Chapter 943

As he spoke, Cheng Ge turned his head to look at Feng Xue and the others next to him, and said, "Miss Feng Xue, do you have any ideas, let that person calculate a hexagram for you." ”

"If, when will you be popular all over the world."

Feng Xue snorted and laughed, and said, "Director Cheng, I think it's better to let this kind of thing go with the flow, and that person is so far away from us now, if we rush over, they will have already left." ”

"That's right."

This is the case at the top of this Fairy Mountain, obviously the distance in a straight line is only a few tens of meters, but if you want to walk over, I'm afraid it will take a while.

At this time, Summer was staring intently at the Taoist over there, thoughtful.

At this time, the old man over there suddenly pulled out the gourd on his waist, the gourd contained fine wine, he opened the gourd, looked up to the sky and poured the wine into his mouth.

This scene is extremely free and easy, and even the posing in those film and television works is completely unable to be as detached from nature as Lao Dao.

And Cheng Ge and their professional habits couldn't help but take out the shooting equipment a long time ago, aiming at the old way over there.

A cheerful exhalation, even if it is a distance of dozens of meters, it is also clear to people.

I saw Lao Dao suddenly throw the gourd in his hand into the air.

The gourd was in the air, and the sword at his waist came out of the sheath with a bang, and in an instant, Lao Dao danced his sword on the mountain peak with only a few square meters of open space at his feet.

The swordsmanship is sometimes slow and urgent, sometimes like a rushing sea, sometimes like a calm wave, and the moves are not fancy, but every time the gourd falls from the sky, it will be bounced back into the air by the old sword.

Such a narrow place, such an elegant swordsmanship, and such a magical means, it is as if the gourd has become a spirit and is constantly flying around this old sword dance.

Here, Cheng Ge, Feng Xue and the others were directly stunned.

This kind of scene, even if they use computer special effects, will not achieve such an effect at all.

This is really too elegant and immortal, as if the old gods in the sky have descended to the earth.

Everyone was amazed by the old man's stunts, and at this time, Summer had already stood up.

"Wanqiu, you don't have to wait for me to eat for a while, I'm going to go to that person and ask about something."

After speaking, Xia didn't wait for Zhou Wanqiu to answer, and had already turned around and left.

When passing by Crazy Eight Fingers, the two looked at each other for a moment and didn't say anything, but this was already the best communication.

Summer wants to say to Crazy Eight Fingers to protect his loved ones.

And the crazy eight fingers are to say, no problem!

Then, in the blink of an eye, Summer's figure was already more than ten meters away, and in an instant, he had disappeared from everyone's sight.

This mountain is separated by dozens of meters, and ordinary people are afraid that they will not be able to reach the Taoist of the opposite mountain from the hotel here in an hour or two.

But summer is different, his speed is much faster than ordinary people, I don't know how much.

Along the way, Summer's mind was full of images of the old Taoist dancing his sword on the top of the mountain.

For the sword in the old man's hand, others may only be able to see it as an acrobatic, but summer is different, even if it is a few tens of meters away, he can feel the extraordinary swordsmanship.