Qu Feng snatched the ice rapid condensing talisman from Yun Chujiu’s hand. The runes on it were carved very accurately, and the spiritual power was injected very evenly. It was almost impossible to find any flaws.
Most importantly, this little trash had carved it under such dim lighting. It was truly rare.
President Gu’s face was filled with shock, and he muttered, “It’s only been fifteen minutes. Even if he had carved a yellow grade talisman, it would still take fifteen minutes, right?”
Only then did Qu Feng and Zhuang mu realize that the little trash had only used 15 minutes to carve a black-grade high-grade talisman.
Did she just say it was her first time carving it?
No, that was impossible!
She must have secretly practiced countless times to achieve this effect.
Qu Feng said with a serious expression, “Carve another instant ground escape talisman.”
