The enhancement fee alone is enough to buy another prop card.

But when he saw other players who had completed strengthening running happily towards the direction of the arena, he finally gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and chose to strengthen.

Even though everyone was cursing and stamping their feet when paying, when they got the newly released prop cards, they were as happy as a child.

After the six major teams learned the news, they hurriedly sent people over to strengthen it.

I thought that strengthening would only cost a little money.

But after the actual calculation, the cost of strengthening is ridiculously high, especially when it needs to be strengthened to +9 and requires blessing oil to increase the success rate of strengthening, the cost is even more exaggerated.

However, some people did get the blessing oil to strengthen it for the first time, and the effect after strengthening was indeed more powerful than expected.

However, when other teams started frantically looking for blessing oil, something depressing happened.

Blessing oil prices skyrocketed.

The Gun Gods even opened a temporary shop to sell blessing oil.

"Strange, when did the Gun Gods produce blessing oil??"

"You don't even know this. Fanmi Mountain sold a piece of the script world where the Blessing Oil is produced to the Gun Gods a long time ago."

"Oh, so that's it. But wasn't the Guanyinting Pharmacy in Fanmi Mountain squeezed out of the exhibition by the Gun Gods? Why are you still so kind?"

"Maybe it's because they have a strong relationship."

"Iron?"

"if not?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The melon-eaters laughed tacitly while buying blessing oil.

It is said that after the leader and abbot of Mount Fanmi learned the news, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He suffered heavy losses. Secondly, the most important thing was that he lost all his face.

I'm afraid that when people mention Fanmi Mountain in the future, they will probably shout in their hearts, "I've been taken advantage of!"
Chapter completed!