There was a mocking smile on the corner of San Lei Xianjun's mouth.

"Isn't it the art of lightning control? It just so happens that I will have a lot." Zhang Han said seriously.

"Hahaha, the second elder of Yunxiao Palace is playing the art of controlling lightning? Are you joking?" Immortal Sanlei said: "If you dare to fight me, then I can consider letting others go. Give me the mysterious treasure and the ancient beast! Play thunder with me, Saint Leizong, and you deserve it too!"