Chapter: 3809

"Take these and distribute them to the security team."

Zhang Han casually sent out most of the bottle of holy spirit water.

Dong Chen's face froze:

"It's too extravagant, I want it too."

"Little Han, you can't be too partial, Tianxia Mountain belongs to your grandfather."

"Guangyou, why don't you say a few words at this time?"

Dong Chen remembered scratching his ears and cheeks.

Seeing his appearance, Rong Jiali couldn't help laughing:

"Son, let's see if there is any more for Uncle Dong. If you have enough, give him some."

"have."

Zhang Han funnyly took out a whole bottle of Holy Spirit water and handed it over.

Dong Chen's eyes brightened, and he quickly took over:

"Hahaha, so much, more than seventeen catties! It's so cool, it's the first time I've seen so much Holy Spirit water, hahaha..."

Dong Chen was really agitated, until ten seconds later, he paused, quickly put away the bottle of holy spirit water, and said with a straight face:

"Xiao Han, how much of this holy spirit water do you have? Many people in our Tianxia Mountain's Dharma Protection Group have reached the peak. If they have the Holy Spirit water, they can break through Tiancheng, and then our Tianxia Mountain's combat effectiveness will rise a lot. , I, Dong Chen, are not doing it for myself, I have been at the peak of Tiancheng for so many years, and I can't break through without a big opportunity, so how much do you have, Xiaohan? Or are you giving me two bottles?"

"Son, how much Holy Spirit water did you get?" Zhang Guangyou asked in a daze.

He never thought that the next time his son went to the ancient mine, he would take out a dozen catties of Holy Spirit water.

At this time, other people were also curious, but Zhang Han pondered slightly.

He uttered a sentence that made everyone's brains unable to turn around:

"Not much, just twenty-two bottles."

"Pfft... what did you say?" Dong Chen almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

What a big family.

Twenty-two bottles, my God, I got rich, I really got rich!

"Twenty bottles?"

Several people around are a little confused, of course they are among the warriors.

Even Mu Xue was like this, a little sluggish.

Everyone is thinking:

One bottle is about seventeen catties, ten bottles is one hundred and seventy catties, twenty-two bottles, how much is it?

More than three hundred and seventy catties!

After sending out two bottles, thirty-four catties, he still has three hundred and thirty-six catties left!