Wu Tian brought the little one, Bo Gu, and Meng Tian out for a meal,
Of course, at this moment, Wu Tian was also wearing a Bronze Ghost Mask.
As soon as they left the courtyard,
"Ancestor of Blood Refinement, you're not capable."
"Yeah, it seems you only know the Art of Blood Refinement, and nothing else."
"Indeed."
"Better hand over the Art of Blood Refinement."
Just now, Li Xuan left wearing a bamboo hat,
his leg was still lame.
In the eyes of the Blood Refiners, this Ancestor of Blood Refinement wasn't anything special.
He was all smoke and mirrors, no real substance, just a hollow reputation.
"Get out, all of you."
Seeing this group of people, Wu Tian was displeased. If they wanted the Art of Blood Refinement, they should have the right attitude.
What kind of attitude does this group have?
Wu Tian snorted, and instantly, a forceful aura swept through, shattering the air, crushing directly.
"Ah!"
"No!"
