Then, he reached out and grabbed the iron bar, and after gesturing for a moment, he opened his mouth and spat out a small green jade sword.

It was a small sword with a blue and blue body, a slender body, and a smooth blade, and as soon as it was spit out, it immediately rose against the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it was as long as an arm.

Sikong Xing held the sword, aimed at the iron bar, and was about to slash it hard.

"What are you going to do......" The flight attendant cried that she had finally broken down.

This old man, the two big men who were stuck to the wall, and the little green jade sword, all gave her a feeling that the world was collapsing.

"Don't open this door," she cried, murmuring as if unconsciously, "we're all going to die." ”

"Dead?" This sentence made Sikong Xing stunned for a moment, "Why?" ”

At this time, he vaguely realized that his behavior of getting off the plane might be extremely terrible in the eyes of ordinary people.

"You open that door," the flight attendant saw him stop, as if grasping a glimmer of hope, "and there will be a rush of air coming in and sucking us all away!" ”

"Airflow?" Sikong Xing frowned, he really didn't expect that, as an old man, of course he didn't understand aerodynamics.

However, looking at the woman's panicked appearance, it didn't look like she was lying.

"It's okay," Sikong Xing said, he felt that the white dragon was really close, maybe not far from the front and below, "You'll be fine." ”

He made a pledge, on his own.

He doesn't kill people casually, and for an old monk, jumping from a plane, although shocking, will not be anything.

However, in the process, if a mortal dies, then he will be in great trouble.

Thinking of this, he swung the green jade sword and slashed at the iron bar.

"Ding!"

The green jade sword slashed on the iron bar, making a very light sound, not like a collision, but like a light tap.

Because, without any obstacles, when the green jade sword fell, the iron bar was broken in an instant.

There was a frightened cry from the plane, and the flight attendant stumbled backwards, trying to escape to the toilet.

Everyone knew that the next moment, this crazy old man was about to open the door.

The iron bar was disconnected, and a soft "click" could be heard clearly from the door.

Immediately afterwards, a gap appeared in the connection between the door and the bulkhead.

Sikong Xing nodded, and the next moment, he grabbed the broken iron bar and pulled the door open in the direction of the gap.

It was a difficult process, and he felt a tremendous pressure pushing the door, as if a pair of strong hands were holding it.

"Hoo ......"

At the same time, a gust of wind poured in through the cracks, and though there was only a trace of the gaps, the wind was strong enough to overturn an adult.

"Open it for me!"

Sikong Xing shouted, his rickety body stood up a little straighter, and in his old body, divine power erupted and gathered into his hand.

"Buzz ......"

The door slowly opened, and the wind was nearly ten times stronger, and they rushed into the cabin, forming a cyclone that sucked out bits and pieces.

An alarm came from the plane, it was about air pressure, and the radio told everyone, please put on a respirator.

"Ah......h

The stewardess was screaming loudly, and she was already feeling the huge suction as she clung to a seat.

She didn't go into the toilet because someone had gone in and locked the door.

She was screaming loudly, and the scene was terrifying.

She felt a little numb in her arm, as if she would fly out the next moment and fall to her death.

However, what made her feel incredible was that the old man stood at the door of the cabin, standing on the tuyere, stepping on his feet firmly, and his body did not shake, like a nail, not affected by the wind in the slightest.

How so? The flight attendant felt like she was going crazy, it was so bizarre.

The next moment, something even more incredible happened, the old man actually grabbed the door, and then took a step and went outside the plane.

How fast is a plane in motion? What happens if a person picks it up?

Although the flight attendant had never thought about this problem, she knew that the result must be miserable.

However, what I saw in front of me was not that at all.

When the old man got outside, he grabbed the hatch, turned around and glanced at the plane, and then smiled and waved to the flight attendant.

"I'm off the plane," he said, "bye-bye." ”

Then, his figure vanished, and the door slammed shut with a bang.

The air flow disappeared, the huge suction force was gone, and the stewardess was stunned for a few seconds, then rushed to a porthole.

She looked through the porthole and at the sea of clouds behind her.

She saw that the old man was moving in the sea of clouds, not falling at great speed, but flying like a bird.

She felt a wave of vertigo.

Immediately afterward, she saw a white dragon slowly passing through the sea of clouds and meeting the old man.

When a man and a dragon collide together, they no longer fly, and they seem to be looking at each other face to face.

When the flight attendant saw this, she felt that her eyes were dark.

The next moment, she fell straight back.

She was so frightened that she passed out.

After some tossing, Sikong Xing finally saw the white dragon.

Thankfully, he didn't miss it.

He firmly believes in a truth, if God does not take it, he will be punished by God.

In his opinion, the white dragon in front of him was given to him by God for the development of his lineage.

Now, he and the white dragon were face to face, and they both looked at each other carefully.

Sikong Xing was thinking, what should I say?

Hello?

Which dragon are you?

Have you eaten it?

He didn't know which question was more suitable, because, even for a cultivator, encountering a dragon at a height of 10,000 meters was a bit too nonsense.

"Who are you?" The little dragon girl spoke first, and the old man bumped into her eyes for no reason, which really startled her, "Why are you blocking my way?" ”

She was on her way to Dragon Tiger Mountain, and all she could think about at the moment was revenge, and anyone who stood in her way would be regarded as an enemy by her and scorched by the dragon flame.

"I didn't," Sikong Xing said, not answering the question of who he was, "I was just on a plane, and then I saw you flying, and I was curious, so I came down." ”

He recounted what had just happened, but in his mind he was thinking:

How can this dragon be subdued?

If he says, hey, lend me your horn a little bit and I'm going to grind it into powder.

He had no doubt that the dragon would fight him to the death, and that one of them would fall.

In addition to the dragon ball, the dragon horn is the most precious thing, the realm of the little dragon in front of her is not high, and it is estimated that the dragon ball has not yet been condensed, so the dragon horn is her most precious thing.

So, can you just take it down and grab it? He really wanted to, but it was too unsafe.

This is not on the ground, this is in the sky at a height of thousands of miles, he is barely flying, but the dragon is a spirit in the clouds, the sea of clouds, like the sea, is the home of the dragon.

Fighting here, even if his realm surpasses this little dragon, there is a high probability of defeat.

He couldn't help but think that if I broke through the Moving Mountain Realm, I would not be able to catch this little dragon.

However, if he didn't break through the Moving Mountain Realm, he could only outwit him.

Deceive, Sikong Xing secretly thought, first trick this little dragon to the ground, it is best to trick it into a pre-set trap, and then do it, the grasp is much bigger.

How did you deceive? Before he could make up his mind, he heard the little dragon say, "Okay, I still have something to do, so I have to go first." ”

The little dragon girl was not interested in the old man in front of her at all, even if he was a cultivator, even if he met her from a thousand feet in the sky.

She was more interested in the big white bird that flew past than the old man, was it called a "flying chicken"? How can there be such a big chicken?

Anyway, she is leaving, she has to rush to Longhu Mountain as soon as possible to kill Bai Yuntian to avenge her father.

When Sikong Xing heard her words, he immediately felt anxious.

She's going to leave now, so what's the matter, she's gone, where can I go to find the dragon horns?

So he said, "Eh, White Dragon, where are you in such a hurry?" ”

"It's none of your business."

The little dragon girl said coldly, the clouds under her were surging, ready to support her to fly forward.

How can you casually tell others about avenging your father?

"Why doesn't it have anything to do with me?" Sikong Xing said, "Where are you the dragon?" The old man has also befriended a dragon in the past, maybe you are his junior. ”

He's lying, in fact, he's lived for more than two hundred years, and he's only occasionally heard the names of a few dragons, but he's never met them.

The most important thing at this point is to get the dragon to stop, and then find a way to trick her into going to the ground.

When the little dragon girl heard his words, she was a little moved.

This old man knew my kindred, and she thought, "Who's that?" Could it be my father, or my liar brother?

If that were the case, she would no longer be indifferent, because out of politeness, she would be said to have no tutor.

"Which dragon do you know?" The little dragon girl asked, "What's his name, tell me about it." ”

She wanted to ask for clarification and prevent the old man in front of her from lying to her. After all, the Terrans deceive people.

This question stumped Sikong Xing, because the friendship with the dragon was made up by him.

Although he knew the names of several dragons, he was not sure whether the little dragon in front of him had anything to do with them.

If it doesn't matter, then this little dragon must be gone again.

"Why don't you speak?" The little dragon girl asked, her tone a little suspicious, "Do you really know the dragon?" ”

"I know," Sikong Xing had to speak, "his name is Ao Xing, and he is the water god of the Yangtze River. ”

He decided to say that one of the most famous dragons, no matter what, might scare the little dragon.

What he didn't expect was that as soon as this name was spoken, the mood of the little dragon in front of him immediately fluctuated violently.

"Do you know my father?" The little dragon girl said in a trembling voice.

The clouds under her dissipated, and when she met her father's old friend, she had to behave better, which could be regarded as comforting her father's spirit in the sky.

Is she Ao Xing's daughter? Sikong Xing shouted in his heart, and Xiaolong's identity shocked him.

Ao Xing's daughter, he thought, Ao Xing is the god of water on the Yangtze River, his daughter, isn't that the princess of the Crystal Palace? That is the sister or sister of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?