Chapter: 4472

Patriarch Wang: "???"

There is an urge to curse in my heart, but this occasion does not allow it.

etc.

What the hell is the Moon Emperor?

hiss!

Moon Emperor!

Patriarch Wang was startled, and honestly bowed to Zi Yan: "Wang Xin has seen the Moon Emperor."

"Ah... I'm not used to it." Zi Yan glanced at Zhang Han, and stuck out the tip of her tongue a little awkwardly.

"Hey, with your strength, you deserve such a prestigious title." Patriarch Xia replied with a smile.

This made Old Ancestor Wang's expression stiff.

Good guy, it turns out that this title was given by you.

What a waste of time.

Old Ancestor Wang didn't say much, he took out a space ring and said:

"We met for the first time, Wang Hufeng sent a little heart, don't refuse."

The various treasures given by this guy are worth about tens of millions of crystals, which are similar to those of Patriarch Xia.

Sit down and talk.

"Another patriarch? Patriarch Ye is here too. Could it be that eight of us from the Eastern Region, oh no, all five patriarchs are going to pay homage to the Moon Emperor?"

"This is really..."

There are more and more people watching the excitement around. Seeing such a scene, the shock in my heart is like a huge wave. Wave after wave, it has just subsided, but it is raised again.

It was as they said.

After ten minutes, the other two ancestors arrived together.

One after another sent heavy treasures.

Basically, the treasures that each ancestor gave were about ten million crystals. In just a few hours, the treasures that Zhang Hanguang got were all worth fifty million low-grade crystals.

If these were seen by Ye Longyuan or Shi Fenghou, they would definitely cry out:

Zhang Hanyang, you are so rich, you can treat our petty profit as a fart.

One million crystals is very difficult for them. It is conceivable that the generosity of these ancestors, although Zhang Han does not lack high-grade crystals, but for Kunlun Immortal Realm or King Realm, the number of high-grade crystals is not enough. many.

until eleven o'clock.

After going through the whole day, Mengmeng yawned and felt a little sleepy, but the disciples beside her were still ancestors, and they were chatting with each other.

So Zhang Han stood up decisively:

"My daughter is sleepy, go to rest first."