In front of the courtyard.
He looked at the courtyard that was already a high-grade spiritual weapon.
Su Zhan, on the other hand, was much calmer.
He only cursed in his heart and nothing else.
Compared to a six-seal Dao weapon city ...
A courtyard with a superior-grade spirit weapon was still acceptable.
However, when he walked in and saw Qin shujian sitting there and brewing tea, he cursed in his heart again.
A spiritual weapon.
All of them were spirit weapons.
Even the f * cking teacup was a spiritual weapon.
Indeed.
Grandmaster blacksmiths could be a little willful, but even if they were, they couldn't be this willful.
Refining spirit weapons also required the consumption of some precious materials.
It was such a waste.
Su Zhan couldn't help but ridicule.
Fang Yilan, on the other hand, was much calmer.
Qin shujian smiled faintly. Pavilion elders, I apologize for not coming out to welcome you. I hope you don't mind.
