Chapter: 7888
As he said that, he looked at Zhang Han: "As for the matter that you moved my servants of the Canglong Palace just now, I will pursue it later, hehe, let's see if you can survive Mo Qinghan."
Hearing this, Zhang Han didn't show any expression, he was still calm, he put his hands on his back, and said calmly: "I said, you four can go together."
"It's so arrogant." Kong Linger said: "But I like it. It's not my character to fight more and less. If you can beat the three of them, I can consider fighting you."
After all, Kong Linger also retreated tens of meters.
Leave a large area for Mo Qinghan to fight with this mysterious man who appeared.
Zheng!
Mo Qinghan took out a sword, stood in front of his chest, and slowly pulled it out.
The scabbard is silver, the hilt is black, and the blade is blue.
"This sword is named Blue Dream."
Mo Qinghan smiled coldly: "The whole body is made of the eighth-order Lingbao Blue Dream Stone, which has been refined for thirty-nine years. The Lanmeng Sword does not kill the unknown."
One sentence caused a lot of uproar.
Most of them are from the ancient martial arts world:
"What, the whole body is made of eighth-order spirit treasures?"
"What is blue dream stone?"
"..."
They don't know, but people from the three major sects know that Blue Dream Stone is a kind of phantom stone, which is easy to be addicted to, and it is even more weird when combined with some magic spells.
Xingyao Shenchao Mo Qinghan, the most distinctive feature is his Blue Dream Sword.
"Full Body Blue Dream Stone?"
Zhang Han looked carefully at his eyes and smiled: "It's really reckless."
"What do you know?" Mo Qing said in a cold voice, "This sword is a spiritual treasure that my Xingyao Shenchao headmaster personally refined. Don't make me say it a third time, and report it."
"My name,"
Zhang Han suddenly said these three words, and then lost the sound.
The field fell silent.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Ten seconds passed, and everyone was waiting for Zhang Han to sign up.
But he doesn't seem to want to continue talking?
As the saying goes, the most uncomfortable thing is to say something halfway.
hiss!
Mo Qinghan's breath became tight: "Are you kidding me? Very good, the end of angering me is not just killing you."
His gaze crossed Zhang Han and swept towards Mengmeng and the others. Almost all of them could feel Mo Qinghan's sharp gaze.