The System Takes Me to Practice

"Could it be that points can still be used to draw prizes?"

With such doubts, Yang Fan lightly clicked the draw button.

A barrage jumped out, and Yang Fan looked intently, his face suddenly darkened.

"Does it cost 50,000 points to draw?"

Yang Fan checked his own point value again, and the total of 1.01 million points really made Yang Fan want to give it a try.

When this idea appeared, it kept popping up in Yang Fan's mind.

In the end, Yang Fan still couldn't stand the temptation of the lottery. The temptation to be the emperor of Europe made Yang Fan open the aura of luck.

"Ding! The Qi Luck Aura is successfully activated and consumes one hundred points per second."

Although I don't know if Qi Luck Aura can affect the lottery, Yang Fan can afford to spend a few hundred points.

"Yes!"

Yang Fan clicked the Yes button.

With the deduction of 50,000 points, the turntable began to rotate rapidly, even Yang Fan's horrible dynamic vision of the eternal kaleidoscope writing wheel could not see what was written on the disk.

"stop!"

A few seconds have passed, Yang Fan didn't want to waste points, so he quickly shouted.

As soon as the voice fell, the speed of the rapidly rotating disk suddenly decreased, and after three or four seconds, the disk gradually stopped.

Yang Fan looked at it, and suddenly showed anger and exploded a word of foul language.

"Cao!"

"Ding, congratulations to the host for drawing the Desert Eagle (Infinite Bullet)."

Yang Fan looked at the white Desert Eagle pistol out of thin air in his hand, Yang Fan looked gloomy.

"Why do I want this broken gun?"

Yang Fan said with emotion, and then pointed the muzzle of the Desert Eagle at his temple, only ten centimeters away, and at the same time recalled a movie he had seen as a child in his mind.

In the world of martial arts, you can only be strong and not destroyed, but fast and not broken.

After speaking, Yang Fan pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A bullet the size of a peanut was shot out quickly, reaching a speed of 378 meters per second.

Zi popped out of the chamber, with a terrifying force, shooting at Yang Fan's temple.

With a supersonic speed per second at a distance of ten centimeters, it can almost be hit without even blinking an eye.

But this speed is like a snail crawling to a strong Mahayana period.

Yang Fan smiled, took out a can of Coke from the system package and opened the tab. Before the gas inside could leak, Yang Fan drank it in one gulp.

At this time, the sand eagle's bullet flew less than three centimeters.

Seeing that there was still time, Yang Fan took out another hamburger, or spicy chicken drumstick.

Tear open the package, bite it, the deliciousness pops in your mouth.

But at this time, a piece of lettuce dipped in yogurt fell. Yang Fan didn't care, and quickly finished the burger, finally caught the lettuce and ate it in one bite. At the same time, looking to the right, the bullet was only two centimeters away from the temple.

Yang Fan smiled, sucking the yogurt on his fingers, and stretched out **** on his right hand to easily clamp the bullet.

"The speed is so slow, I am afraid that even the monks in the base construction period will not be able to hit."

Shaking his head, Yang Fan fired another shot into his palm. This time he didn't clamp it, but let the bullet hit him.

when!

The palm of the hand collided with the bullet, sparks flashed, and the bullet head was directly hit by the reaction force into a flat iron.

"This kind of power, I am afraid that even the physical body during the refining period can't be beaten. I really got the waste."

However, Yang Fan was not arrogant and spent another 50,000 points to draw.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for acquiring the Iron Man full suit Mark armor."

Yang Fan's face became even darker, and with a big wave of his hand, a set of armor summoned out. It was Mark II.

With a movement, the Mark II steel armor flew automatically, flying around Yang Fan.

Behind Yang Fan, the second-generation Marker armor, his hands were raised, his palms aimed at Yang Fan, the palms of his hands were white light converging, and then two white energy groups shot towards Yang Fan.

Yang Fan didn't even mean to block, letting the two energy groups hit him.

"Too weak, is this tickling me?"

After that, Yang Fan spent 100,000 to draw twice, but none of them was a good thing. He even drew an unlimited amount of Qingfeng card draw paper, which was still flavorful.

"It's bad luck!"

Yang Fan cursed and closed the lottery interface, distressed for the 200,000 points deducted.

Three minutes later, the jet-black Dapeng bird was about to approach the outermost periphery of the western region. The old man who followed closely behind a dozen demons looked towards the sky if he felt something. In his sight, a person sitting on the big bird flew quickly.

The old man frowned, because he couldn't see through Yang Fan's strength.

After another minute, Yang Fan landed ten kilometers away from these people.

As soon as it fell on the ground, the Dapeng Bird turned into a cloud of ink and disappeared. At the same time, Yang Fan's gaze penetrated through the barriers, looking at the group of demons walking in the front, and the old man who followed behind.

These people are very weak, and Yang Fan has no interest in them at all. Shaking his head, Yang Fan turned and walked towards the interior of the western region.

With Yang Fan's powerful spiritual sense, he could feel that there were many powerful Demon Realm original creatures, and there were several in the Mahayana stage.

"interesting."

Sensing a position of the original creature whose strength was probably in the early stage of Mahayana, Yang Fan accelerated his pace and flew towards there.

Within a few minutes. Yang Fan just entered the inner enclosure, and Yang Fan suddenly stopped.

Although it is during the daytime, the sunlight is blocked by the surrounding tall trees. Even the cultivator here can see not many things, plus there is a lot of white fog around, and even less can be seen. .

Yang Fan discovered his spiritual sense and was surprised to find that the white mist could block the exploration of the spiritual sense, but this kind of mist had little effect on a Mahayana powerhouse like Yang Fan.

It didn't take long for Yang Fan to pass through this layer of white mist, getting closer to the inner circumference.

hiss!

There was a hissing sound not far away, and Yang Fan sneered and walked towards a huge rock.

When Yang Fan came to the side of the rock, before Yang Fan approached, there was the sound of liquid jetting behind him.

Yang Fan turned sideways slightly, a cloud of black liquid flew past him, hitting a big tree one meter thick. Suddenly, the big tree was corroded into a mass of liquid, and the time was less than three seconds.

hiss!

This is not over yet.

As the black liquid did not hit, the attacking beast quickly rushed towards Yang Fan, opening its huge mouth. The fierce beast opened its mouth so wide that it could swallow Yang Fan in one bite. There are four pointed fangs in the mouth, two small holes at the tips of the two upper teeth, and some residual black corrosive liquid can be vaguely seen inside.

"Do you want to eat me so impatiently?"

As early as when Yang Fan passed through the white fog, the powerful sense of God had noticed this big snake that was sneaking up and hunting prey.

The snake was big, as thick as a bucket, and its eyes glowed with yellow-green light.