Chapter: 1478
Thinking about it, Zhang Han felt a little bit pained. He was hit by the Nine Heavens God Thunder, and he didn't survive, but all the emotions now are fortunate.
Ziyan and Mengmeng fascinated and fascinated him.
I never thought that being a father would be such a blessing.
Closer to home, Wang Ming naturally didn't know about Zhang Han's past. After hearing the words, his expression was a little stunned.
Is it just a Qinglong bloodline? Forget it?
Why does it sound like the high-ranking Qinglong bloodline is ordinary in his eyes?
I couldn't figure it out, so I was silent all the way, and walked to the inner courtyard with Zhang Han.
After walking in for a minute, clatter.
A large group of people rushed over from the left and right sides.
It looked like a total of about 150 people. They all held weapons and looked at Zhang Han vigilantly.
"Who are you?" The three elders entered the arena last, and the first elder looked at Zhang Han and asked.
"I'm looking for you Yue Wuwei." Zhang Han said calmly.
"Is the head of the sect the one you can see whenever you want? It's really disrespectful for me to enter the gate with such a big fanfare. All disciples obey the order and line up." The elder said loudly.
"yes!"
As soon as many disciples put away their weapons, they moved towards this side one after another.
Zhang Han was stunned when he saw this.
This is still up? So straightforward?
No wonder it is called the soy sauce sect. If this style is placed in the world of cultivating immortals, it is afraid that it will not last a day.
Zhang Han also opened his eyes.
With a thought, the cards in his pocket flew out one by one.
The spiritual power in the body was filled with it, and the cards whizzed away in a fan shape.
Bang bang bang!
A series of muffled sounds came out, and the one hundred and fifty disciples were knocked down to the ground within ten seconds.
"???" The Great Elder was stunned.
Immediately afterwards, eighteen cards indented toward the center, surrounding the three elders.
Feeling the icy breath coming from the card, the three of them felt chills down their spines for a moment.
The elder's eyelids kept trembling, and said:
"Hero, why did you make the move? I asked my disciples to line up to welcome you into the main hall to speak, you..."
Um?
Zhang Han froze for a while.