President Bingshan's personal doctor

He finally understood that all of this was done by Liu Feng. This guy is really unreliable and will try his best to harm him.

Su Han let him go, and told him that he wanted to enter the city lord's mansion, not just talking, but hoped that Liu Feng could attract people from the city lord's mansion so that he could meet the city lord in a logical manner.

All of this was in Su Han's plan.

Feng Wei was a little taken aback, he didn't expect Su Han to let him go in and search in person.

He glanced at Su Han: "Are you sure?"

"please."

Su Han didn't want to talk nonsense.

Feng Wei waved: "You all wait outside!"

After finishing speaking, he walked directly into the room, and Su Han followed.

Everyone outside was waiting, and Liu Feng was a little nervous. He knew that Su Han would not be that stupid. If he dared to let the city lord in, could it be possible that he had already transferred those materials?

He had a bad feeling in his heart, but he still stayed there, wanting to see Su Han make a fool of himself, and see Su Han being taken away by the people of the City Lord's Mansion!

In the room, Feng Wei looked back at Su Han.

"Your house, is it that simple?"

Except for a bed, a table and chairs, there is nothing else at all, and it is clear at a glance where there are any materials.

"City Lord, don't you look under the bed?"

Su Han said, "That's the only place where you can hide things."

Feng Wei sneered, if Su Han really stole it, how dare he put it in such an obvious place?

Even if you let it go, do you still dare to go and see it yourself?

Did he think he was stupid, or did he think he couldn't think of this.

"If you hadn't stolen it, I would have given you justice. There's no need to be so weird."

Feng Wei said.

"No, you'd better take a look."

Seeing that Feng Wei didn't look at it, Su Han walked over by himself, and opened the bed alone, revealing the bags inside, which were the material bags of the City Lord's Mansion!

Feng Wei's expression suddenly changed.

"Ok?"

He looked at Su Han, and was even more shocked by Su Han's actions.

To become the lord of a city, Feng Wei is not a fool. Su Han did this, could it be that he wanted to cast himself into a trap?

"Is this the material from the City Lord's Mansion?"

Su Han asked proactively.

"What the hell do you mean?"

"My lord, if it were you, would you put the stolen things in such a prominent position?"

Su Han stretched out his finger, and there was a space ring on it. It was obvious that he had this thing. It was not easy to hide it, and he made it public like this, unless he was out of his mind and deliberately waited for the people from the City Lord's Mansion to arrest him.

Feng Wei naturally understood that someone deliberately framed Su Han.

"What do you want to say?"

He deliberately said, "Now people have stolen the money and got it, I want to hear your explanation."

He knew it wasn't Su Han, but Su Han's nonchalant attitude made Feng Wei a little unhappy.

After all, he is the lord of the city, and what he needs is enough awe and respect!

"Don't you want a custom weapon?"

Su Han didn't answer the question, but asked instead.

He reached out, took out several bags of materials, and poured them all on the ground, "What type of weapon do you want, what attributes, what style, or in other words, what level?"

Feng Wei was startled, he didn't understand what Su Han wanted to do, why did he pour out these materials?

Before he could ask, Su Han flipped his palm, and suddenly, a mass of black flames appeared instantly, enveloping all the materials!

hiss--

Feng Wei's expression changed instantly!

Black flames!

A master craftsman?

impossible!

He felt like his heart was about to jump out, how could this be possible!

Su Han... turned out to be the great master of crafting?This is absolutely impossible!

But at the scene in front of him, Feng Wei's eyes were about to explode. How could it be fake what happened right in front of his eyes.

When he looked at the materials, they were instantly melted, floating and sinking in mid-air, like flowing water of various colors.

"Not ready yet?"

Su Han's words brought back Feng Wei's mood, but he was still in a daze.

"Knife knife knife knife..."

"What kind of knife?"

Su Han asked.

"Big knife!"

Feng Wei's throat was dry, and he was a little speechless. How could he have thought that such an exciting thing would happen, the Great Master of Artifact Refining, right in front of him?

Refining a set of weapons for yourself!

God!

Even those domain owners probably don't have this kind of treatment!

With a thought in Su Han's mind, he slid his fingers lightly, and the liquid formed by the melting of those materials, as if alive, immediately condensed and merged into one body, forming a majestic sword!

Keng——

It's cold!

Su Han picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, and opened his mouth to spray it.

Zlatz!

Dragon patterns appeared on the knife body instantly, making it even more magnificent!

Bang!

The big knife fell to the ground, and there was a crisp sound. Feng Wei's whole body trembled, and immediately trembled violently!

He is excited!

He is excited!

This... this is actually true!

"I, can I take it?"

Seeing Su Han nodding, Feng Wei hurriedly bent down and picked up the big knife. A heavy feeling came to his heart instantly. The moment he touched the handle of the knife, there was a feeling of being connected by blood!

Divine soldier!

Feng Wei couldn't put it down, he would not let it go if he grabbed it, the grade of this knife is not low, it is the limit of what he can refine from these materials, if it is an ordinary grandmaster, it may take days and nights, sleepless and restless to make it .

But Su Han was right in front of his eyes, and the building was completed with a wave of his hands!

This...is simply a god!

Feng Wei's throat was so dry that he couldn't speak. He pointed to the teapot on the table and wanted to ask but dared not.

Su Han poured him a glass, Feng Wei smiled, drank it in one gulp, moistened his throat, and then said, "Master! I never thought that you are a master!"

He was about to kneel down with a plop, but Su Han said, "Aren't you going to catch me?"

Feng Wei hurriedly smiled wryly: "Where is that! How dare a villain!"

Su Han asked him to get up, and said, "I'm not a master craftsman, but you've misunderstood me."

This kind of method is not a great master of refining equipment, who would believe it?

Feng Wei thought it was Su Han who didn't want to reveal his identity, and hurriedly said: "Master says no, then it's not."

But what he saw with his own eyes, how could it be fake?

"That master is actually my master,"

Su Han glanced at Feng Wei, thinking of what the tomb-slayer beast had reminded him, he didn't want to be too high-profile, so as not to be captured by others as a craftsman slave when he was not strong enough.

He still knew why Huai Bi was guilty, but saying that he was the apprentice of the great master of crafting, it was tantamount to having an extra protective umbrella, and he could still act in a high-profile manner.

Who dares to provoke the disciple of the great master of crafting?

Hearing this, Feng Wei suddenly realized that he was the apprentice of the Grand Master of Artifact Refining, no wonder he is so powerful, the Grand Master must be even stronger!

"So that's how it is. He's the disciple of the Grand Master of Artifact Refining. The villain is really blind, please forgive me!"

"You are welcome, Lord City Master. You are older than me. Speaking of which, I should call you Big Brother, and you can just call me Su Han."

This sentence of "Big Brother" made Feng Wei's whole body clear, how could he afford it?

But he felt proud to be called by Su Han!

"You're being polite, then don't call me City Lord, just call me by my name!"

"Okay, Brother Feng,"

Su Han nodded, "I don't want to reveal my identity, but it seems that someone wants to frame me. Brother Feng, can you help me solve this trouble?"

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