"Okay, don't be in a daze." Ling Ye clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention back, "Who's next?"
Feng Xiaotian and Shui Bing'er's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and they took a step forward at the same time!
He forced a gentlemanly smile (although it looked a bit twisted), took a half step back, waved his hand and said, "Ahem, what's that... Ladies first, ladies first! Bing'er, please go first, I... I'll just be the last one!" When he said this, his eyes were glued to the blind boxes, as if he was saying goodbye to his beloved.
Shui Bing'er glanced at him in surprise, but she didn't refuse. She nodded slightly and said coldly: "Thank you." Then she walked straight forward. She always acted neatly and neatly. She selected a blind box and clicked lightly with her bare hands.
The blind box opened, and a ball of ice-blue pure energy exuding extreme coldness surged out and instantly integrated into Shui Bing'er's body. The aura around her suddenly became colder and colder, and the ground beneath her feet even automatically condensed into a thin layer of harder frost.
"Ice element affinity increased by ten percent." Shui Bing'er felt her own changes, and a trace of satisfaction flashed in her cold eyes. Coupled with the accumulation of previous blind box openings, her ice element affinity has reached 30%, which is an extremely astonishing value.
Ling Ye commented from the side: "Yes, Sister Bing'er. If you follow this trend, if you open it a few more times, your ice attribute purity will probably be infinitely close to or even reach the level of ultimate ice." That is an attribute realm that even Titled Douluo dreams of.
Shui Bing'er's eyes flashed with anticipation. Without saying anything, she selected a blind box again and opened it.
This time, there was no energy light group, instead there was a clear sword cry! A piercing cold light shot up into the sky, as if it was going to cut through the entire space! The light converged, and a long sword with a simple and elegant shape, a long and narrow blade, and a sharp blade, exuding a cold air and the majesty of the king, was quietly suspended in the air. On the sword body, two small ancient seal characters "Yitian" can be faintly seen.
"A sword?" Shui Bing'er was slightly startled, then reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, his hand slightly heavy.
Ling Ye on the side twitched again when he saw the sword. (Well... the martial arts studio is also here to join in the fun? But this thing is indeed considered a magic weapon in Douluo Continent, and it is also a magically modified version.)
He cleared his throat and began to introduce: "Sister Bing'er , This sword has a lot of background!" He deliberately let it slip, "As for the background, I won't go into details, and you won't understand if I say too much. All you need to know is that this sword is called the "Yitian Sword"! It is a rare magical weapon!"
"What a magic weapon!" Feng Xiaotian exclaimed, his eyes almost bulging out, his face instantly turned green, and his heart throbbed! Why did I just say that women are first? ! If he had a thicker skin, would it be possible to have this magic weapon... The more he thought about it, the more bitter he became. He felt like he had missed out on 100 million gold soul coins. His intestines were almost filled with regret, and he almost had the words "envy, jealousy, hate" carved on his face.
Ling Ye ignored Feng Xiaotian's inner drama and continued to say to Shui Bing'er: "However, Sister Bing'er, your current soul power level is still low and you cannot fully exert its power. But when you are promoted to the Contra level in the future, holding this sword, you can leapfrog and challenge ordinary titled Douluo (such as those who have just passed level 90), it will not be a big problem!"
"If you wait until you become a titled Douluo yourself, and then hold the Yitian Sword, with its sharpness and your own top-level martial spirit, you may not be incapable of fighting even a level 95 super Douluo!" Hearing this, Shui Bing'er looked as cold as her, and the hand holding the sword hilt could not help but tighten a little, her beautiful eyes filled with brilliance. It doesn't matter whether this sword improves her greatly! Mainly because he is handsome! She waved it lightly, the sword energy was strong, and the air seemed to be frozen and cut, and she nodded with satisfaction: "Good sword."
She put away the Yitian Sword, feeling Feng Xiaotian's almost resentful gaze, her mood felt inexplicably better, and continued to open the next blind box.
A ball of pure soul power poured in, and her soul power level continued to break through, rising from level 32 to level 34.
Following that, she opened another blind box. What appeared this time was not an entity, but a ray of light that penetrated between her eyebrows. After a moment, Shui Bing'er's eyes flashed with understanding, and she raised her hand and punched out casually. The punch was so strong that it actually brought up a biting frost, and countless ice crystals condensed in the air.
"Tian Shuang Fist...another self-created soul skill." Shui Binger could not help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a stunning smile. Together with the "Ice Explosion Technique" prescribed before, this is already the second powerful self-created soul skill that is very suitable for her! This kind of harvest made her usually cold heart feel waves of joy.
Feng Xiaotian, who had been scratching his head and anxious for a long time, couldn't bear it anymore! He rushed forward with a lunge and almost performed a sliding kneel for Shui Bing'er. His face was filled with a flattering (and pitiful) smile, and he clasped his hands together and begged: "Sister Bing'er! Goddess Bing'er! Please! Give it to me! It's my turn! It's my turn! If you don't let me go, I'm going to explode!"
Shui Bing'er looked at him like a living treasure, and couldn't help but chuckle, like the ice and snow melting, and nodded: "Okay, come on."
With permission, Feng Xiaotian instantly Resurrected with full blood on the spot, he screamed with excitement: "Hahaha! It's finally my turn!!! Possessed by the European Emperor! Blessed by luck! What kind of self-created soul skills! What fragments of gods! What martial soul awakening cards! Give them all to the bowl!!!"
He was gearing up, as if he were getting blood, scanning the remaining dozen blind boxes with burning eyes, as if looking at a group of lambs to be slaughtered (?), and finally selected one, with great expectations and "ambition", and clapped his hands hard!
A flash of light!
The blind box is open!
What appeared in front of Feng Xiaotian was neither a soul power light group, nor a magic weapon, nor a skill inheritance, but...
A pack of ordinary-looking, even with a red bird pattern on it... spicy strips? !
Feng Xiaotian: "???"
The wild smile on his face froze instantly, like a duck being strangled by the neck.
Ling Ye almost spat out a mouthful of blood when he saw this thing.
Feng Xiaotian held the bag of "spicy strips" with a strange painting style that was incompatible with the surrounding soul power light and artifacts. The expression on his face was as if he had swallowed ten live flies at the same time, green and purple, colorful. His lips were trembling and he couldn't hold back a word for a long time.
That’s it? He had been looking forward to it for a long time, roared so loudly, and then a pack of snacks came out? ! What about the magical skills you promised? Where is the promised martial soul awakening? This gap is too big!
Ling Ye looked at Feng Xiaotian's doubtful expression, suppressing a smile and shrugging his shoulders. He coughed twice and tried to make his voice sound normal: "Ahem, Brother Feng, don't look like this. This spicy strip... is actually quite delicious! If you don't believe me, ask Yan, he had it last time and he was full of praise! Or you can ask Xie Yue and Sister Na when they come back, they have tasted it!"
He paused and added a seemingly practical function: "And oh, this food is not only delicious, but it can also quickly restore soul power! A pack at a critical moment may help!" (Although the effect may be minimal, it is better than nothing, Ling Ye added silently in his heart.)
Feng Xiaotian: "..."
He was not comforted at all! Restore soul power? Is it that bit of soul power that he lacks? What he lacks is the opportunity to change his fate against the odds! Looking at this bag of spicy strips now, he felt like he was looking at the Heavenly Sword he had missed, and his heart was bleeding. He stuffed the spicy strips into his arms with grief and anger, turned his grief and anger into strength, and threw himself viciously at the next blind box!
「Open! Give me a good product!」
The blind box opened, and an extremely sharp cyan light that seemed to be composed of countless small wind blades suddenly shot out, and instantly disappeared into Feng Xiaotian's eyebrows!
Feng Xiaotian's body shook violently, and a large amount of complex and mysterious information flowed into his mind instantly. The control of wind, the condensation of power, and a violent and destructive way of exerting it were deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul.
After a moment, he opened his eyes suddenly, and the sadness and anger on his face was instantly replaced by a huge surprise. He jumped up with excitement: "My own soul skill! Blade Storm! Hahahaha! It's cool! This name! It sounds domineering!"
He excitedly tried to activate his soul power and imitate the destructive moves in his mind. However, after gesticulating for a long time, except for the slight disturbance of the airflow around him, no fart storm was brewing.
Feng Xiaotian's smile froze on his face, he scratched his head and looked at Ling Ye with a confused expression: "Uh... Ling Ye, is there... is there something wrong with this skill? Why can't I use it directly like sister Bing'er just now?"< br/>
Ling Ye looked at his funny look from ecstasy to confusion, couldn't help but chuckle, and explained: "Brother Feng, use your brain. What's the name of this skill?"
"Sword Blade" Storm! "
"Yes! Blade Storm!" Ling Ye looked at him with a look that said, "Isn't this obvious?" "Since it's called a 'Blade' Storm, of course you have to have a sword! Isn't it possible? Are you going to use your claws or the fangs of the two-headed wolf? It's called "Fang Blade Storm" or "Claw Blade Storm" at best, and it's so powerful that it will break bones." "Uh..." Feng Xiaotian was speechless.
Ling Ye continued: "But don't be discouraged. I dare say that the level and potential of this "Blade Storm" you used is much more powerful than Sister Bing'er's "Sky Frost Fist" just now, and even most of the self-created soul skills used by others before! This is A prototype of a true large-scale destructive magic weapon! If you can equip it with a powerful enough magic weapon, and then practice this skill to the extreme, its power... will even be comparable to some magic skills in the future!"
Comparable to magic skills? !
Feng Xiaotian's mood that had just hit rock bottom was instantly thrown to the clouds again, and he was filled with ecstasy! But the words "magical weapon" were like a basin of cold water, cooling his hot heart.
A magical weapon? Or a sword? Subconsciously, his eyes drifted involuntarily and eagerly to Shui Bing'er aside... and the cold Heavenly Sword she had just put away.
Shui Bing'er felt his extremely hot (and malicious) gaze, and immediately took half a step back vigilantly. Turning over her hands, the Yitian Sword that had just been put away reappeared in her hands, holding it tightly. At the same time, she glared at Feng Xiaotian with her ice-blue eyes. The warning in her eyes was full of warning: If you dare to take advantage of my sword, I will freeze you into an ice sculpture!
Feng Xiaotian was aroused by the cold eyes, and immediately shuddered, and looked away in a dignified manner. Borrow a sword? It seems there is no chance.
Ling Ye looked at his pitiful look, suppressed a smile and patted his shoulder: "Okay, okay, look away. It's just a sword! What if... I mean what if, you get lucky and get one from the blind box? You still have to have dreams, right?"
Feng Xiaotian: "..." He felt that Ling Ye was drawing a cake for him, and he had proof.
"Of course," Ling Ye changed the topic and showed a "cruel" smile, "Now, you can go to a random blacksmith shop and make a fine steel long sword to try it out. But I have to tell you in advance, your sword "Blade Storm" puts a huge load on the weapon. For an ordinary stainless steel long sword, the sword itself may be shattered into iron slag by the wind blade as soon as you use the skill. "
The little flame of hope that Feng Xiaotian had just raised was extinguished again with a "poof".
"Also," Ling Ye seemed to think that the blow was not enough, and slowly added another blow, "the soul power consumption of this skill itself is also extremely terrifying. Even if you are lucky enough to get a divine sword that can withstand the strength of the skill right now, with your current soul power level, you may not be able to use even one-tenth of the power and will be drained directly. Preliminary estimate, if you want to force it to be used, at least you have to wait until you become a titled Douluo."
Click——!
Feng Xiaotian seemed to hear the sound of his own heart breaking. His whole body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, his head drooped and his shoulders slumped, like a poor eggplant that had been damaged by the frost, snow and wind for three days and three nights.
Spicy strips! "Blade Storm" is a magical skill but cannot be used! These ups and downs are so exciting! It made him want to cry!
Titled Douluo? What year and month will this take?
Looking at Feng Xiaotian's helpless look, Ling Ye kindly reminded: "Hey, Brother Feng, cheer up. You...can't open it yet? There is a blind box at the back."
This sentence was like a shot in the arm, and Feng Xiaotian instantly raised his head! yes! He still has a chance! There are also blind boxes! What if... what if the next one fires the Excalibur? ! Even if you can't use the Divine Sword, it would be better to use something else that can be used!
"Open! Open! Of course open!" The flame of hope rekindled in Feng Xiaotian's eyes (although it was very weak), and he once again extended his "devil's claw" to the remaining blind boxes.
(Goddess Luck! Please! Stop playing with me! Give me something practical!) He prayed wildly in his heart.