Chapter 1239: And a sage hand bone

"Holy weapon? How is this possible?"
Li Shao murmured, his face blank and unbelievable.
The others were all shocked, opened their mouths and stopped all speech and movement.
"Master Chen really has good eyesight, yes, this is a sacred weapon that is 60% intact."
Zhang Xing has seen too many artifacts.
It can be felt from the breath that this piece is more complete than the holy artifact that Ana Lord has left her thoughts on.
"Do you know the holy weapon too?"
Master Chen was shocked.
"Of course, I have been fortunate enough to have seen thousands of them in previous years."
噗通!
Hearing Zhang Xing's words, Master Chen kicked his feet and a (fart pi) strand fell to the ground.
Lips pursed: "You ... have you seen thousands?"
"Ah, yeah, what's wrong, is there anything weird?"
"I've only seen it, those holy artifacts don't belong to me."
Zhang Xing was surprised.
Oh! God, Master Chen is completely dizzy.
Your sister, it's not unusual to see thousands of them. What's so unusual?
Some first-class schools, families, and generations have never seen a holy weapon.
You saw thousands of them all at once.
This kid must be bragging, certainly not so many, but there are a few.
But this is not the time to ask these questions.
His curiosity was in the silk handkerchief.
Will things that can be wrapped by holy vessels be mortal?
In fact, Zhang Xing was not sure what would happen when she opened the gold silk handkerchief.
However, he knew that the sage's hand bones were hidden in the stone, and he must not want others to discover them.
Even if it is a residual bone, it is not that ordinary martial arts can withstand that violent atmosphere.
Of course, this is only an estimate. Perhaps the saint has died for too long, and the remaining breath is already weak.
"Little brother, there is a sacred artifact covered. Open it and look at the contents. There should be no problem."
Master Chen said.
"Yeah, what can I do if I open it?"
"Don't fret, let's see."
"..."
The crowd agitated, and there were all kinds of weird people.
Zhang Xing thought about it, and couldn't help being curious in his heart. He stretched out his left hand and lifted a corner of the silk handkerchief.
All of a sudden, the crowd calmed down and stared at Zhang Xing's hands.
More than a foot of gold silk handkerchief was gradually opened.
People's gods (qingqing) immediately became nervous.
When five crystal-like fingers appeared in everyone's eyes.
"Well? What's that?"
Everyone can't help but have this question at the same time.
"It looks like a human arm."
Someone couldn't help but say.
call!
Zhang Xing exhaled a stale air.
The tense mood also eased a little.
The accident did not happen.
Perhaps as he thought, the energy of the saint's hand bones had been exhausted.
Open the corner of the last handkerchief, the whole broken arm is reappeared in the world!
"It really is a hand bone!"
The crowd made a surprise sound.
"Master Chen, what kind of hand bone is this?"
Li Shaomu (Lu) wondered, and asked curiously.
"Please wait a moment, Mr. Rong, take a closer look."
Master Chen said wearing white hands (sets of t o), holding a few tools, and looked at Zhang Xing with a begging face (color).
Zhang Xing smiled slightly: "No need to test, this is a saint hand bone."
Bang!
As soon as the voice fell, everyone's face (color) suddenly changed.
"What? Sage hand bones? Impossible!"
Hong Shao's eyes widened and shouted in disbelief.
Not only he did not believe, but no one except Zhang Xing.
They believed in the holy sacred tools in the original stone, but the sacrifice of the saints' hands was nothing short of heavenly.