back to my sons now." He didn't demonstrate his impatience, he wanted to add all his sons to the sect as soon as possible.

"Go." Silent said nothing.

The words fell, the environment around Whitebeard changed, and he found himself standing on top of the broken board again.

"It's so amazing..." Whitebeard felt the power of the explosion in his body, and glanced at Farr on his shoulders, showing a refreshing smile, "I really want to see, facing the real gods, those who call themselves What kind of fear the garbage of the gods will fall into."

Although silent in words and deeds.

But there are magical jars, magical actions, incomprehensible characters, and terrifying powers.

These, let Whitebeard clearly feel.

——Under Silent's friendly smile, there is also an inviolable majesty.

The so-called strong is such an existence.