C2295 If He Wasn't Ruthless He Wouldn't be Able to Stand Still

I can't stand straight.

Desolate hillside, Gui Qingshan's residence.

The three of them were lying on the hospital bed. The Cyan Bull was also lying on the cow fence. Their complexion was very bad, and they were all tired.

Their injuries were not light.

"Boss, how can you compete with Yin Changfeng in the pill refining? It's not like you don't know that he is a sixth-grade alchemist