Ning Huang slammed the table hard and asked excitedly: "Old Yan, how much did this shot cost?"

Mr. Yan's figure flashed and he replied with a wry smile: "Twenty thousand yuan stones, and 50% of the master's real yuan."

"..."

The smiles on the faces of Ning Huang and others suddenly froze, their cheeks twitched violently, and the word "pain" was written all over their faces.

This is not firing a gun, this is burning money.

If this shot continues, it is equivalent to draining a miniature Yuanshi vein.

Seeing this, Mr. Yan took another stab and said, "If that guy hadn't been brain-twitching, we wouldn't have been able to hit him at all."

Although this cannon fires at an extremely fast rate, the barrel pointing and charging stages are too long for Dharma Realm... no, for Yuanhai Realm warriors.

In other words, if the other party is not short-sighted, it is impossible for this thing to hit someone.

"What's missing?"

Mr. Yan smiled and calmed down the atmosphere and said, "Just treat it as an experiment and we will improve it later."

After coming back to his senses, Ning Huang said with a worried look: "They won't attack again, right?"

The ship's current reserves are simply not enough to fire a second shot, otherwise it would not even have enough power to fly.

If those guys attack together, they're really done for.

"Will not."

Mr. Yan shook his head and said: "They don't know how many Dharma Realms there are here, and the fight for the throne is more important than us."

"Huh... Then I'll feel relieved."

Ning Huang breathed a long sigh of relief and said inexplicably: "Mr. Yan, why do you think the Marquis asked us to build this thing?"

Zuo Chongming's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "It's mainly for display, otherwise why would they come to buy it."

"Eh? Mr. Hou, you..."

Ning Huang turned around after hearing the sound. When he saw his current dress, his expression suddenly became strange: "Which drama are you acting in?"

At this time, Zuo Chongming looked like a bandit, carrying two bulging, huge snakeskin bags on his shoulders... which was quite outrageous.

"nothing."

Zuo Chongming calmly threw down the snakeskin bag, clapped his hands and said: "When I left the palace, I took a walk around the arsenal, secret storehouse and inner storehouse."

"???"

As soon as these words came out, not only Ning Huang was confused, but even Mr. Yan, who prided himself on being knowledgeable, his mind went blank.

Good guy, this is already outrageous. This is so audacious.

Where does Zuo Chongming have the courage? With his strength in the Yuanhai realm, he dares to run around in the palace and steal things... No, this is a raid.

Everyone looked at the snakeskin bag as tall as a person in silence, their eyelids trembling fiercely.

What's inside here, could it be a spiritual ring?

How many spiritual rings are needed to fill two snakeskin bags?

"Let's go."
Chapter completed!