"Young master, this thing is used to practice heavy swordsmanship."

Used to practice heavy swordsmanship? Chen Tianhao chuckled.

"I do have something that barely meets the requirements."

"Young Master is so righteous. I, Han Huang, can't thank you enough."

The big black man quickly reached out his hand again in surprise.

Chen Tianhao retracted his hand, we are not that familiar yet.

"Young master, you don't know. For this thing, I have traveled all over the big and small cities near the Big Python Mountain. My master is a man who admits death. He promised to refine it, so he must refine it..."

Seeing Chen Tianhao shrinking his hand, the black man started to complain.

"Five hundred spiritual crystals."

Chen Tianhao raised his fingers to block the black man's words.

"Is a hundred okay?"

"Six hundred."
Chapter completed!