"Master Lu, I beg you. I beg you to help me this time. I only want to help you out of kindness. You, you can't ignore me!"
Lu Yixun's heart was filled with anxiety, and her voice unconsciously became sharp and piercing.
Lu Zijia once again dodged the storage bag that she had shoved over and said coldly," You want me to help you, but have you ever thought about how I can take out more than 1,200 flying-type spirit weapons?
Putting aside the fact that I can't produce more than 1,200 flying spirit weapons in a short period of time, I can't even produce the materials to refine flying spirit weapons. How can I help you?"
The other refining materials were better, but the Nine Qilin Golden Sand was not a natural treasure that could be found easily.
Now that the Nine Qilin Golden Sand in the ancient space was used up, how could it be used up to refine flying spirit weapons and let others take advantage of it?