C16 Make a Name for Yourself with One Strike

Half the size of a fist, fifteen to two hundred thousand. Such a high price was something Qin Feng did not expect. Seeing Qin Feng stunned, Wang Tine was a little puzzled, "Qin Feng, what's wrong with you? I'll ask about it later."

After coming back to his senses, Qin Feng chuckled and said, "Oh, it's nothing. I'm just asking casually so that I can understand a little about it