Two figures in the sky appeared in a confrontational manner.

One of them was dressed in white, holding a white folding fan with the word "wind" written on it, and his face was delicate and slightly white, with the color of a yin vulture.

The other person is also dressed in white, with ink on the white clothes outlining the beauty of the landscape, holding a scroll of pictures, at this moment the picture scroll is empty, the face is thin, the folds are all over the face, and the evil spirit is extremely heavy. This person beckoned to "receive", only to see that the long river in the town turned to rise to the sky and merged into the picture scroll, and the river water rolled and surged in the picture scroll. He turned his head to look at his father below, his eyes wary.

"This fellow Daoist, in Xiahe Tu Daoist, I see that your spiritual root has been damaged, and you are afraid that your luck will not be long before you force your luck, so you should be less nosy for seconds. ”

Tianyi's father snorted coldly and ignored it. The old Taoist was not angry, but turned his head to unfold the scroll, and the river rushed out, and swept towards the young monk, only to see the young monk fold his fan, and suddenly a strong wind gushed out, and washed the river to the top of the mountain, and the mountain was suddenly mixed with rubble and rolled down.

The young monk took advantage of this opportunity to fly out of his sleeve with a small flying sword flashing cold light, and flew straight to the chest of the old Taoist, and the old Taoist did not expect that this young monk was actually a sword cultivator, and he saw that the flying sword was coming very fast, but he was not in a hurry, as soon as the river figure was raised, the flying sword flew straight into the picture, and it was cut off from the young monk in an instant. The young monk's natal magic weapon was snatched, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, weakening. The old Taoist took advantage of this opportunity, and as soon as the river map was lifted, the river wrapped the young monk in all directions, and rolled away with laughter.