Chapter Twenty: Fusion

constantly circling around Tang Wulin, looking for an opportunity. Eighteen-level soul power gave him ample time. Occasionally attacking Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass, it was always a strike and ret...y something, but was stopped by Duanyan's raised hand. 。The head of the Tianhai City Blacksmiths' Association sighed, "Poor child" 。Mu Chen's luck is really good. 。If one day, the Tohoku Swordsmiths'...