Ongoing
Qin Lang transmigrated to the fantasy world and inherited a small, run-down sect at the beginning.
It doesn’t matter whether the sect is poor or not, who allowed me to have a synthesis system.
“Ding, congratulations to the host for using 10, 000 chickens to synthesize a Chicken King! ”
“Ding, congratulations to the host for using 10, 000 hybrid seeds to synthesize a Supreme Grade Spirit Medicine! ”
“Ding, congratulations to the host for synthesizing a Supreme Grade sword from 100, 000 tree branches! ”
“Ding, congratulations to the host for using one million toads to synthesize a divine beast… ”
What? No skills? Combine! No weapons? Combine! No defensive treasures… ?
Beautiful apprentice: “Master, why is my closet empty? ”
Qin Lang** licked his lips: “Don’t panic, disciple, my Divine Level armor can be put together with only one piece of clothing left. ”
After saying that, Qin Lang looked at the only dress on his disciple’s body.