Fantasy: Start Rewarding 100 Consecutive Draws

"Run!"

Roaring at the Silver Moon Wolf, Lu Chuan fled away like crazy as if his butt was on fire.

Puff puff!

The three-headed and six-armed monster's self-explosion was completely different from that of ordinary monks. It kept blowing air like farting.

Among these gases, there are also some viscous liquids.

Lu Chuan didn't dare to stay at all, partly because of nausea, but mostly because the poison was too strong.

Puff puff!

The fart behind him kept going, while Lu Chuan ran with his head depressed.

After leaving the range of the explosion, Lu Chuan squatted on the ground, panting tiredly.

This series of farts scared Lu Chuan enough, and he didn't recover from it for a long time.

Little Yinzi was also terrified, shivering in Lu Chuan's arms.

After about ten breaths, Lu Chuan took a deep breath, and then took the spoils from the licking dog's mouth.

The cultivator's combat effectiveness was mediocre, and he was directly killed by the licking dog.

But that three-headed and six-armed monster was strong, if he hadn't farted in the end and let himself die, Lu Chuan would have had no choice but to run away.

After careful inspection, Lu Chuan found that there were quite a few good things.

Twenty-three medium-grade spirit stones, more than 7,800 low-grade spirit stones, more than 100 bottles of Qi Refining Pills, and a lot of other miscellaneous medicines.

Of course, the most precious thing was the longbow and the thirteen arrows that came with it.

The bow of the high-grade magic weapon level, combined with the disposable arrows of the top-grade magic weapon level, exerted extremely terrifying power.

Lu Chuan was wearing the porcupine inner armor of the highest grade magical weapon, and a hole the size of a fist was blasted out of it.

When the arrow went down, the porpoise's inner armor was almost scrapped, only a very thin base was left to block it.

If you do it again, let alone such a powerful high-grade magic weapon, even a low-grade magic weapon can pierce the inner armor of the porpoise.

"What a fucking dog!"

Lu Chuan cursed secretly, although he harvested two high-grade magic weapons, he half scrapped one top-quality magic weapon, thanks to his bleeding heart.

"Wang?"

Hearing Lu Chuan's words, the licking dog couldn't help barking.

There is a big doubt in the small eyes, and I can't figure out why I want a Japanese dog for no reason.

"Not about you."

Lu Chuan kicked the dog's upturned butt angrily, not to mention, the foot feels very good.

"By the way, I found out why many people's space magic weapon is this kind of universe bag? Instead of rings, bracelets, and earrings that are smaller and more diverse?"

After sorting things out, Lu Chuan asked.

"Because the refining method of Qiankun bag is more mature."

The system replied: "If the space is relatively small, many materials can be used to refine the magic weapon of space, but if it reaches a certain level, the requirements for materials will be greatly increased. This kind of space bag has a larger internal space and is more stable. , so it is respected by many monks."

"I see!"

Lu Chuan nodded, and silently opened the lottery roulette.

After blocking the mouthful of old phlegm from the three-headed and six-armed monster, the Qingfeng sword was abolished.

The rust stains corroded and broke the blade, leaving less than half of the original three-foot-long blade.

Said it was a sword, but now it was as short as a dagger.

"Daddy bless!"

After using all the accumulated lucky draw times, Lu Chuan prayed silently in his heart.

[Congratulations on winning a bottle of Condensing Qi Pill! 】

[Congratulations on winning the middle-grade magic weapon fishbone dagger! 】

[Congratulations on picking up a bottle of Zhongxiejing Cutting Pill! 】

...

Twelve lottery draws, in addition to a lot of pills, is a dagger of the middle-grade magic weapon level.

Except for the narrower blade, this thing is almost exactly the same as the half-broken Qingfeng sword, and it is useless at all.

"Daddy, you don't love me anymore."

Lu Chuan was a little frustrated. Usually, he basically came to whatever he wanted, and occasionally he got a top prize when his luck broke out.

However, this time not only did they not have the best products, they didn't even get what they needed.

"It's a matter of luck. You can't always expect me to help you. Do it yourself, have enough food and clothing, don't you understand such a simple thing?"

The system father replied righteously.

"Okay, then I'll do my best."

Putting half of the Qingfeng sword and the fishbone dagger into the empty ring, Lu Chuan picked up the jasper bow that he captured after killing the handsome young man, and instantly turned into a shooter.

Although the man was very strong, and the three-headed and six-armed monster was awesome, but there were very few black beast corpses in the universe bag, less than twenty.

It's normal to say that, after more than two thousand years of siege and interception, the monks in the old capital have almost cleaned up the wandering black beasts here.

There are only some black beasts that are equivalent to the gas refining period and the gas condensation period, and they often wander around for a long time before seeing one.

Time flies by, and in the blink of an eye, two days later.

Lu Chuan patted Xiao Yinzi on the head, and the latter stopped immediately.

Just in front of it, about fifty meters away, there was a corpse lying on the yellow-gray ground.

The corpse looked like a male, and after being exposed to the wind and sun for an unknown amount of time, all the moisture in his body had evaporated, leaving only a layer of skin covering the skeleton.

The years have left traces on it, but it seems to be a little bit off.

It was neither bitten by snakes, insects, mice, ants, nor spoiled by microorganisms such as bacteria, but turned into something like bacon.

If it is an ordinary person, it is estimated that they will pass directly, or those who are more curious may stop and observe.

But who is Lu Chuan? He is a man with his face facing out of the latrine. He took out half of the Qingfeng sword's blade from the empty ring and threw it over.

laugh!

Although Lu Chuan was often inaccurate, he had great strength.

The sharp blades tore through the air, and the gusts of wind and screams were extremely ear-piercing.

Just hearing it, it makes people shudder.

Broken Sword was very fast, almost instantly crossing a distance of tens of meters to the face of this withered corpse.

According to normal circumstances, the broken sword would easily tear the corpse into pieces.

However, just when it was about to hit, the dead corpse that should have been dead for an unknown time suddenly lifted up, and then fled away in the distance.

"Want to run if you can't make a sneak attack? How can there be such a good thing in the world?"

Lu Chuan snorted coldly, and he threw out another cut sword.

The ear-piercing screaming sound appeared again, and the target was directed at the head of the dead corpse.

Sensing the threat of death, the withered corpse's dry body suddenly twisted and softened like noodles.

The withered corpse dodged very timely, and the moment his body softened, the Broken Sword also galloped past his head.

"It's interesting, let me see how many times you can hide?"

A cold light flashed in Lu Chuan's eyes, and he took out a medium-grade fishbone dagger from the magic weapon.

This thing is relatively short, the most suitable for throwing darts.