"Teacher, how should we deal with them?" Zhang Junlan looked at Feng Wuchen and asked.
Feng Wuchen's gaze turned to Yang He, and he sneered, "I ask one question, you answer one."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Yang He nodded frantically in terror.
"Qingyang, what exactly happened?" Zhang Junlan asked in a low voice. Liu Qingyang then explained the situation to Zhang Junlan.
Feng Wuchen flipped his hand over, and meteoric iron along with other artifact refining materials hovered above his palm.
With a thought, a green flame was summoned, igniting in his palm and enveloping all the artifact refining materials.
Then, a miraculous scene unfolded.
Feng Wuchen's palm slowly rotated, and all the artifact refining materials instantly melted and merged. As his opened hand closed into a fist, a delicately forged dagger took shape, a high-grade spiritual artifact!
Thought-Forming Instrumentation!
The miraculous divine skill stunned everyone present.
