"Feng Wu, sell faster." Zhou Shu casually threw a few connate divine weapons to Feng Wu. "I don't have enough forging materials here. Speed up. Gather as many forging materials as you can from the forging materials catalog I gave you. I want as many as you can get. Connate divine weapons are not a problem."
"No problem," Feng Wu said. The people begging him could form a queue of thousands of kilometers. Many people had prepared materials to buy connate divine weapons from him, but he had a limited number of connate divine weapons.
Since Zhou Shu said that connate divine weapons were not a problem, he had work to do.
Recently, he had been wondering if he should take out connate divine weapons and let the people who offered him the highest price buy them.
If Zhou Shu knew what he was thinking, he would definitely understand this mode of sale. Wasn't this the same as auctions in the future?
Feng Wu was a talent.
