The strongest starting system

Chapter 901 Africans

Zhao Wushuang was a little disappointed, he originally wanted to try to see if he could get into his soul in one shot.

But it seems impossible.

Keep going.

Zhao Wushuang clicked the turntable again, and he found that the burst rate was not bad, and something came out in the first shot, so it won't be too bad now.

So he directly ordered 10 consecutive draws, and there was a 8% discount draw for the first three days.

The column of prestige value suddenly decreased a lot.

The 10 consecutive draws show the result when the pointer stops.

Zhao Wushuang couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth when he saw the items he had obtained.

He actually gave him three thanks for participating, and four more [-] points.

All that was left was two bottles of fourth-grade elixir and a book of fifth-grade martial arts.

Zhao Wushuang was depressed, the good reputation of 80 was gone just like that.

"I don't believe it yet, come again."

……

Early the next morning, because Jin Wudi was worried about Zhao Wushuang's safety, he stayed at Jingyun Peak to guard him all night.

In the morning, he knocked on Zhao Wushuang's door.

"Hey, brat, get up and work."

"Oh... come in..."

A faint voice came from inside.

Jin Wudi was shocked immediately, this kid might be in some danger, so he quickly opened the door and rushed in.

When he came in, he saw Zhao Wushuang lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, his face ashen.

"What's wrong with you? Are you poisoned?" Jin Wudi asked quickly.

Zhao Wushuang finally had a reaction, he raised his trembling hand and pointed to the ceiling.

"It's gone...my points...all gone...I'm African...the chief of Africa is me."

Zhao Wushuang's muttering made Monk Jin Wudi Zhang Er confused.

"What Africa? Is that your hometown? Brat, are you homesick?"

Jin Wudi asked quite puzzled.

Zhao Wushuang suddenly sat up from the bed, gritted his teeth and cursed: "If I still draw a lottery next time, I will chop off my own hand!"

Last night, he failed to deliver three ten consecutive draws, and almost all of the draws were points experience. Once the pointer stopped on the Vulcan sword, and it was swiped away abruptly, Zhao Wushuang almost vomited blood in anger.

As soon as the anger came up, Zhao Wushuang directly lashed out three times in a row.

But still no gains.

So Zhao Wushuang changed his strategy again, he smoked one hair at a time, but after ten hairs, there was nothing.

After tossing and tossing like this, five or six million reputations evaporated out of thin air.

So Zhao Wushuang found two sticks of incense, put them in the copper tripod, bowed to the window a few times, and continued smoking.

This time, a book of eighth-rank martial arts was finally released. He thought that hope had come, but he threw more than 900 million points into it and still got nothing.

Zhao Wushuang didn't realize that he had been cheated by the system until he finished drawing.

He sent a soul question to the system, and the system only gave him a hint.

"The probability is a random event, please refer to the event description page."

After his reminder, Zhao Wushuang saw a small white reminder symbol in the upper right corner of the big turntable.

Open it and see the probability of each lottery item written here.

The probability of Vulcan sword is only 0.01%.

Zhao Wushuang immediately wanted to drag the system out to beat him up. He said why he couldn't get it all the time. With such a low probability, he might not be able to get another 1000 million points.

So Zhao Wushuang became an African for one night, and the reputation column almost returned to zero.

Although he got a copy of the Shangfang Sword of the Great Chu Kingdom, but he doesn't go there now, so it's useless for Mao.

Zhao Wushuang stared at the eighth-rank martial arts book, and was stunned all night.

The reputation he had worked so hard to accumulate for more than half a year was squandered like this.

Can't this damn system let him Europe once?

Zhao Wushuang was like a resentful woman, she still sighed long and short when she came to Tongshen Peak.

Jin Wudi didn't understand what was wrong with this kid, and thought that something happened to him.

Zhao Wushuang didn't want him to keep asking, so he just made up an excuse to cover it up.

"Ah? So you are trapped by love."

Jin Wudi's words made several people nearby turn their heads to look over.

Zhao Wushuang was taken aback and quickly stopped him.

"My dear Elder Jin, please don't speak so loudly."

Jin Wudi nodded quickly, then leaned down, and said mysteriously: "That girl Ling Qingjue is beautiful and powerful. Many disciples of the Holy Land regard her as a goddess. It's normal for you to like her."

"..."

Zhao Wushuang said speechlessly: "Don't guess randomly, okay?"

Jin Wudi had an expression that I understood clearly, and he patted his chest to promise: "Don't worry, I won't tell others, when you win Bai Ye, you will spend more time with that girl Qingjue, you do not need to worry."

Zhao Wushuang's eyes almost rolled to the sky.

The two walked into the arena while talking, and Zhao Wushuang also slowly recovered from the blow of losing the lottery, and there was no trace of tension on his face.

Others are discussing the rate of victory between Zhao Wushuang and Bai Ye, and most people think that Zhao Wushuang must lose to Bai Ye.

Even if he killed Molik, Molik still couldn't defeat Bai Ye.

Bai Ye and Ling Qingjue are both at the peak of semi-saints, infinitely close to the realm of saints.

Moreover, both of them are unique geniuses with unique skills. Once they explode, their strength may not be inferior to that of a saint.

Zhao Wushuang is just a rookie who just emerged recently, and he still can't shake the detached status of these two in the hearts of many disciples of the Holy Land.

But Zhao Wushuang didn't care about these, he was thinking about what martial arts to use today to earn more reputation points.

After earning [-] yuan, he had to go back and smoke again.

All the arenas on Tongshen Peak have been removed, and only two battle areas have been divided.

Whoever withdraws from the battle area is considered a loser.

Bai Ye has come to the center of the battle area. He is sitting on a smooth stone, closing his eyes and meditating. The wind blows past his handsome face, causing the fans watching the battle to scream.

"Wow, that's Bai Ye! So handsome, cold and handsome, I just like this kind of high-cold male god."

"Bai Ye is the prince in my heart, no one can replace him."

"I think Bai Ye and Xu Guanghan are both so handsome, one is so cool, the other is so gentle, I really want to see the two of them together~"

"..."

Seeing this scene, Zhao Wushuang can only sigh, no matter which plane he is in, the lethality of appearance will always rank first.

When can I have such a huge fan base?

But unexpectedly, when Zhao Wushuang stepped into the battle area, there were cheering voices from the outside.

Looking back, it turned out that the fat man had brought a group of men.

"Wu Shuang, Wu Shuang, the strongest in the world, Wu Shuang, Wu Shuang, you are the most shining."

After finishing speaking, the male disciples of the Holy Land also made cheering gestures.

The fat man held up a sign and shouted aggressively: "Wu Shuang, you are the new Holy Son, and the hope of the whole village rests in your hands!"

(End of this chapter)