"[Divine Machine Hundred Refinements] has been distributed to the host system space and can be extracted and used at any time."

Jiang Yan immediately chose to extract.

After choosing to study.

Jiang Yan was just shocked.

[Divine Machine Hundred Refinements] Essentially, he is not a martial art that focuses on fighting, but a method of refining tools and objects.

If it is said that [Qimen after the wind] is the highest spell of Qimen.

Then [Sacred Machine Hundred Refinements] is one of the refining tools, the highest level representative.

Being able to easily practice all kinds of powerful magic weapons, it is even more capable, domineering, to refine other people's magic weapons into your own in an instant! !

Just imagine, when the other party was about to come up with the treasure, he passed by, and found that the treasure no longer belonged to him. How exciting.

Jiang Yan closed his eyes.

Silently began to learn this [Sacred Machine Hundred Refinements].

Now he doesn't have time to refine.

What can be used is still the main point of Hundred Refinements.

While he was concentrating on cultivating.

Boss Cheng Wancheng also discovered the existence of Huang Xiaoniu.

But he showed no remorse.

Instead, he laughed mockingly.

"Amazing, awesome." Cheng Wan stared straight at Huang Xiaoniu, his tone full of irony, "What's the matter, after so many years of death, still thinking about Lao Tzu's money?"

"I told you that year, you are a poor dog, what qualifications do you have to step into my house?"

"You are a filthy and humble maggot, only worthy of living as a slut in your Huangjia Village and your lame and blind father."

"Also worthy of thinking about the lives of the people here?"

Cheng Wan said while standing beside Ye Tian.

He roamed the upper circles of the imperial capital, and naturally, he was fascinated by the imperial ghost club.

Ye Tian's name was even more remembered in his heart.

Among the young generation of the special group, there are ten genius ghost hunters such as Jiang Weiran.

The top ten ghost masters in the imperial capital are not weaker than them.

Ye Tian is the ninth existence among them.

With such people, Cheng Wan has arrogant capital,

"I..." Still sitting at the dining table blankly, with his eyes fixed on the empty plate, Huang Xiaoniu opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't care about money..."

"dad……"

Yan Qingtong and Jiang Yan hid by the side, listening with a slightly stern expression, aware that there might be other hidden feelings here.

Huang Xiaoniu didn't look like he ran back to the imperial capital for money.

Deng Qing, the first-hand leader of [Transformation], laughed: "I know, that's what I called you to come here, just to make fun of you~~ Hahaha I said, the rich dad in the imperial capital was sick and gave birth to a kind of called Severely sick with stomach pain."

"You are just like a pen. You ran to the top of the mountain in Huangjia Village, cut a large handful of herbs, and walked back to the imperial capital for two days and two nights, just to give Boss Cheng this kind of junk. Can people like it?"

"Poor and sour low-class people, at a young age, they are quite calculating, thinking that if you are courteous and play emotional cards, you will be able to make rich people accept you? Dreaming!!"

Cheng Wan said disgustedly: "Tsk tsk, I don't know what that herb is, and I have the face to send it to me."

"Doing this will only make me sicker!"

"Poor and sour stench!"

Silent yellow calf.

The whole body was shocked.

Suddenly raised his head, facing Cheng Wan.

The empty eye sockets, with blood and tears flowing, are astonishingly blind.

"I do not have."

Although he has turned into a ghost, there is no emotion in his words, only endless cold indifference.

but.

Jiang Yan and Yan Qingtong could still hear the unwillingness and suffering behind them.

750 A seven- or eight-year-old child, after getting rich dad's bad intentions in the imperial capital, believed it to be true and cared about the other person's body. Because of a stomachache, he dug up herbs and ran dozens of kilometers into the city, wanting to give this "Dad" heals.

How sincere and how pitiful.

"It's a beast!!" Yan Qingtong gritted his teeth, wishing to shoot these two people who harmed the children.

"Under the hood, there is a heart that is not as good as that of a dog!"

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