Chapter: 1513

At the other end, Wang Ming drove for more than half an hour, and came to the boundary of Qingfengzong again.

In front of the main gate, there were two disciples guarding the gate, who were shocked when they saw Zhang Han.

"Go, go!"

He didn't even look at the door, and ran straight in.

So when Zhang Han and Zhang Han arrived at the gate of the inner courtyard, there were already more than a hundred people standing there, all holding knives, forks and sticks, with menacing expressions on their faces.

"All disciples obey orders!"

The Great Elder sternly shouted:

"Array!"

Crashing, the crowd moved quickly.

This time Zhang Han didn't do anything, and looked calmly at the many disciples of Qingfengzong in front of him.

I saw them running in a hurry like students standing in a queue, standing in two rows, forming a passage leading to the inner courtyard.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Han was a little weird.

What's the point of making it so fancy?

"Please come in, the head is already waiting in the lobby." The Great Elder said loudly.

"Uh..." Wang Ming paused, and whispered in Zhang Han's ear, "This seems to be the Qingfeng sect's way of entertaining. There are so many people, it's very grand."

"Um."

Zhang Han nodded and walked in.

Walking closer, the First Elder and the Second Elder led the way on one side. The road was flat, and the area of ​​the inner courtyard was much smaller. There were buildings on both sides, and there was a large house on the innermost side.

Walking into the lobby of the house, I saw an old man with a white beard sitting on the main seat on the inside. He was drooping his eyelids, as if sitting quietly, with a calm expression on his face, as if he was awe-inspiring.

The moment Zhang Han stepped in, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked over.

After a few glances, he said lightly:

"You came."

The voice was very low, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

Zhang Han was a little strange when he saw this.

This momentum pretends to be a Jindan veteran, but it is only a master in the early stage...

However, Zhang Han felt that the aura on his body was still very mysterious, and it was somewhat unclear. It should be a martial artist with two brushes, much stronger than Elder Hong.

Zhang Han looked at it twice and didn't talk nonsense. He stretched out his palm, caught a bank card in his finger, and flicked it inward slightly.

Whoosh!

The bank card seemed to turn into a golden light and flew past.

Yue Wuwei fixed his finger, and the bank card was suspended on his finger.