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Wu Huan and Ding Hua walked inside very familiarly.

Pan Feipeng hurriedly followed up cursing.

These two are old and unscrupulous, if they don't look at them, they might have to vacate the house.

Zhang Ping quickly recovered from the initial shock.

No matter how many spirit stones there are, they are not their own.

Competing for resources is something outsiders do.

So even though he is in a good place to take this thing casually, Zhang Ping is more like a buddhist.

Honest Song Heng is similar.

But because his double knives were cut off, he greeted Zhang Ping and went to find a master knives maker to make a new weapon.

"Hahahahahaha, not bad not bad!"

A bold and proud laugh came from inside.

I saw Wu Huan walking out beamingly carrying a long knife similar to Guan Erye's Qinglongyanyue knife.

Pan Feipeng's exasperated shout was getting closer and closer: "Old Wu, you shameless!"

"Then my son just made it yesterday!"

"Give it to me!"

"give me back!"

Dao habitat strong scold the street!
Very novel.

Zhang Ping watched anxiously as Wu Huan ran out while winking at him, and threw a package at him.

As soon as Zhang Ping caught it, Wu Huan jumped up immediately, carrying the knife and flying away in Yukong.

It's like being debt-collected.

The movement was so loud that many craftsmen who were concentrating on their work were taken aback.

Zhang Ping shook the package in his hand, feeling heavy.

When I opened it, I was instantly shocked by the spiritual energy rushing towards my face.

Good guy, a whole pack of spirit stones!
And it's not the kind that the Great Elder traded for. Each one in this package is as big as a pigeon's egg, and the appearance is very round.

And there is so much aura in it that it seems that it will explode in the next moment.

There is a difference when there is a comparison.

Compared with what the Great Elder exchanged for the spirit stones Wu Huan gave, and even compared with these scattered spirit stones on the ground, they are all in the same place.

Zhang Ping compared it in his heart from the concentration of aura contained there.

It may be the gap between the British pound and the Zimbabwean currency.

The next moment, Pan Feipeng ran out angrily from the inside, stood where Wu Huanfei just got up, and began to exhale in the direction he left.

Up to the ancestors and down to the puppies raised at home, they greeted each other in turn.

Zhang Ping was shocked by the richness of words that there is such a beautiful Huaxia language.

After a long time, Pan Feipeng stopped cursing, turned back to Zhang Ping with a smiling face.

He didn't even look at the bag of spirit stones in his hand, and walked inside with him, saying that he was going to meet something good.

Zhang Ping was so happy, and with a thought, he sacrificed all the spirit stones in his arms.

A small vortex appeared, and all the spirit stones disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Pan Feipeng glanced at it, and just said: "This space item is very good."

"Drip!"

"I have received 40 high-level spirit stones!"

"200 million martial arts points have been exchanged!"

Zhang Ping's heart skipped a beat.

so valuable!

With a huge sum of 300W, Zhang Ping suddenly lost interest in the good things here.

No matter how good it is, can there be something strong in the system?

This change in mentality was so sudden that even Pan Feipeng on the side noticed it.

Immediately, he had a new understanding of this young man.

After passing through the compound full of Lingshi craftsmen just now, and walking inside, Zhang Ping felt that he had come to a military factory.

The handmade kind.

Ding Hua was concentrating on choosing the magic weapon, and he didn't even look up when people came.

Song Heng turned around, as if he had taken a fancy to something, and was having a heated discussion with an old man with a white beard.

I brought Zhang Ping here just to show off my muscles.

Don't just hold a good knife and think it's a good thing, you still have to have a family with this background to really do it well.

Pan Feipeng silently observed the young man beside him, surprised that there was no shocked expression on his face.

You know, even if it was Wu Huan Dinghua's first visit, he was still amazed.

And this young man was so indifferent.

Pan Feipeng didn't believe that he was ignorant, and having a good knife that caught his eye must be extraordinary.

Take a closer look.

And Zhang Ping really didn't feel anything.

Isn't the fantasy version of the military factory still a military factory?

For hand-made things, no matter how high the level is, if you can hit a firework with an iron, it is still a blacksmith.

I have seen all the automation, so is it possible to be moved by these hand-made ones?

That must not be possible.

It was not even as shocking as he had just entered Pan's house and saw the spirit stone in that place.

Patriarch Pan felt that Zhang Pingding hadn't realized the true background here.

But Zhang Ping lacked interest, as if he was about to finish and go back to open a shopping mall to buy things.

The two competed with each other at another level, just walking around slowly.

After strolling around, we arrived at the boundary between Song Heng and the white-haired old man.

The two approached, only to hear the white-haired old man chattering there.

"Little brother, you need to be fast and light, but also strong and resistant to cutting."

"Do you know that these two points are inherently contradictory?"

"Lightweight means less usage, and chop resistance means solid materials."

"If you want to do both, you need special materials that can accommodate lightness and strength at the same time."

"Your name is Song Heng, right? I know you, the Star Envoy from the Exorcist."

"Your director has brought your meteorite before, and we have also done research."

"The shell of your star body is as hard as a meteorite, right?"

"Then let me tell you clearly that it is impossible to achieve that kind of hardness and you need to speak quickly."

The old man raised his hand and gestured: "Do you understand the meaning of spear and shield?"

As soon as he looked up, he saw Pan Feipeng and Zhang Ping behind him.

So I said hello.

"Father, this person's request is a bit high, it can't be done!"

The word father made Zhang Pingping's mind buzz.

I really want to gossip with my eyes wide open, but I don't think it's very polite.

He had no choice but to lower his head and sneak a glance at the two of them.

Unexpectedly, Patriarch Pan discovered the little trick, and felt a little overwhelmed.

"Why, I can't give birth to a baby!"

Yes, yes, Zhang Ping thought to himself.

The key point is that you look like you are in your 40s and have a son with white hair and beard, which is a bit inappropriate.

Just by looking at his appearance, he is almost your father.

At this time Song Heng stood up and dragged Zhang Ping aside.

"Brother Zhang, Dao habitat fighters have a long lifespan, so it doesn't look like there will be much change in appearance."

"But their Pan family has such a strong man, and the others haven't even reached the sky-blood realm."

"So that old man, the son of Patriarch Pan, is just of normal age and aging speed."

After listening to Song Heng's explanation, Zhang Ping glanced at the craftsman father and son who were busy communicating.

He lowered his head and whispered curiously: "How old is Patriarch Pan this year?"

Song Heng: "Bis has grown up several times, and is more than 500 years old."

Zhang Ping took a breath.

This is no better than Huiyuan Pill!