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Chapter 237 [236] Seeing the Artifact

"Wanhao people, this is not your world, you have gone too far!"

The anger contained in the words of the gods made Cheng Han's mind resound with illusory raging waves.

"Boom! Boom!"

The soul also sensed a strong sense of crisis, as if it would be crushed by raging waves in the next moment.

next moment.

Another divine voice resounded through the heavens and the earth.

This time it was a familiar language—Wanhao language.

This sentence reveals the firmness that will never change: "Among the thousands of worlds, there are only the worlds that Wanhao people want to go to, and there are also worlds that Wanhao people don't want to go to. There has never been a world that Wanhao people can't go to."

The implication is - so what about your world, Wanhao people come whenever they want!
This statement came out.

The sound of the waves in Cheng Han's head disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Instead, it was the sound of gold and iron that would shake the sky and the earth.

"Boom! Boom!"

An illusory giant golden tripod figure, engraved with innumerable mysterious patterns on its surface, suddenly emerged.

This tripod is so big that it is as majestic as a mountain.

Cheng Han's soul sensed a stronger crisis, as if he was about to be crushed into powder by a giant cauldron.

Fortunately, after the words of God were finished, the strange situation subsided.

Cheng Han breathed a sigh of relief, quietly performed a deduction, and obtained a series of information.

The name of the golden giant tripod - Zhenhai tripod!

The god-level powerhouse in charge of this thing—Shenjun Zhang Han!
The god-level powerhouse in Youmiao Realm shouted angrily: "Wanhao people, you are too arrogant!"

next moment.

The picture in the center of the halo suddenly flashed with gray mist, completely covering everything.

obviously.

This must be the opponent's god-level powerhouse, and he shot with anger.

The powerful fluctuation of divine power seriously interfered with the deduction of the all-seeing eye.

Cheng Han murmured secretly: "This god-level powerhouse's self-cultivation is too bad, Zhang Han just told the truth, why are you so angry?"

of course.

He also understood that the more important reason was that after some observations, the strong men in the Youmiao Realm decided to weigh the strength of the Wanhao Clan.

In other words, this is just a small trial.

The real battle between the two worlds cannot be fought so quickly.

Another moment.

"Boom!"

The sound of the tripod sounded again.

This is obviously Zhang Han Shenjun shot.

The halo shook violently a few times, and suddenly exploded into large spots of light.

The deduction process was forced to be interrupted.

Cheng Han smacked his lips: "Judging from the word 'Zhenhai' alone, the Zhenhai Cauldron controlled by the god must be a water artifact.

"And the Youmiao Realm happens to be a water world, so it's no wonder that God Zhang Han will carry the Zhenhai Ding out."

He felt quite regretful in his heart: "It's a pity that the level of the omniscient eye is still too low, otherwise I can witness the true power of the artifact with my own eyes."

*
Around six o'clock in the afternoon.

The rain has abated a bit.

But going out has become more dangerous.

Because the raindrops are mixed with a lot of hail.

"Bang! Bang!"

Countless lumps of ice fell from the sky and hit the top of the glass greenhouse fiercely, creating an extremely dense collision sound.

Xie You was startled when he heard this, and unconsciously raised his head to look at the roof.

Miss Youwu saw very clearly that the largest hailstone was almost as big as a baby's fist, which made her shudder.

Wouldn't it be life-threatening if the head was hit by such a big hailstone?

Cheng Han glanced at her and said with a smile, "Don't worry! When the Winter Garden was built, the hailstorm was taken into consideration.

"The Fang family specially spent a lot of money to purchase a batch of high-strength glass from the nearby 'Anluan Little Spirit Realm', which is used for the roof of the greenhouse."

The so-called "Anluan Little Spiritual Realm" is an industrial-oriented Little Spiritual Realm, and many products in Tai'an are "imported" from there.

Although the industrial level of this world is far inferior to that of the previous life, high-strength glass is not a difficult thing, and this world is capable of producing it.

Xie You calmed down, and said in a tone full of admiration, "Director, you are really good at predicting things!"

As early as a few hours ago, Cheng Han told her that "there may be relatively large hailstones around six o'clock" and asked her to tell the Fang family.

The scene in front of him perfectly confirmed the accuracy of the "prophecy", and even the time was unbelievably accurate.

Cheng Han smiled slightly, and gave a seemingly reasonable explanation: "The temperature is below freezing point, and it is not surprising that the rain condenses into hail."

Xie You gave an "Oh" in a half-understandable way.

Cheng Han's explanation was naturally to fool the maid.

The real reason is that, in fact, this is a secret trick played by the giant rain dragon phantom projected earlier.

For god-level powerhouses, this is just an insignificant trick.

In Cheng Han's view, this is really a remarkable skill.

During these few hours, he seemed to be working in the office, but he was actually studying the changes and benefited a lot. Naturally, it was not difficult to deduce the time point of the hailstorm.

Also.

Cheng Han also figured out why Yulong did this.

Without it.

Just one word - skin!

It is precisely because of this that a group of god-level powerhouses on the Shenrong did not bother to stop it.

Xie You reported one more thing: "In order to prevent hail, the Fang family urgently built a protective shed, leading from the gate to the gate of the Winter Garden."

Cheng Han nodded slightly: "You will thank the Fang family for me later."

Miss Youwu responded, and added another sentence: "When I told the Patriarch earlier, he didn't understand very much, but now he must be very surprised."

Cheng Han smiled and didn't say much.

*
In fact.

Fang Qinghuai's mood at this time was not just surprise.

The owner of the Winter Garden was standing at the door of his mansion, staring blankly at the hailstorm destroying a small piece of evergreen shrubs.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Crack! Crack!"

Many leaves fell from the hail.

Soon.

This piece of shrub looks a bit scattered and devastated.

Fang Qinghuai glanced in the direction of the garden office unconsciously, and sighed involuntarily: "It's amazing!"

"Homeowner!"

The voice of the old butler came from the side.

Fang Qinghuai turned to look at the excited butler, and asked, "What's the matter?"

The old housekeeper reminded: "In an hour, the Grand Consul is coming, do you want to check the protective shed?"

Fang Qinghuai reacted: "That's right, let's go check it now."

He took the lead, walked quickly into the protective shed, and began to carefully check every corner.

10 minute later.

Fang Qinghuai inspected the more than 30-meter-long protective shed and found more than a dozen small defects.

The old housekeeper recorded one by one, and ordered the servant to rectify it as quickly as possible.

"Bang! Bang!"

The hailstones were hitting the ceiling, which was very loud.

But the roof is made of hardwood, which is strong enough to withstand hail and rain.

A flash of light suddenly flashed in Fang Qinghuai's mind, and he asked, "In a few days, the protective shed will be dismantled, and a protective corridor will be built with stone materials. What do you think?"

The old butler understood it in seconds and was full of praise: "This is a very clever idea! This corridor will definitely become a scenic spot in Anhua City in the future."

If it's just a protective corridor, no one will care.

But this thing has something to do with big people, especially there is a legendary story of "unpredictable prophets", which can be called "famous places".

Fang Qinghuai smiled: "I think so too."

This guy didn't know what was wrong, so he had another idea: "The director has lived here for so long, how about changing the name of Winter Garden to 'Cheng Yuan'?"

The old housekeeper looked strange, and said tactfully: "You'd better think carefully."

Fang Qinghuai realized that this kind of flattery is easy to pat the horse's legs, so he couldn't help but smile awkwardly: "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

　Stomach ulcers are really tormenting. After taking the medicine, I still have a dull pain, and I have no appetite at all.

　
(End of this chapter)