Borrow something from me?
Martial Dao Hong was taken aback: "What does fellow Daoist want to borrow?"
Although the demon with the Six-Colored Golden Body only seemed to have a cultivation of First Forge, he didn't look down on him at all. If he could befriend such a demon, he wouldn't mind lending anything he had on him.
"Your head!" Wei Fan's expression was indifferent.
Martial Dao Hong's face changed, and he frowned: "You must be joking, fellow Daoist. I am Martial Dao Hong, and I don't think there's any enmity between us. Did you perhaps mistake me for someone else?"
He didn't associate Wei Fan with anything.
Because even those who understood Wei Fan wouldn't believe he could forge a Golden Body in such a short time.
Blood Venerable had been breaking through to Martial Venerable for nearly a century, and until Wei Fan killed him, he hadn't finished his first forging of the Golden Body.
