Chapter: 4488

"Father, what do you think my weapon is? Do I want a whip too?"

"dad......"

If it were an ordinary craftsman, facing this situation, even if it was his own, he would have already yelled:

Get out of here quickly.

Whether it is alchemy or weapon refining, one must remain focused.

But Zhang Han is a special case. Although he is not proficient in refining weapons, it is still easy to strengthen them just by strengthening them.

And the baby girl was chatting with him beside him, even if it was blown up by the alchemy furnace, Zhang Han would not blink.

In this way, while controlling the fire, he replied:

"These are the weapons used by Uncle Tiger and the others. They put them here at noon."

"How could there be your weapons in it? My daughter, uh...actually, there should be a few weapons. I have to wait for Dad to think about it."

"Whip? I think it's fine. Combined with your fire whip technique, the power will be multiplied."

"..."

After talking about this topic, a few minutes passed.

Whoosh whoosh!

Five weapons that had become sixth-order spirit treasures were put aside, and there was already a small pile there.

It can be seen from here that Zhang Han still takes extra care of the three disciples Zhao Feng, Mu Xue, and Jiang Yanlan.

"Come on, go back to sleep."

Zhang Han took Mengmeng's little hand and flew back to the third floor.

"Mom, you haven't slept yet?" Mengmeng climbed onto the big bed, leaned her head next to Ziyan, and looked at the phone with her: "Huh? Don't you say we went shopping on Saturday, why do we have to go shopping now?" shopping."

"I just took a look at this year's popular styles. You girl, you are still so energetic in the middle of the night. Aren't you afraid that you won't get up tomorrow? Go to sleep."

"I kick people out as soon as I come, am I your own!" Mengmeng snorted softly.

"Have you finished your homework?"

Zi Yan's words made Mengmeng's expression a little resentful again.

"Always bring this up!"

"Heck, go to bed, it's almost twelve o'clock." Zi Yan couldn't help laughing twice, and patted Mengmeng's little butt.

"OK."

Mengmeng got out of bed, put on her shoes, and ran leisurely back to her bedroom.

The next day, after sending Mengmeng to school.

Zhang Han spent a whole day refining the remaining weapons. The weapons used by people like Xinyue Mountain have been multiplied several times, and their strength has also been significantly improved.

Many congenitals practice all day long, constantly absorbing frost spar, performing exercises, and comprehending the secret techniques they have learned.