"Street stall goods?"

Before the old man could speak, Hu Qingquan beside him frowned, and a hint of suspicion appeared in his eyes.

The next moment, he suddenly bent down and picked up the bronze mirror on the ground.

I observed it left and right.

"well!"

Suddenly, Hu Qingquan sighed and said with a slight silence: "Chen Wei, how long have you been in the weapon refining world?"

"Um?"

Hearing this, Chen Wei was slightly stunned. Although he didn't understand why Hu Qingquan asked, he subconsciously said: "Brother, I have been in the weapon refining world for twenty-three years!"

"Twenty-three years!"

Hu Qingquan nodded and said, "Twenty-three years are not short... You still have great time, don't waste all your energy on refining weapons."

"From tomorrow, you will go back to the imperial city and live the rest of your life peacefully."

Chen Wei laughed dryly and said, "Senior brother really likes to joke, and the older the weapon refiner, the more popular it is.

Besides, I am only in my forties, so I can work for decades more!"

"How many more decades?"

Hearing this, Hu Qingquan suddenly sneered.

He opened his right hand and showed the bronze mirror in front of Chen Wei, with a sarcastic look on his face: "You can discard such spiritual objects in heaven and earth as garbage!"

"If you really let you do it for decades, will you lose all my senior brother's face?
Chapter completed!