Qin Feng also showed a satisfied smile, feeling that Mr. Yuan still had a bright future.
But just when he thought he could make a good profit this time, the thunder tribulation in the sky began to dissipate. Just like repairing the ancestral magic sword last time, transforming the imperial weapon only required three thunder tribulations.
"No more!?"
Qin Feng was in a very unhappy mood and decided to continue deducting Mr. Yuan's salary.
"Ding dong, congratulations to the host for transforming the imperial soldiers of the Chosen Son of Heaven and gaining 10 million villain points!"
"Ding dong, congratulations to the host for transforming the imperial weapon of the Chosen Son of Heavenly Dao Level, and getting a chance to draw a lottery!"
"It's finished!"
Qin Feng's body got the news and immediately called the system to draw a lottery.
There was a crash!
The familiar big turntable appeared and began to rotate slowly.
"Ding dong, congratulations to the host for drawing..."
Chapter completed!