I Began Selling Jars from Naruto World Chapter 385: : Purple treasure reappears

While Silently wondered about the possible outcome of this tier 4 jar battle.

Whitebeard seems to have encountered something sadder.

More than 100 jars failed to win the grand prize.

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

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

Without a grand prize for a long time, Whitebeard can't help himself.

Silence is about to comfort him.

Next jar.

A silky purple gas wafts 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.

Om——

A dragon roar with an unspeakable sense of vicissitudes resounded in Whitebeard's mind. The dragon shape formed by purple gas was far clearer than the previous blue dragon. Beard, it seems that after countless years, he has witnessed the vicissitudes of life, and even the white-bearded Farr can't help shrinking his neck, hiding behind the white beard and shivering.

Whitebeard has 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 sale price.

Then the epic is five times the price of the third-level jar, in other words, 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 only exists in theory", which can be completely ignored when opening a can.

So say.

This guy is the real Emperor of Europe.

Silence is the first time I've seen someone open an epic level from a three-level jar, and only about 900 jars have been opened.

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

Silence already knows what this is.

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

A lilac light burst into Whitebeard's body.

Information floods 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, and one person is the heart of all!

That's right, this is a terrifying skill that concentrates the power of a disciple to create a super-powerful one!

In the design of Silence, 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 100%. Between one and 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!

Silence felt that he could take back what he said earlier.

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 muttered in a low voice, then began to laugh with all his might, his voice moving towards the clouds Rolling away, it took a full ten minutes to stop laughing.

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.

A naval admiral, a revolutionary army dragon, none of them 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 started to think, Your presence is a gift to our world."

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

That's right.

From the very beginning, when he picked up the drifting jar, it brought him a surprise. After all, it could 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, for the future of his sons, to let his sons break through even if he resisted the navy.

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

In this case.

Whitebeard is fully immersed in it.

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

This is a statement from the point of view of the superior.

But Whitebeard didn't think anything was wrong.

That 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 sped up the opening of the jar.

There are more than 300 jars left, and he only won two grand prizes, one for body forging inheritance, and the other for construction.

When Whitebeard finished his last drop, the burly figure stood up.

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

"Go." Silent said nothing.

When the voice 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 god, What kind of dread will those **** who call themselves gods fall into."

Although silent and friendly.

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

These, let Whitebeard clearly feel it.

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

The so-called strong is such an existence.