Cao Jiang smiled gloomyly.

Everyone in the hall suddenly realized.

A seventh-rank soldier division.

Refining the simplest star soldiers.

Even if you are nitpicking, it is difficult to find any flaws.

Insidious! It's so insidious! This time, Zhuo Buqun will definitely lose! Bai Yao waved his hand and grabbed it in the air, and the long sword flew over.

He looked carefully and said, "This sword is indeed impossible to find any flaws. It is a perfect work. Boy, you lost!"

Cao Jiang's lips curled up a grim smile, "Young Master Fang Zhuo, you should fulfill your promise!"

Bai Yao raised his eyebrows and said he would stop him.

His purpose is to slouch Zhuo Buqun's aura.

If Zhuo Buqun really lets his limbs be ruined, it would be strange if Yan Xingyu doesn't pull his beard.

"Who said this Star Soldier is the perfect work?"

"In this world, there are no perfect refining weapons, and there are no perfect star soldiers!"

Zhuo Buqun smiled lightly.

Cao Jiang sneered: "Do you want to go back on your word?"

“Repent?

How could I go back on my word?”

"I will convince you!"

Zhuo Buqun stood up and took the long sword from Bai Yao's hand.

"Senior Bai Yao said that this star soldier is a perfect work, but in my eyes, the star soldier you refined is simply a piece of shit!"

Zhuo Buqun's sarcastic voice spread.
Chapter completed!