C159 Fan Jin Was in the Middle of the Election!

"Where's the Celestial Profound Iron? Let me see!"

Zhou Mazi couldn't wait any longer. He stretched out his hand and demanded from Ye Fei.

Ye Fei smiled faintly. He wasn't in a hurry at all. He turned around and returned to the store. He sat on a chair, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette. He took a light puff and said, "Uncle Mazi, since you don't want to help me make flying knives