Chapter 562 (1/2)

”I can also refine weapons!” Several people were shouting.

As a result, those people were surrounded by many people.

Yan Qingyang quietly retreated out, she returned to the room.

As soon as she got back to the room, she immediately went into the space, rushed to the front of the stone tablet and said in a loud voice: ”Yin and Yang gather together in Linghu!”

Words slowly appeared on the stone tablet.

Yan Qingyang smiles. She has got the refining method. The next step is to find the main materials for refining Yin Yang julinghu!

She's ahead this time!

Having written down the refining method, Yan Qingyang made preparations and pushed the door open.

As soon as she opened the door, a white figure crowded in. It turned out that it was a friar in white. The friar was ordinary in appearance and looked familiar. It seemed that he was one of the group with a quota.

”You...” Yan Qingyang angry, ”who let you in!”

”I'm here to cooperate with you!” The man turned back and said with a smile, ”you know, one person can't go to the devil's valley. How about we form a team together?”

Then he sat down on the chair and looked at Yan Qingyang with a smile.

”Just the two of us?” Yan Qingyang sneered, ”it's a pity... I don't know how to refine utensils, do you?”

”Oh, I don't know how to refine weapons, either!” The man's exaggerated eyes widened, showing a wry smile, the smile is also a little exaggerated.

In this strange face, Yan Qingyang found a trace of familiarity.

”Come on, let's go and find out who can make weapons!” The man stood up and came to yanqingyang's hand. As soon as yanqingyang's hand was lifted, the man's finger touched Xiaoyin's head on her wrist slightly. ”Little snake, are you ok?”

”He... He touched my head! I'll bite him to death Xiao Yin's violent voice started to ring. With a flash of silver light, he rushed to the face and bit it hard.

The man stepped back slightly, with a smile on his face, and let Xiaoyin leave a shallow tooth mark on his face: ”Tut, Xiaoyin, it's really you, you are still so irritable!”

Yan Qingyang's heart is cold. How does he know Xiaoyin's name? No one in Qingyun world knows Xiaoyin's name, except his friends, Murong Yan, Mu Tianhe, yunlele

Recalling the familiar smile just now, Yan Qingyang blurted out: ”yunlele!”