Chapter: 7975

"Jiuye, what is the origin of the other party, so strong?" Bai Xiangfeng said.

"That old gentleman is at least the third level of Transcending Tribulation. Such characters may come from the central galaxy." Bai Jiuye sighed: "In short, it is not a character that my Bai family can provoke."

"It's so ruthless."

Bai Xiangfeng gasped: "I didn't expect that Kong Linger found a big backer."

"..."

inside the aircraft.

It will take some time to go back.

When Nina came back, everyone relaxed a lot and chatted with each other, especially Mengmeng, Nina, Felina and Yue Xiaonao, the conversation was full of enthusiasm.

"Zhang Hanyang, why don't you like to talk to me?" Kong Linger sat on the side sofa of Zi Yan and Zhang Han and asked in a low voice.

Zi Yan has no expression.

But Zhang Han knew that if he didn't handle it well, he would have to sleep on the sofa at night.

"Miss Kong."

Zhang Han looked serious, and said: "You really misunderstood, I am not your dish, if you can read it, you should be a disciple, not what you think."

"Whatever you say, I just want to follow you, try it, if it's not suitable, then I'll go." Kong Linger said indifferently.

"With all due respect, we are not suitable." Zhang Han was helpless, and he took out a space ring: "Seeing that you took us all the way and brought back Nina, this is your reward. Afterwards, you are Xingyao Goddess of the God Dynasty, we are from the ancient martial arts world, so we will have nothing to do with each other."

"I don't want it." Kong Ling'er got up and walked away.

Kong Linger was a little mad: ah! Want to drive me away?

"When you get there, just let her go."

Zhang Han shook his head slightly, talked to Zi Yan, and closed his eyes to rest.

Three hours later, when Mengmeng's chat was about the same, Zhang Han said:

"Nina, I want to extract the dragon spirit from your body."

"Okay, Uncle Zhang." Nina nodded, "What should I do?"

"You don't have to move or care."

Zhang Han got up.

Everyone's eyes fell on Zhang Han.

Yue Wuwei was a little curious: "The spirit of the dragon has many uses, what are you going to do?"

"Blood drawing spell."

These four words protruded from Zhang Han's mouth.

"Blood drawing spell?" Yue Wuwei frowned.

I haven't heard of it, but then the eyebrows eased, with an unpredictable look on his face, and he stared at Zhang Han and nodded, revealing a smile, as if he knew what was going on.