"The Ice Sword of the Nether Fire Elf!"

Someone in the crowd drank its name.

The principle of incompatibility of water and fire is well known. It is easy to imagine how difficult it is to engrave the runes that suppress the Nether Fire Elf on the Ice Sword.

However, once successful, the repulsion between elements is coordinated, an unexpected derivative - light will be produced.

The refractive power of ice can make the Nether Fire exert greater power.

The name of inheritance is well-deserved!

Yang Jian raised the lightsword high, and the light of the Nether Fire was extremely charming.

The scene fell into silence.

"Boss Yang is indeed a lucky person." Jinguan's eyes were gloomy.

"Please let Yang try a few more," Yang Jian handed the lightsaber to Bob.

"Please give me a gift", the golden can be handed over.

Humph, I don't believe that you, a kid, will have such good luck.

The golden can muttered secretly.

Yang Jian was walking among the rows of racks with the slaughtering flying knives.

A glimpse of his eyes, and a light flashed through his eyes.

Then, he made a cross with a knife on a jar.

Immediately afterwards, the third one next to it...

Immediately afterwards, the fifth one above...

A jar covered with dust and spider webs, which seemed to be a bit old, was also marked with a cross.

A jar is covered with silver and is frozen for thousands of miles.

A crescent moon on a jar is like a hook, like a real thing.

...

In the last statistics, more than a hundred jars were marked.

Yang Jian patted the dust on his hands and put the slaughter flying knife back into his pocket.

"That's all." He seemed to be a little unsatisfied.

Jinguan's expression was solemn, and it was obvious that Yang Jian's actions were too confident.

"Okay", he also planned to make a last try.

"Since Brother Yang is so happy, let's verify it one by one."

Wave the gold can.

Dozens of waiters walked forward, picked up the hammer, and broke the jar.

The first waiter hit a can with a large hammer weighing dozens of kilograms.

"Bang!", a loud bang.

A biting chill came out of the broken jar.

The waiter felt the biting cold, and his body couldn't help but tremble and stuttered.

"Transfer...Inheritance, the light sword of the Xuanbing Elf!".

"Ha...", a burst of surprise sounded at the scene.

It's so good luck to be able to draw out inherited weapons one after another.

"Bang!" Another loud bang interrupted people's thoughts.

"Inheritance, Shadow Elf Sword!".

"Bang!"

"Inheritance, Xuanyue Elf Sword!".

"Inheritance, the sacred destiny of the Demon Fighting Demon!".

"Inheritance, the Ring of Fate of Fighting Demons!".

The scene began to fall into a boiling sensation, like a large pot of boiling water.

People were furious, and cheers drowned out the entire club.

"One more!", people shouted affectionately.

"One more!".

The results of opening the can today are destined not to disappoint them.

Listen to the cheers and the harsh sound of opening the can.

Jinguan only felt a dull sound from his brain.

A mouthful of blood was spit out of his mouth with difficulty.

He staggered a few steps before falling to the floor.

"Hurry up and give the boss first aid!" The attendants were in a mess.

"What a good one, you're black and eat black."

Jintan looked at the ceiling and could no longer move.
Chapter completed!