Chapter: 1538
"Little Han, just accept it. We also hope that the Shanhe Banner can display its greatest ability. Obviously, you are the most suitable person." Wang Zhanzong said with a smile.
He thought Zhang Han was embarrassed.
At this time, Wang Ming and others looked at Zhang Han with unison.
Although I don't know much about it, the word "sacred artifact" has a strong character, which is obviously a good thing.
When Zhang Han saw their appearance, he shook his head amusedly, and said, "This thing is considered tasteless to me, but it will be too expensive for you, so keep it."
What he is most proficient in is not the formation method, but Wang Zhanpeng and others are considered to specialize in the formation method.
"Foolish ribs?" Wang Zhanpeng was stunned for a moment, and said, "But it's a sacred weapon!"
"Don't talk about holy artifacts, I also have sacred artifacts." Zhang Han responded when he saw this.
According to this statement, the Leiyang tree is a divine object, the spirit marrow is a sacred object, and the Yuanqing tree is a heavenly treasure.
Zhang Han used to have countless spiritual treasures, and he knew very well what was useful to him. To put it bluntly, the Shanhe Banner could not catch his eyes. At the same time, Zhang Han will choose obsidian spar without hesitation.
The strongest formation is to set up the formation in advance. The more mysterious the formation, the larger the project volume and the more things are needed. To accommodate the Shanhe Banner, the energy of the formation will be at least half.
Wang Zhanpeng and others didn't know this, but after hearing the words at this time, their expressions were stunned and dumbfounded:
"God, fetish?"
"My God, Xiaohan, you actually have a fetish?"
"This, this is simply unbelievable! Owning a fetish is equivalent to owning a sect!"
They have all heard that many great sects developed because of possessing divine objects.
This news simply shocked them too.
So Wang Zhanpeng put away the Shanhe Banner directly, everyone has a sacred object, this holy artifact is fine!
After chatting for a while, Zhang Han and his party got into the car and headed to the airport.
Wang Zhanpeng and others went all the way to the gate of the house. Looking at the back of the convoy, Wang Zhanpeng shook his head and sighed softly:
"He is really the son of a generation against the heavens. I am afraid that even the Qing emperor may not be able to catch up with the little man."
"The Zhang family is out of the dragon..." Wang Zhanhong said with emotion.
"It's a pity that the Zhang family has no eyes." Wang Zhanzong said slowly; "I feel that with the temper of a young man, he may not be able to recognize the Zhang family."
"That's because Zhang Jiaxin's helmsman is too business-oriented. In the power center of Shangjing, they have gradually worn away their knowledge of the martial arts world. This is also a disadvantage of a big family business. Quick success is not a long-term thing, but Zhang Guangyou is a hero around the world. Their lineage, with Xiaohan around, will surely soar into the sky."
Wang Zhanpeng sighed again.
He was very emotional in his heart. He also wanted the Wang family to be a genius, but he was afraid that he would not be able to reach Zhang Han's level in his entire life.
This time, the flight boarded at 3:00 pm and arrived at Xiangjiang at 5:30 pm.
More than two hours, time is still very fast.
Before boarding the plane, Zhao Feng informed Xu Yong who was sitting in the restaurant.
Arrive at the restaurant at about six o'clock and explain the information.