Chapter: 2391

Wang Zhanpeng and Lei Tiannan's eyes widened suddenly.

Looking to the right, there were hundreds of people in the bamboo forest, chopping bamboo with hatchets.

"Image."

Zhang Han said softly:

"What is shown is the picture of the past, which is easy to understand, like a mirage of time dislocation."

"Huh... I was really shocked to see it all of a sudden." Lei Tiannan slowly shook his head and sighed: "As expected of a relic close to A-level, it's shocking!"

"Fortunately, the danger is not particularly dangerous." Wang Zhanpeng also said.

He felt that if he found the law of Thunder, the danger after dodging would be much lower.

"This place should be in a relatively peripheral place."

Zhang Han shook his head slightly, feeling that there is something extraordinary here.

Because he felt it, the spirit treasure of level five or above that he had guessed before.

Obviously it is the whole mountain.

Not moving like a mountain.

I can't take it away, I can only look at it.

Continuing to go up, there are also stretches of buildings on the mountainside.

The buildings here are all courtyards, single buildings with small courtyards, and places for practicing exercises in the front and back.

"Go and see!"

Zhang Han said, and the three of them dispersed again, exploring one by one.

"Little Han, little Han! I found the treasure!"

Ten minutes later, Wang Zhanpeng called out suddenly.

Whoosh!

Zhang Han and Lei Tiannan quickly appeared at the intersection, and saw a palm-sized brown stone lying peacefully in Wang Zhanpeng's right hand.

The fluctuation above is a heavenly treasure.

It's just that Lei Tiannan and Wang Zhanpeng didn't know each other after a few glances.

It was Zhang Han who observed it and told its origin:

"The brown wind stone is a kind of formation stone. It is very effective in arranging formations. It can also be used as formation eyes. It can be used several times."

"The formation stone..." Wang Zhanpeng glanced again, and handed the treasure to Zhang Han: "Little Han, you..."

"Old Wang, take it yourself. Come here to hunt for treasures. Naturally, whoever gets it will go to whoever gets it. If I really want it, I will exchange it with you for the same amount." Zhang Han shook his head slightly.

In normal times, giving treasures to each other is a human relationship, but in the ruins, Zhang Han prefers to be clear, and he doesn't want to take advantage of it. Whoever owns it is whose.

"This...well then." Wang Zhanpeng finally accepted the treasure and put it in the cloth pocket around his waist.