Only one hour each day later, he finished refining.
At this moment, the number of Lu Changsheng's martial arts also soared from the previous twenty-seven to thirty-five kinds of martial arts.
Thirty-five kinds of martial arts are actually not a lot.
Can't even rank in the top one hundred.
But Lu Changsheng was not in a hurry, after all, it had only been two or three days.
There is still a long time to slowly plunder martial arts.
"Will there be intelligent life in this vast snowfield?"
"Or is there a civilization?"
A thought arose in Lu Changsheng's mind.
Where exactly is the Transformation Realm Battlefield?
Actually, Lu Changsheng was not clear.
He only knew that this should be a real world.
But so far, he hadn't seen the "natives" of this world.
Lu Changsheng continued to search on the snowfield.
Unfortunately, his luck seemed to have run out.
For three whole days, Lu Changsheng found nothing, not even a single Earth Saint.
