Chapter 270 (1/2)

After shouting downstairs for more than ten minutes, Murray was really tired. The sweat on his forehead had already scolded him, but ye Ziheng upstairs still had no response.

”My God, this boy belongs to the iron king. I will scold his ancestor for 18 generations, and he will have no reaction?”

On the third floor of the refining hall, ye Ziheng sits in a chair and quietly looks at his experience of refining. The earphones on his ears have never been picked from the beginning to the end.

Around, there are also several disciples who ”come from fame” who pretended to see the experience of practicing tools and glanced at ye Ziheng from time to time to see what kind of strange person he was.

At this time, Zhou Wu, who had left before, suddenly appeared at the stairway, and saw ye Ziheng, who was sitting on the chair and reading quietly, then he couldn't help shaking his head with a wry smile.

He went to ye Ziheng's side and reached out to unplug ye Ziheng's earphone.

”You're really calm.”

Ye Ziheng looks up and sees Zhou Wu, with a faint smile on his face.

”Don't you want to shut down the refiner? How did you get up?”

”I failed in closing, so I came out.”

”So fast? It's like less than two hours before and after. What magic weapon did you refine? ”

Zhou Wu takes a look at ye Ziheng, waves his hand, and a streamer flies out of the storage ring of his index finger to fall into his palm and turn it into a long sword.

The hilt of that long sword looks very good, but when the hilt goes up a few centimeters, the body of the sword disappears completely. The appearance of the body of the sword seems to melt. The trace of molten iron flows onto the hilt along the residual body.

Although the appearance of the sword is very strange, and it can be seen that it is a failure product, but ye Ziheng can still feel the powerful power from inside.