blood-red palm print on An Yimo's face, Ye Bufan's expression turned cold: "If you dare to touch her again, believe me, I'll beat you up too.""You dare touch me I'll beat my own daughter, what does it...Looking at the flickering light, Wen Ding's beard quivered with disbelief.

How did he do it How could he have done it

"Refining and fusing, tempering the gaseous state, quenching into shape, how did he achieve this in such a short time"

The old man was like possessed, repeating these few sentences over and over again.

Zhao Chengqi was also quite shocked, but compared to Wen Ding, he was much calmer.

"Don't be too surprised, brother. After all, this is only a first-order artifact. The level of refinement is relatively low, and the materials used are all the most basic ones. It's understandable that it's faster."unreliable.Just then, the door to the ward was kicked open with a bang, and a dozen or so young thugs dressed in colorful clothes swaggered in.He was a tall, white young man with a mohawk hairstyle, h...