Feng Wu carefully asked: "A refined metal synthesis, replaced the Shentie and the drawing of this commandment just made, can it?" Is it possible? "
Yes, of course! Hu Yan Yichen almost cried!
"But ... but how could you have" Refined Metal Synthetic "?" Hu Yanyi Chen didn't believe it.
Feng Wu: "I said there is it."
Hu Yan Yichen: "If you have it, I will definitely change it!"
Feng Wu: "One word is determined."
Hu Yan Yichen: "Hmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
"Stupid boy." The old man not far away heard of their conversation and shook his head.
What god iron? What "Refined metal synthesis" ... It said like children's players.
As a disciple of the ancestor of Hu Yan, the old man Hu Yan asked the alchemist to dream of "Refined metal synthesis" just heard of it and did not touch it.
"Putting metal synthesis", this is not what children live in every family?
"Grandpa! Grandpa!"
At this time, Hu Yan Yichen returned to God, and he desperately shouted the old man to beckoning: "Grandpa, she really taught me to make a god iron!"
The old man Hu Yan didn't come over, and he still hummed Xiaoqu, while tempering his own flame gun.
Hu Yan Yichen was about to pull his grandfather over, but Feng Wu had already separated the drawings of the arms of the trainer with a special liquid.
Hu Yan Yichen's attention was suddenly attracted by Feng Wu.
"What are you doing?" Hu Yanyi went up and stared at the work in Feng Wu's hands.
Feng Wu's movements are cautious, but they are very stable.
It didn't take long for Hu Yanyi Chen to see that the fake drawings of the arms of the commandment were separated on the edge!
What?!
When Hu Yan Yichen saw the scene in front of him, he suddenly widened his eyes.
Because he saw that the edge of this drawing was separated from it ...
This turned out to be two drawings ?!
Use a special potion to stick it together?!
Hu Yanyi Chenbian was holding his breath, for fear that he was exhaling, and blow away the drawing in front of him.
His small heart jumped through, and he always felt that something would happen.
In fact ... it is true.
Feng Wu only separated the drawings for a minute, and at this moment, the two drawings were placed quietly in front of the table.
One is the so -called fake drawing of Hu Yanyichen, and the other is ... a new drawing!
Hu Yan Yichen did not go to see the drawings of him for seven or eight years. Instead, he put attention to the drawings that were pulled out of this newly picked up. The more he looked, the more his eyes narrowed.
"Start." Feng Wu said to Hu Yanyi Chen.
Hu Yanyi Chen stared at Feng Wu violently: "What you mean ..."
Feng Wu said faintly: "One of them is the real arms of the arms, isn't it?"
Isn't it?
Hu Yan Yichen felt that it was a bit like, but ...
"There is another one in it ... Why is there a one in it? For so many years, I don't know?!" Hu Yan Yichen grabbed his head and was crying by himself stupid.
Feng Wu smiled faintly: "The person who made this drawing deliberately used the obstacle method. Most people stared at a century, and they couldn't find it. Why do you have to blame yourself?"
Hu Yan Yichen cried and looked at Feng Wu: "So I am an ordinary person?"