Wang Jixuan was sitting in the corner. A trace of pride arose in his heart, but he suppressed it. He smiled freely and his mind became calm.

If these things are all his own creation, then he can indeed be proud of them.

These are just some entry-level things he brought from the world of immortality. He just made adaptive improvements. He does not seek power, only justice.

After this meeting, the pressure within the human camp faced by the Psychic City will definitely rise sharply!...

When Wang Jixuan returned to the studio, it was already evening. He actually felt a little exhausted.

The last part of the meeting was for everyone to have a meal together. Several theater commanders who had similar political status to Fu Jian tried to get him close to each other. This was better than him attending the Taishang Elder's birthday meeting once every hundred years, which lasted as short as half a month. The banquet is much more tiring.

Lingtong rushed to the front line again to teach the seven-star sword formation to the fighting girls.

Everyone in the studio is also busy.

Wu Man is working on the base of the mountain-protecting formation. The formation will be ready in three or four days. The formation can protect the first to fourteenth floors. Uncle Tai and a few old scholars are working on the Demon-Breaking Dagger assembly line. Improve research.

Wan Xiaoqi took Gao Huating to play video games in the corner.

Gao Huating suddenly froze at this moment and turned to glare at Wang Jixuan who had just climbed through the window. Black Wind!

Wang Jixuan took off his helmet and threw it on the coat rack in the corner. He hummed a tune, untied his tactical gloves, and took off the "Zhou Tiantian" mask on his face. Phew—feeling at ease.

Um?
Chapter completed!