Han Ze's palm flowing in the palm of the hand, directly condensing a small helicopter, the helicopter propeller rotating room, actually rising slowly, which is not much different from the real thing.

"The solid can only be so big." Han Ze said truthfully.

The carving of all things in the realm of deficiency is also divided into two realms: nothingness and solidarity. For example, Xu You is now in a condensed post.

"What about Ningxu?" Xu You said.

Oh!

Han Ze was silent, and his palm was surging, and there was a light sword.

Although the light sword is transparent, it has a shiny metal luster.

Later, Han Ze shook his hand, and the light sword flew out quickly, cutting a bluestone in the distance directly.

"Okay, let's take that handwriting first." Han Ze Road.

The purpose of his coming here is not to perform performance, but to watch the handwriting.

In the hands, it is likely to record the real purpose of the hidden palace.

"I have made people ready." Xu You said.

Subsequently, the three came to a secret loft.

At the place where the attic is near the window, there is already a coffee table, and three cups of tea made on the coffee table are spilling. The tea fragrance overflows.
Chapter completed!