Demon Dragon Emperor

Chapter 937

Hearing what Su Han said, Huolie Mi suddenly showed a hesitant look on his face.

There is such a mirror in the arsenal of every branch of the dwarves, and this mirror is connected to a special space. Even Huolemi himself doesn't know where it is, only the patriarch of the main branch knows.

And the rule set by the main vein is to try one time for eighty fruits, not one hundred.

Among the dwarves, Huoliemi is extremely smart. He directly raised the price to [-] fruits. If Su Han agrees, he can earn [-] more fruits. If he does not agree, then Su Han will also exchange it. For other weapons, according to Huolimi's calculations, at least hundreds of fruits can be obtained.

But who would have thought that the guy in white clothes in front of him would be so fragile that he couldn't even hold a weapon!

In this case, the idea of ​​exchanging fruits for weapons will be ruined. Only this mirror can allow him to get some fruits.

But Su Han is not stupid, knowing that Huoliemi is in a hurry, he directly cut the price by half, and these Huolimi are even more anxious!

If Su Han can get something from this mirror, the price of the fifty fruits must be at a loss. According to the rules of the main line, a total loss of thirty fruits, and these thirty fruits are all here. Advance payment.

But if Su Han tried three times but didn't get it once, it would be a harvest of 150 fruits, and these 150 fruits were all earned by Huolimi himself, so there is no need to hand in the main vein!
After thinking about it, Huoliemi still had a hard time making a decision, but thinking that many races had tried before, but basically they didn't gain anything, Huolimi must have thought that Su Han couldn't even hold a weapon Such a fragile guy must not be so lucky!

"It's all these guys' fault. They can only take spirits every time, but they can't bring out the fruit."

Huoliemi glanced at Xiaoqing and the others, muttered in his heart, and gritted his teeth at Su Han: "Okay, fifty is fifty, a total of three chances!"

Although Huoliemi agreed, Su Han was not happy either, he always felt that Huoliemi was tricking him.

But thinking of the worrying IQ of the dwarves, Su Han was slightly relieved.

Here, he has nothing to gain, the mirror is the last attempt, if there is no gain, then Su Han will give up completely.

He has close to 150 pieces of that kind of fruit. Although it is precious, it is not impossible to take out [-] pieces to try.

Thinking of this, Su Han walked towards the mirror.

"Hand over the fruit first!" Huolimi said hastily.

Su Han flipped his palm, and immediately 150 fruits floated out and landed in front of Huolimi.

Huolimi didn't care where Su Han took it out, took the fruit, checked it carefully, and then nodded to Su Han with a happy smile.

Su Han no longer hesitated, raised his right hand, and directly reached into the mirror.

As Huoliemi said, this is not a mirror, but just a barrier similar to a teleportation array, and Su Han easily reached into the mirror.

There is only ten breaths of time in total, if you can't get anything within ten breaths, then you have wasted an opportunity.

"Can't get it, can't get it, can't get it, can't get it..."

Huoliemi stared at Su Han, murmured in his heart, and muttered in his mouth, the sound reached Su Han's ears, and immediately made his face twitch violently.

It is true that you have low IQs!

You really don't want me to get it, so you can't say it?

Rolling his eyes, Su Hanquan pretended he didn't hear it, and concentrated on searching in that special space.

Of course, it's not really a search, he doesn't have the qualifications yet.

As time goes by, one breath, two breaths, three breaths, four breaths...

For Su Han, the time of ten breaths passed too quickly, as if it was just a moment.

But for Huoliemi, it was like a year, and he wished that the time of ten breaths would pass quickly, but Su Han didn't get anything, so he earned the fifty fruits for nothing.

Soon, the time of eight breaths passed.

By the time of the ninth breath, Huoliemi's face was relaxed, and he felt that there were still two breaths left, Su Han must be the same as those guys before, and he would get nothing.

Thinking of these fifty fruits again, Huoriemi grinned happily.

However, before he could laugh out loud, Su Han's expression moved, and his right hand was immediately retracted.

"Could it be that you got it? The time for ten breaths hasn't passed yet..." Huoliemi thought to himself.

The next moment, his smile froze directly on his face.

But I saw that Su Han was holding a pair of bells in his hand.

The bell was dark purple in color, surrounded by a halo of light, although it didn't have the slightest breath, but the moment Huoliemi saw it, he had the urge to cry.

"Slaying God Bell!!!"

Huoliemi roared immediately: "You bastard, you are so lucky, right? This is God Zhanling. It took the master craftsman at the main vein 300 million years to refine it. It took a lot of time to make it. How many good materials do you know? Logically speaking, the chances of getting them are very small, even if you take other things, don't take this God Zhanling Bell!"

Huolie Mi wanted to spurt blood. From his words, one could see the importance of the God Zhanling Bell.

If Su Han just took an ordinary thing, then he would still have a way to get away with it. At worst, he would hand over all the fifty fruits. As for the thirty fruits that lost money, he would have a way to hide it.

But what Su Han took was God-killing Bell!
If Zhanshenling was taken away, the main channel will know it immediately. Even if I really took out eighty fruits, I will definitely be reprimanded and even reduce a lot of refining materials. For Huolimi, it was an extremely painful thing.

"Hey, let me ask you something!"

Su Han's voice woke up Huolimi. He was displeased and said impatiently, "If you fart, let it go."

Seeing him like this, Su Han didn't rise up, but was a little excited.

Huoliemi's obviously not pretending, and the more he is like this, the more it shows how precious this God Zhanling Bell is.

"Is this thing called Zhanshen Bell?" Su Han asked.

"En." Huolimi snorted.

"Compared with the weapons here, is Zhanshen Ling better or the weapons here?"

"Compared to them?"

Huoliemi stared, and said reluctantly: "The guy with long hair but short knowledge, the weapon here can compare with Zhanshenling? Back then, the great god Xingtian ran rampant in the ancient times and committed heinous crimes. In the end, he was suppressed by many great gods. Among them There is a strong man from the dwarf family, and the weapon used by this strong man at that time was God Zhan Ling, do you think it is strong?"

(End of this chapter)