Chapter: 4280

A light blue streamer surrounded the sandstorm.

Time seemed to stand still.

They stared blankly at the sandstorm, their bodies motionless.

what's going on?

Some doubt life.

Are you going to dissipate, or are you molesting them?

neither.

All this stems from the hand of Zhang Han.

I saw his right hand pressing forward, streams of light covered the entire sandstorm.

"Wow!"

Mengmeng's eyes gradually widened, a little unbelievable.

so smart?

"There are many spirit beasts in this sandstorm. After refining, their energy will make the storm stronger." Zhang Han said calmly.

"Stronger? Will we be washed away? Dad, how about I hug you." Mengmeng said a little worried.

"How can it be used?" Zhang Han laughed: "Dad wants to refine this sandstorm into an attack treasure for you, not to strengthen it to attack us, and this little thing can't hurt us at all."

"Well, it turned out to be refining treasures." Mengmeng stuck out her tongue: "I didn't expect it, Dad, I haven't seen your strength, they all say you are amazing, I have seen it, but I I have never seen it myself."

"Do you want to see it?" Zhang Han was stunned for a moment, and pondered a little: "Wait for a chance, the key point is that the warriors in this world can't even stop your dad's move. When the Kunlun fairyland passage opens, dad will take you up to play. , and you have only been in touch with practice for a few months, so you can see if you can, don't think too much, and don't be so ambitious in practice."

"Well, I see." Mengmeng nodded obediently.

"Refine!"

Zhang Han's eyes flickered with green lights, and a burst of extraordinary aura permeated the air, and the sandstorm in a radius of several miles suddenly shrank.

Ten miles, seven miles, three miles, five hundred meters, one hundred meters, ten centimeters, five centimeters!

A whole sandstorm turned into five centimeter black beads.

The changes did not stop, Zhang Han took out a conch, dissolved the black beads in it, engraved a set of magic circles, and the work was completed!

"This is the sandstorm just now. It has strengthened some power, and it cannot be resisted by the master and below."

Zhang Han handed the conch to Mengmeng: "As for the treasures, you can use them according to the situation. For example, if you come to a B-level ruins with your current strength, you have to rely on those treasures. If you go to a D-level ruins, you only need three or two defenses. Treasures are treasures, and one's own strength is the last word."

"OK."

Mengmeng agreed clearly, took the conch, and fiddled with it for two minutes before putting it into the space bracelet.

"Then there is nothing interesting in this black sand land?"

Walking forward for another ten minutes, Mengmeng murmured: "I don't want to play here anymore, it's not pretty, let's go to the mountains to see the starry sky, shall we?"

"Um."