The Dragon and Phoenix tribes keep a low profile, so they don't even have the name of their first sword master recorded.
"Xie Bofeng!" Feng Yuhuang raised his voice. "If you continue to argue with me, I won't make the talisman pen for your Junior Brother Yun."
Xie Bofeng raised his eyebrows: "Then return the Fire Gathering Array Plate to me."
Feng Yuhuang's momentum suddenly dropped, and he turned around and gave Yun Wuya a bright smile.
At that moment, all the gorgeousness and charm disappeared, and Yun Wuya felt that the enchanting young man who seemed unapproachable just now had instantly turned into a big fool with outstanding appearance.
"This must be Junior Brother Yun, the one Old Xie always mentions, right? Tell me, what kind of talisman pen do you want to refine? Do you have enough materials on hand? I have some here, would you like me to add them in?"
Xie Bofeng glanced at him sideways: "I don't need you. I've already prepared everything you mentioned before."
"No way? You've found so many rare treasures?" Feng Yuhuang suddenly jumped up and jumped in front of Xie Bofeng. "Old Xie, you're really good at finding treasures!"
"I asked you to help me find materials for refining a medicine cauldron. Why did you keep making excuses?"
Xie Bofeng reached out and pushed him away, saying disdainfully, "If you want to show your courtesy to the young master of Shennong Valley, then it would be more sincere if you searched for the materials yourself."
"That's not good, right?" Feng Yuhuang hesitated. "You know, there are only my brother and I in this generation of the Feng family."
"My brother is still waiting for me to carry on the Feng family's lineage. If he knew I was gay, wouldn't he just cut off my hand?"
Xie Bofeng habitually argued: "What's the point of breaking an arm? Wouldn't that mean breaking a leg?"
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