C1127 Out of control

Five days had passed and Mo Feng was expressionless. Master Ye's refining speed was neither fast nor slow, but it could be said that he had refined it in a circle. Even now, there were no problems with the raw materials, everything went smoothly.

"It should be cool now." Mo Feng thought, the tool cauldron s were just like a lump of magma, they could be molded once