Chapter 309 Jiang Li's Luck

  Jiang Li took a closer look at the black box. There was a small linear opening at the top, and when he tapped the sides of the box, the card would be spit out.

   There are Nascent Soul Stage and Transformation Stage monks, relying on their spiritual consciousness, try to find out what is inside the black box to see if there is any tricky way.

  The black box provided by Daoist Dongxu is specially made, and the spiritual sense cannot penetrate it.

   An impatient monk slapped ten times in a row.

   There is a purple light mixed in the white light, which is very conspicuous.

  Nine whites and one purple.

   "I'm lucky, right?" The cultivator held the purple tribulation period card, thinking that the tribulation period is already a very powerful big shot.

  He looked around, nine whites and one purple, nine whites and one purple, nine whites and one purple...

  Obviously, it's not uncommon to draw a purple card from the tribulation period.

  Several purple lights flickered, especially conspicuous among a group of nine white and one purple light beams.

   "Who drew several purple cards?"

   "Aren't all people white and purple?"

  People looked at the owner of several purple lights.

   "I remember that monk is called Yuan Wuxing, and he got four purple cards?"

   Several purple lights flashed again.

  The little white fox yelped, showing off to everyone that he had drawn three purple cards.

   "Why is the fox luckier than me?"

  After Yuan Wuxing and Little White Fox, how many people drew more than two purple cards.

  For example, Song Ying and Aguna have three purple cards.

  Realist Dongxu nodded secretly. Sure enough, he didn’t miss anything. The luck of this group of people is different from ordinary people. They will definitely have some achievements in the future. It is not a problem to become the same as themselves in the fusion stage, and it is even possible to go further and become a great power in the transcending tribulation stage.

   Nine whites and one gold flashed.

  At first, everyone didn't care, what's so strange about nine white lights.

   But soon the crowd became agitated. There was a big gap between the purple light and the golden light, and the golden light was particularly conspicuous in the secret realm.

   "Anyone else draws a golden card?!"

  People can't believe their eyes, how can there be such a big gap in luck between people? !

   "It's Jiang Renhuang's card!" People all raised their heads, wanting to see what the golden card looks like.

  Qin Luan himself was also surprised, he did not expect to be able to draw a golden card.

  Dongxu real person was more surprised than everyone present, the probability of drawing a golden card is extremely low, the secret realm has been opened several times, and no one has drawn a golden card.

  Big luck! This son's achievement must be extraordinary.

  The method of spoofing real people is useless to Jiang Li and Bai Hongtu, they are studying this black box.

   "It should be the way of space, similar to a storage ring."

  The two of them used their spiritual sense to see that there was an extremely vast space inside the black box, and there were countless cards forming an ocean of cards.

  Bai Hongtu patted the box, and the sea of ​​cards would set off waves, and the cards at the top of the waves would come out through the small opening on the top of the box.

  Purple light flashed.

   "The Transcending Tribulation Period." Bai Hongtu got the Transcending Tribulation Period card, and the image on it was himself.

   "Interesting, pure luck, no hands involved."

  Bai Hongtu discovered that if there is no external force interference, the cards that appear in the box are random, without any skill at all. Even if he uses the same force and slaps the black box at the same position, the flow of the sea of ​​cards inside the black box is completely different.

  Purple light flashed.

   "It's the Tribulation Transcendence Period again, but this time it's the Sword Lord's card." Bai Hongtu was dissatisfied that he didn't get a card of his own image.

   "Come again." Bai Hongtu fell in love with this game, drew cards again, and used up all the remaining eight opportunities.

  Seven purples and one gold.

  Counting the previous two purple lights, it is nine purples and one gold!

   "Not bad, I have drawn three cards of my own." Bai Hongtu didn't care about other things, he just wanted to draw his own cards.

  Bai Hongtu didn't care, but other monks did.

  They felt that Qin Luan's nine whites and one gold were already very rare, but they didn't expect that there would be even more heaven-defying ones in the future.

  Nine purples and one gold!

   Did you use up your Yangshou?

  Really Dongxu is not calm anymore, this is the luckiest person he has ever seen since holding the card drawing event.

  Thinking about it carefully, Bai Hongtu's luck is indeed very good. He was born in the Taoist sect and has inexhaustible resources.

   It's just an ordinary fit period, with no characteristics.

  Bai Hongtu believes that luck, hard work, and ingenuity are indispensable for him to cultivate to the peak of crossing the tribulation and survive the tribulation of becoming an immortal.

  Jiang Li saw that most of the people had finished their draws, and Bai Hongtu who was beside him even drew nine purples and one gold which was against the heavens.

  As a true Mahayana period, it’s not too much to draw out one or two golden cards, right?

  Jiang Li slapped the black box.

  Ten white lights flashed.

  In an instant, Jiang Li's face was darker than the black box: "Isn't there a purple card that must be issued in ten consecutive rounds?"

  Realist Dongxu was stunned: "Before I met you, I always thought so."

  When the real person Dongxu designed the black box, the probability of drawing a purple card was set to 1/10, and if no purple card was drawn in the first nine times, the probability of drawing a purple card in the tenth time would be greatly increased, almost equivalent to ten consecutive purple cards.

  It was also the first time he met a monk who couldn't draw a purple card ten times.

   But Jiang Li didn't think so, he still wanted to draw his own card.

   "How much money can I draw ten more times?"

   "Six hundred and forty-eight high-grade spirit stones."

   All the monks originally wanted to smoke more times, but now that they heard such an outrageous price, they immediately dismissed this unrealistic idea.

  Six hundred and forty-eight fast high-grade spirit stones, this is the price that makes the monks in the transformation stage even hurt.

   "Ten more times." Without further ado, Jiang Li took out the spirit stone.

   "Shoot the spirit stone into the box, and the box will automatically absorb it."

  Jiang Li did as he did, and smoked another ten times.

  The black box absorbs spirit stones, and the ocean of cards inside is tumbling.

  Ten white lights flashed.

   "Hiss—"

  Lao is a real person who has fully studied luck, so it is difficult to judge Jiang Li's luck.

   You have to talk about this luck, he didn't even draw a purple card once.

   If you want to say that he is unlucky, he has white lights in his 20s, which has never happened before. It is as rare as nine purples and one gold.

   "Ten more times!" Jiang Li took out the spirit stone again without blinking his eyes.

  Ten white lights flashed.

  Originally, Dongxu Daoist’s criterion for judging luck is that whoever draws more purple and gold cards has unusual luck.

  Now he thinks he can change it.

  Whoever doesn't draw purple and gold cards is unlucky.

   "Come fifty times!" Jiang Li wanted to draw fifty times directly.

   "Uh, it can only be drawn ten times and ten times." Daoist Dongxu reminded him that he was inexplicably uneasy.

  Nine whites and one purple.

  When Jiang Li made another ten consecutive rounds, he finally drew a purple card.

   "I haven't drawn the golden card yet, come again." Jiang Li vowed not to give up until he got the golden card.

  A steady stream of spirit stones were thrown into the black box, and white and purple rays of light alternated.

  Jiang Li repeated the boring spirit-filling stone, and the black box finally had a different reaction—

   It exploded.

   There is one change today, and the remaining one is owed first.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)