3808: Refinable Metal Synthesis

Refinable Metal Synthesis

Feng Wu asked in a serious tone, "Will a copy of 'Refinable Metal Synthesis' be enough to exchange for the metal I just made and the drawing of this arm?"2

Of course! Huyan Yichen was so excited that he almost burst into tears.

"But… but how can you have it?" Huyan Yichen wouldn't believe it.

Feng Wu said, "I just do."

Huyan Yichen said, "If you have it, I'll trade with you!"

Feng Wu said, "It's a deal."

Huyan Yichen was thrilled.

"Silly boy." A short distance away, Old Huyan shook his head when he heard their conversation.

Spiritual iron? "Refinable Metal Synthesis"? How childish.

As Patriarch Huyan's outer sect disciple, the old man had only heard about the "refinable metal synthesis" that all refiners dreamed of learning. However, the girl had just given his grandson a "refinable metal synthesis" as a gift. It was like child's play!

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

Only then did Huyan Yichen come back to himself. He waved at the old man and said, "Grandpa, she really has forged the divine iron!"

Old Huyan wouldn't come over. He was still humming a tune and working on his Flaming Spear. He didn't believe Huyan Yichen at all.

Huyan Yichen was about to drag his grandfather to his side when Feng Wu began to separate the drawing with a special liquid.

It immediately caught his attention.

"What are you doing?" Huyan Yichen moved closer and watched Feng Wu curiously.

Feng Wu was careful but steady.

Before long, Huyan Yichen saw that the edge of the fake drawing had been peeled off.

WHAT?!

Huyan Yichen's eyes widened when he saw this.

Because he saw that the edge of the drawing had split open from the edges…

There were two drawings!

They were stuck together with a special potion?!

Huyan Yichen held his breath, fearing that he might blow the drawing away.

His heart was pounding, and he had a feeling that something big was going to happen.

That was indeed the case.

Feng Wu separated the drawings in less than 15 minutes. Right now, two drawings are sitting quietly on the table.

One was what Huyan Yichen called a fake drawing, and the other one was a brand-new one.

Huyan Yichen didn't look at the drawing he had been looking at for nearly ten years. Instead, he focused on the new one, and his eyes narrowed as he studied it.

"Let's begin," Feng Wu told Huyan Yichen.

Huyan Yichen stared at Feng Wu. "You mean…"

Feng Wu said indifferently, "The one underneath is the real drawing of the arm of discipline, isn't it?"

Wasn't it?

Huyan Yichen wanted to agree with her, but…

"There's another one underneath… How can there be another one? I haven't heard of it after all these years!" Scratching his head, Huyan Yichen burst into tears.

Feng Wu smiled. "The person who made this drawing used a deceptive trick. Ordinary people won't be able to find it even if they stare at it for a hundred years. There's no need to blame yourself."

Huyan Yichen looked at Feng Wu in frustration. "So, I'm just an ordinary person?"

Feng Wu asked, "What do you think?"

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