blenderwars Chapter 175 Social Shake! Kuafu: I treated you like a brother, and you treated me like a tool?!
Chapter 175 Social Shake! Kuafu: I treated you like a brother, and you treated me like a tool?!
Seeing how enthusiastic the audience is in the live stream.
The barrage of comments was almost insane.
Zhao Gongming was also in high spirits.
His vanity was greatly satisfied.
After all, who wouldn't enjoy being fawned over and called "husband" by hundreds of millions of people?
"good!"
Zhao Gongming slapped his thigh suddenly.
He roared with boundless pride.
"Since everyone's so enthusiastic, I'll go all out today!"
"Let's draw one more!"
"Free gift: a brand new abstract artifact!"
"Three, two, one, screenshot!"
Swish!
The light screen freezes.
Zhao Gongming glanced at the glittering winning ID and raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Congratulations to this fellow Daoist named 'Sun-Shooting Prodigy'!"
"I've won the grand prize for this abstract magical artifact!"
"Please send me a private message... Wait, holy crap?!"
Zhao Gongming hadn't finished speaking.
Tear!
The space in front of him seemed to be made of paper.
It was violently torn apart.
A man with a huge bow on his back and bulging muscles.
A burly man exuding a wild and menacing aura.
They jumped directly out of the spatial rift.
It landed steadily in front of Zhao Gongming.
The newcomer was none other than Hou Yi, the top shaman of the Wu tribe!
Zhao Gongming was dumbfounded. He leaned back tactically and pointed at Hou Yi.
"Wait...you came way too fast!!"
"I just took a screenshot, and you've already teleported there?"
"Have you been sitting on the internet cable outside my house the whole time?"
Hou Yi scratched the back of his head.
He chuckled, his face full of excitement and enthusiasm.
"Brother Zhao... oh no, Senior Brother Zhao!"
"I'm just afraid of being a step too late."
"The magic weapon was stolen by someone else!"
"The power of this abstract magical artifact."
"I watched Brother Dijiang and the others show off every day in the Pangu Palace."
"I'm so envious!"
"I finally got selected today!"
"I can't bear to miss a single second!"
As he spoke, Hou Yi turned around skillfully.
From that spatial rift that had not yet closed.
Like pulling up a radish.
They forcibly pulled out someone even larger than him.
A burly man with a kind and honest face.
It was none other than the great shaman Kuafu!
Hou Yi patted Kuafu's broad chest.
He winked and made faces at Zhao Gongming.
He had an expression that said, "I know this stuff."
"Senior brother, look, I know the rules of your live stream."
"You have to demonstrate the magic weapon on the spot, right?"
"I've brought my best brother, Kuafu, over here!"
"I'll have Kuafu test the power of this abstract magic weapon for me in a bit!"
"I guarantee I'll cooperate and won't let your livestream down!"
Kuafu at this moment.
He was also holding a giant beast leg that had been gnawed in half.
His face was full of innocent bewilderment.
And a pure, vengeful temperament.
"Huh? What kind of magic weapon are we testing?"
Kuafu blinked his big eyes.
I still don't understand the situation.
Zhao Gongming looked at Hou Yi, who had voluntarily provided himself as a live target.
Then he looked at Kuafu, whose face was clear and foolish.
He couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, inwardly cursing.
"Good heavens..."
"You really know the rules, huh!"
"These witch clan people, they betray their own brothers."
"Each one is easier to use than the last."
"This is all thanks to the good atmosphere brought about by Dijiang!"
"Alright!"
Zhao Gongming didn't waste any words.
Now that the targets are ready.
Let's get right to it.
"Brother Hou Yi, please wait a moment."
"I'll go and have it custom-made for you right away!"
Zhao Gongming turned around and entered the temporary weapon-refining room, where he summoned the Nine Dragon Cauldron.
A piece of innate sharp metal stone, exuding the killing aura of Geng metal, was thrown in.
Forty-nine days later.
hum!
A device with an exaggerated design.
A strange longbow with flashing neon lights on its bow arm, freshly made.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully refined it!]
[Magic Item Name: Social Shaking Arrow]
[Rank: Acquired Spiritual Treasure (Conceptual Level)]
[Conceptual Attributes: 100% Accuracy, Limb Nail Piercing]
[Effect: No physical arrows are needed; simply draw the bow to conjure a conceptual light arrow!]
[When shooting, ignore space and defense; a 100% hit rate on the enemy's limbs!]
[It also comes with extremely terrifying piercing and spike effects, pinning enemies to the spot, forcing them to stand still, unable to move!]
[Side effect: Flower-Handed Sharpshooter - Social Shake Battle Song!]
[Restriction: When using the magic weapon, the user must slightly bend their legs and wildly twist their hips and shoulders in a standard social dance motion to the beat of a dynamic DJ drum!]
[Dialogue: While drawing the bow, you must loudly chant the incantation in a cocky, shouting tone!]
"Shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot, social dance!"
"Shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot, social dance!"
The moment the magic weapon was formed.
The system's feedback reward left Zhao Gongming completely stunned.
[Ding! Supreme critical hit reward triggered!]
[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: One drop of the essence blood of the Chaos God and Demon, Immortal Yang Mei!]
"Holy crap?!"
Zhao Gongming looked at the droplet in his sea of consciousness that emitted endless spatial laws.
It seemed to contain the silvery-white essence of a universe.
His eyes almost popped out.
"The essence blood of Grandmaster Yang Mei?!"
"System, are you crazy?!"
"My grand-uncle Yang Mei is still alive and well in Zixiao Palace, having tea with his master!"
"Where did you get this essence blood from?"
"Did you slap him from a distance?!"
"What if he finds out?"
"Don't tear me apart and feed me to the spatial rift!"
……
Meanwhile, outside the Thirty-Three Heavens, inside the Purple Cloud Palace.
Yangmei the Immortal was holding a teacup, discussing the Great Expedition Plan with Hongjun.
"Achoo!"
Master Yangmei suddenly sneezed loudly.
Even his long eyebrows, which dragged on the ground, trembled three times.
He rubbed his nose.
A rare look of bewilderment flashed in his eyes.
He looked down at his arm.
"strangeness……"
"Why did I just feel... like I was bitten by a mosquito?"
"It seems a faint trace of our original essence has been lost from our body?"
Hongjun Daozu glanced at him.
He said it casually.
"Fellow Daoist, you jest. Where would mosquitoes come from in this chaos?"
Master Yangmei shook his head and chuckled.
"Indeed, it must be due to my recent deductions about the vast world."
"Some mental strain has caused me to have illusions."
"Never mind, let's have some tea."
……
Zhao Gongming, trembling with fear, put away the drop of stolen blood.
He walked out with that neon-lit social rapier.
He handed the longbow to Hou Yi.
And it details the effect of the 100% nail.
He also recounted the side effects of the "shooting social dance" (a type of dance).
I thought Hou Yi was a ruthless archer.
They will resist such shameful actions.
However, Zhao Gongming still underestimated the nerves of the Wu tribe, which were as thick as Mount Buzhou!
"What a fine bow! What a fine bow!"
Hou Yi stroked the bow.
His eyes blazed with an intensely fervent fighting spirit.
"100% hit on the limbs?"
"Forced standing as punishment?!"
"This is simply the ultimate weapon for kite-style archers!"
"With this, I can turn those scrawny demon birds into hedgehogs!"
"Hehehe, as expected of Brother Zhao, this magic weapon looks amazing!"