Chapter: 8557
It is a casual state that is incompatible with the battle scene.
"Not bad, this ribbon is more powerful than I thought."
Zhang Han observed three points carefully: "The non-attribute Xuanbao can be applied to all kinds of monks. It can be attacked and accepted. It is a good Xuanbao. Take it and cultivate it."
Zhang Han handed it to Mengmeng with a smile.
"Well."
Mengmeng also understands this aspect. For things like Xuanbao, you need to use your own breath to cultivate them, so that they will be more and more convenient to use in the future.
They speak above board.
Immortal Lord Three Thunders was furious after hearing this.
This is regarded as his own mysterious treasure?
"Who are you?"
San Lei Xianjun asked with a cold face.
"I?"
Zhang Han finally turned his head and looked at the battlefield. He smiled faintly: "Zhang Hanyang, the second elder of Yunxiao Palace."
"Haha, okay, okay, even if I can't kill you here, even if you escape, when you leave the Great Secret Realm, I will take the thousands of troops of the Holy Thunder Sect and crush your Yunxiao Palace!"
San Lei Xianjun's voice was mixed with anger.
On the side of Shuitian Xianjun and Wuluo Xianjun, their faces were a little ugly.
Isn't this clearly intended to bully people?
Saint Lei Zong is someone who can start a war if you say it, just an elder!
When Shui Tianxian was about to mock.
Zhang Han smiled but said: "Who said we want to escape?"
Um?
San Lei Xianjun narrowed his eyes slightly: "Could it be possible that you still plan to fight me? In this land of Thunder Creek, do you dare?"
He wished that the other party would stay.
"Hanyang, don't be impulsive!"
Immortal Wu Luo immediately sent a voice transmission: "Let's retreat quickly. The Three Thunder Immortals are here. Their fighting power is too strong. We are not opponents. If we keep the green hills, we will not worry about no firewood!"
"Go! Don't be willful!" Shui Tianxian Jun said: "Xiao Jin has been attacked for a long time, if you continue to persist, I am afraid you will get hurt."
At this time, Zhang Han smiled faintly, shook his head, and moved slightly.
The golden-armored monster roared fiercely, flew back, kept getting smaller, and returned to Zhang Han's wrist.
Sanlei Xianjun and the others stopped doing anything, and looked ahead indifferently.
"you dare?"