Hearing this sound, the gray dragon was extremely angry. At this time, its huge body rolled, and a fierce wind blew up in the void.
On the surface of the river, water splashed, and suddenly it condensed into an ice sword, exuding a sharp aura and making the sound of hunting in the void.
However, such a powerful force had already dispersed invisibly before it even touched the ship.
Obviously, this is again the work of the poor old man.
Yang Feng was able to take charge of this big ship and become the owner of the ship. He naturally thought very quickly. He quickly reversed his thoughts and asked others to stabilize the ship. He stepped forward, clasped his fists and said, "Senior, please take action to protect the innocent people on this ship."
safety!"
This is really said at a very high level.
The old poor man manifested the mighty power of Confucianism, and he was obviously a Confucian. Confucianism emphasizes joining the world and benefiting the world, helping the common people, and talking about innocent people. This is simply the heart of those who practice Confucianism.
But at this time, the old poor man smiled. Such an expression made Yang Feng stunned. He didn't know what this old man was thinking.
However, as long as the old poor man takes action, everything will be fine.
Hang Tianyi could see that this old man was not disturbed by any force and would not be distracted by anything. He was an unpredictable old man.
"Old guy, come out and fight, see if I don't tear you to pieces!" Hui Jiao believes that although Lao Qiong Suan is powerful, it is not a good thing for him to hide on the boat and be protected by the formation on the boat.
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The gray dragon obviously wanted to provoke the general to make him angry, and then led the group of dragons to kill him with one blow.
"You bug, you are really impatient to live, that's all, let me help you!" the old poor voice came out, and the person was already outside the formation.
He stood in the void, the breeze blowing his messed up hair, and his coarse cloth clothes rolled around, making a hunting sound.
The most important thing was that there was a strange smell wafting from his body at this time, as if he hadn't taken a shower for a long time.
This time, it actually made the gray dragon sneeze directly.
Hang Tianyi's mouth twitched slightly. What the hell is this sour smell? I haven't smelled it much before when I was with Lao Qiong Sour. Is it because there is no hair dryer?
I am not embarrassed even though I am old and poor. I am smiling and looking at it.
He was a kind old man. I just heard him say: "I'm sorry, I haven't taken a shower in two or three years. I really have a strange smell on my body!"
"I really want to... hit the wall!" Hang Tianyi wanted to stretch out his hands and cover his face. This old man is really... a talent.
When Hongdie heard this, she felt nauseous, but for some reason, this slightly aged figure turned out to be so extraordinary. This was simply strange.
As for Yang Feng, he didn't think too much about it. He just hoped that he could get on the big ship and pass through the Qingwu Gorge tonight, so that he could reach Shuzhou safely and complete the water journey.
"Kill!" Hui Jiao was so angry that he shouted. Under his command, all the dragons, like migratory locusts, came towards Lao Qiongsu in a dense mass.
At this time, although Hang Tianyi was on the boat, he seemed to have seen the pride and madness in the gray dragon's eyes when it succeeded.
But if you look at the old poor man, he is really calm...
He was still standing in the void, without any movement, not even the fluctuation of his true energy.
Hang Tianyi shouted in his heart: "This pretense is a bit too much!"
With such thoughts, it is obvious that Hang Tianyi is really worried about the elderly.
The dragon moved at a very fast speed. In the blink of an eye, it was half a foot in front of Lao Qiongsu.
But even this half-foot distance seems to be a world away.
Within half a foot, there is a world of old and poor people. This description is not an exaggeration at all.
At this moment, all the dragons seemed to have slowed down, which was a bit slower than a snail.
Hang Tianyi looked at it, as if he had gone back in time, which made him feel confused and extremely depressed.
I feel dizzy and want to take a nap.
When he had this idea, Hang Tianyi looked back and saw that except for Yang Feng, Hongdie, and the old man in Yuantai realm, everyone else fell on the boat at this time.
Fortunately, Yang Feng and the old man were there to hold on, otherwise how could the ship's protective formation be able to support it?
Hang Tianyi shook his head vigorously, and the power of his soul was released. The mark left by Monk Fahai shone brightly, blocking that weird power.
At this time, the old poor man in the sky spoke
: "You dragons, becoming pawns in the hands of others is really an insult to the dragon bloodline. In this case, you have become a worm!"
The moment the sound came out, all the dragons that came up suddenly became smaller and turned into insects.
What kind of power is this? It is not an exaggeration to describe it as the words and deeds of the law. This is a truly magical method.
"The Ronin Begins with Douluo"
Over the years, there have been no immortals in the world. Could it be that the old and poor man in front of me is one of them?
Thinking about it, this is a bit crazy. For a moment, Hang Tianyi's mouth was dry and he was completely stunned.
The gray dragon and the gray dragon are far from comparable to other dragons. At this time, they both let out a strange cry of fear and retreated quickly backwards.
Those dragons that turned into insects fell on the river and barely caused much splash. Compared with the scene just now, there is really no comparison.
"You are a Confucian saint, who exactly are you!" The gray dragon's voice spread, and its huge body was constantly rolling.
Invisibly, there is the impact of Tao Yun rules, making its huge body continue to become smaller.
But at this time, there was suddenly more golden blood flowing in its body, resisting the erosion of the rules.
The old poor man showed surprise at this time: "I have awakened some true dragon bloodline, what a pity!"
At this time, the dragons who were less than thirty feet away from Lao Qiongsu were turning into insects. As a result, the dragons behind them naturally did not dare to act rashly.
"In this case, I will spare your life, but there will still be punishment. Thunder will fall from the sky, and you will be punished!"
Kao Qiongyuan's voice came out, and the night sky that was originally dark clouds suddenly became dense with dark clouds, covering the moon that had already set in the west.
Then, a bolt of lightning shot across the sky, pure white, like a long silver dragon circling down, and then turned into a sea of thunder, drowning the gray dragon in it.
Then, a shrill scream could be heard. The once arrogant dragon was now covered in blood and had turned into a blood dragon.
Hang Tianyi swallowed his saliva again. What kind of Confucian saint is so powerful? He just says whatever he says.
If you had such a level of cultivation, wouldn't it be awesome?
It’s just that Saint Meng doesn’t seem to have this ability?