บท 1145: Taoist Tool

Ou Yangming stayed on the Hidden Dragon Island for half a month.

During this period, other than a few short breaks, he spent almost the whole time smithing magic weapons. Almost 300 magic weapons were made by him.

The line was still long. It did not seem like there were fewer people, and even more people came from far away.

Ou Yangming could not bear such high-intensity work. After smithing the second Fine Grade magic weapon, he planned to end this journey.

The Long Feather Band was full of interspatial bags with countless refining materials inside. At least, they were more than enough to refine a magic weapon for himself.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I know there are still many people who haven't had their turn, but I'm really powerless," Ou Yangming stood up and said to the people below.

"Master Ou, are you leaving?"

Seeing Ou Yangming stand up with a tired look on his face, many people seemed disappointed.