บท 910: Immortal Slayer's Origin

"F*ck! Misty Breath."

"F*ck… Primordial stone?"

After sorting out the gifts that Lin Qingzhu took out, Ye Qiu couldn't hold it in anymore.

Was this old man so rich? He…

Could it be that he didn't know the value of these things? Was he actually willing to give such things?

However, it seemed to make sense. Ye Wuhen was born carefree and had pursued supreme power his entire life. He was not interested in so-called forging or alchemy.

These things might have been found in some primordial ruin. Perhaps even he didn't pay attention to these things and had kept them in a corner to produce dust.

Unexpectedly, Lin Qingzhu accidentally picked it all up this time.

Fortunately, she wasn't like Linglong, who went to get those so-called fun things. Compared to those immortal-grade artifacts, the value of these was too high. Of course, the prerequisite was that you knew how to forge a sword. Otherwise, it would be useless to obtain this thing.