Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1550 Folding Spirit Fan Frustrated
  When Zhang Yan saw the Lingbao, he felt very frustrated. He thought it would be some kind of halberd, crescent knife or other powerful weapons, but he didn't expect that what fell into his hands was just a folding fan.

Zhang Yan's pride was so high that he tucked the folding fan behind him, not wanting anyone to see that the spiritual treasure he had obtained was so useless.

Zhang Yan didn't speak, just silent. But those two people were anxious.

"Why aren't you kid talking? Are you trying to scare us to death?" Zhang Yiyun said, and the flesh on his face trembled.

"Come on, Zhang Yan, don't be pretentious, show it to us so we can make a training plan for you." Zhang Lu looked at Zhang Yan and said anxiously.

After hearing this, Zhang Yan looked directly at the two of them and took out the folding fan behind him.

Visible embarrassment appeared on the faces of the two men. But the two of them still managed a smile and comforted Zhang Yan, saying, "It's okay, the folding fan is not bad. When you go back and check the books, you can learn how to practice the folding fan."

Zhang Yan looked at the folding fan, feeling lonely in his heart. He said, "It's useless. The folding fan can only be used to fan the wind. What else can it be used for? I can practice by myself without relying on him." After that, he strode out of the door.

Zhang Yiyun and Zhang Lu looked at each other, at a loss. After all, there has been no case of soft spirit treasures in the administrative village so far. Maybe that child is really not suitable for cultivation.

Both of their faces were indescribably solemn. After watching Zhang Yan walk away, he moved his steps and followed him.

They followed Zhang Yan in silence. Just like that, I walked out of Lingbao Pavilion with a weird atmosphere.

When I walked out of Lingbao Pavilion, I found Zhang Zhihe who had already chosen Lingbao to come out and wait at the door. They all wanted to know what Zhang Yan's useless spirit treasure would look like.

"Zhang Yan, what is your spiritual treasure? Take it out and show it to us."

Zhang Zhihe stood majestically at the door holding his big spiked hammer, looking at Zhang Yan who came out with disdain.

When Zhang Yan heard such taunting words, he looked at his hammer again, and what he wanted to say was stuck in his throat. Why is it that the level of the Lingbao he picked is not as good as mine, but the Lingbao looks much more powerful than me, Zhang Yan thought fiercely in his heart.

"Zhang Yan's spiritual treasure has nothing to do with you, so why are you asking so much about it?"

Zhang Yiyun said to Zhang Zhihe, and after saying that, he wanted to pull Zhang Yan away from there.

When Zhang Qi saw everyone coming out, he put away his magic power and closed Lingbao Pavilion.

Zhang Qi stroked his long snow-white beard and looked at Zhang Yan, saying: "Since you got that spiritual treasure, it means you are destined to him, why are you so coy and unwilling to take it out to the public."

Although Zhang Yan heard Zhang Qi's words, he was still reluctant to take out the folding fan, because he could imagine Zhang Zhihe's face when he took out the folding fan, which was disgusting.

So Zhang Yan shook his head, stubbornly unwilling to say another word. It was obvious that Zhang Yan was in a very low mood.

Zhang Qi looked at Zhang Yan and didn't want to say anything more. Just when he was about to take everyone away, something happened to Zhang Yan.

It was Zhang Zhihe who saw Zhang Yan rejecting his request to see the Lingbao. He felt that he had been humiliated by Zhang Yan and decided to see his Lingbao no matter what means he used.

He saw Zhang Yan standing there with his hands behind his back, and guessed that Lingbao must be behind him.

So he secretly came to Zhang Yan's side, used his newly acquired spiritual treasure, wrapped the chain between the two hammers around Zhang Yan's hand, and pulled violently, and Zhang Yan's folding fan was thrown to the ground.

(End of this chapter)