Many male and female disciples in white dragon robes suppressed the amazement in their hearts, and they were also a little jealous of this graceful young man. The childish child's face was calm, and he raised his hand to press the snow dragon flying up from the mountain stream, making it roar low and return to the mountain stream, so as to crack the sword light pulled by the old madman.

As if such a method didn't work, the snow dragon was extremely fierce to the sword light stimulation, but he couldn't bite it.

The childish child gritted his teeth and said.

"The mountain stream and the abyss ahead are the places where I hide the wind and snow, if there is any curiosity, it should also be performed by me, don't declare the army to seize the master, let alone borrow the power of Dongfeng to cause changes in heaven and earth. ”

The old madman's eyebrows teased, and the rusty iron sword flew, conjuring up the same dragon mark, but this snow dragon hidden at the bottom of the peak, belonging to a naïve child, closed its eyes tightly, revealing a roar of pain, bound to listen to the orders of the sitting child.

"Old madman, enough is enough. ”

The rusty iron sword was mixed with the wind and snow to melt and absorb, and another dragon roared. This dragon has a blood-colored single horn, the dragon body is covered with a thin strip of rugged dragon texture, the dragon's mouth is salivating, and the wind and snow of the mountain stream immediately merge, covering it and condensing into ice and snow, from the illusory and invisible gradually hardened to reveal the power of ice and ice, raised the dragon's tail and flicked it, fiercely and brutally took away the sky wind and snow falling, leading to many white dragon robes on the mountain peak of the Dongfeng disciples sighed.

The child's eyes lit up, and the leather drum in his hand rattled, rolling up the flying snow in the sky, turning into a natural barrier to prevent the wind and snow from continuing to spread and leave, which also blocked the dragon's control.

"Old madman, what do you have to sit down and say, you can't do this. ”

The old madman didn't laugh or say anything, summoned back the iron sword, watched the dragon control the wind and snow, and gradually pulled up a trace of wind and snow as high as dozens of zhang, completely suppressed the snow dragon in the mountain stream, opened his mouth, and swallowed it with a snort, leaving a naïve child with a demented face.

The dragon turned into a snow dragon comparable to the half-peak, roaring against the invisible barrier.

"Winter Peak starts in the east, thinking of this place, I borrow your Flying Snow Realm to send my disciple a big gift, this is what you owe me, I won't thank you. ”

As soon as he finished saying this, an extremely strong wind appeared between heaven and earth, rolling the dragon scar snow wind, blowing to many distant peaks, sandwiching the spring and summer peaks that had just passed by. The wind carries a strong impact and causes a vision of heaven and earth.

A thunderstorm dragon was entrenched, looking in horror at the unique atmosphere from heaven and earth, including bloody and gloomy, and with a unique natural atmosphere, he showed a pair of small eyes, not knowing what to do, but the next moment he roared and landed on the spring peak, waiting for the opportunity.

"Don't..."

Before the childish child could finish speaking, he watched as the dragon shadow broke through the barrier and left.

The old madman pulled Li Shuishan into the air to chase after him.

The disciple sitting on the mountain peak had envious eyes, touching his own slightly shiny white dragon pattern robe, and hissed slightly, as if there was a breath beckoning. The snow dragon didn't know where to fly, but it fully carried the aura of the winter peak, gradually weakening, until it contained all the heaven and earth spiritual energy.

The childish child muttered.

"No, if this dragon has been sucking the aura of heaven and earth, this backlash must be Dongfeng Fengxue and his disciples, this madman is really hateful. ”

The old madman took out a small token from his sleeve, and there was a snow notch in it, and the dragon's claws coiled and pressed against the rock at the top of the peak, and then he saw a great roll sucking the wind and snow of the winter peak, and what the disciples saw and heard tightly turned into filaments and condensed into it, and the robes on their bodies degenerated, or made a faint one

Traces of the White Dragon.

"It seems that I want to recondense a snow dragon for Dong Feng to improve the fortune of my disciples, otherwise this old madman will come back to persecute my disciples, whether it is ridicule and ridicule, or torture on **, it is indispensable. ”

The snow on the winter peak gradually melted, revealing the dry branches inside, the animal body, and the craggy valley stone ditch, all of which were separated from the white mangtian, and there was no wind and snow on this peak.

The token was held in the hand of the childish child, tucked into his sleeve, and after a few words of instruction to the disciple sitting cross-legged, he rushed away to find the traces of the snow dragon.

The old madman took Li Shuishan to pursue the snow dragon at a fast pace, and at this time Li Shuishan remembered that the nameless city snow dragon that he didn't know where to go, and it was also the thing he saw with his own eyes to break the seal, 'carp jumped over the dragon gate', but he didn't find the gap to get out.

The snow dragon rushed all the way, rolling past the low peaks, and there were many monks that Li Shuishan had never seen, all of whom looked at the old madman with frightened eyes.

The wind and snow froze three feet over, and the cold wind raged.

On the peak of Spring Peak, the shadow of the thunder dragon transformed, dark clouds appeared, and a heavy rain suddenly fell. When it poured down, there were bursts of thunder and roars, causing the old yellow clothes sitting in the hall to lift Chunxiu's face, the yellow rope hanging on his chest, and the still white and tender middle finger picked up a pale white jade pendant, which slightly fluctuated with the left and right shaking of the fingers.

Her bitter eyebrows were lowered, and her eyes looked at people like a spring breeze, a wisp of gospel sweeping over the dry earth. At this time, as if he had seen the wonderful changes on the peak of Chunfeng, the thunder dragon was unaware of the heavy rain and rumbled.

A strong wind blew, causing many yellow-robed female disciples who were visiting outside the door to snort, and they were blown to the other side, the most important thing was the man who swept the floor, his eyes were hateful, and he raised his broom to instigate Lei Long to come down and scold him, and even raise his sword to compete.

But the thunder dragon is just a shadow, it doesn't listen to people's ridicule and sarcasm, it doesn't know whether people are warm or cold, it just obeys the flow of water vapor in the air, and when it reaches a point, it will rain.

This time, it seemed to be wrong, so it was raining while scratching its big faucet, until the man who was standing in the distance with his waist crossed like a street lady was drenched in soup, and he trembled and picked up a broom to find a place to hide from the rain.

Thunderstorm boom ~ boom boom ~

The snow dragon reached Xia Feng in a blink of an eye, and the rocks that blew the mountain peaks were bubbling with fire, and the arm of the tiger-skinned man holding a spear trembled, raising his eyes and glaring at it.

The ** disciples who were bubbling in Xia Feng flew out of the cave with their irritable tempers, broke through the fire and left, biting small droplets of water in their mouths, as if they felt a different heat, and screamed in pain, which caused the temperature around the peak to increase slightly.

But after the snow dragon arrived, a tail flicked over, and all the naked disciples were not surprised at the moment, they became crystal bright ice sculptures, and the feeling of heat expansion and cold contraction made them feel as if they were trapped in a wonderful cycle, and this ice sculpture also caused a spectacle.

The tiger-skinned man exhaled and blew out a few fires, burning the frozen disciple, looking up at the sky, it was the old madman who was still laughing, and his precious disciple, and there was a small figure in the distance behind him, flying in the distance.

"What's this old madman doing?

The thunder dragon in the sky of Chunfeng was still entrenched, causing the dissatisfaction of the yellow-robed old yellow-robed Huangluan in the hall, and the jade pendant on the middle finger floated up, turning into a pair of big hands emerging from the palace, fiercely grabbing the floating thunder dragon shadow.

In the narrow palm of the hand,

The brontosaurus wailed in pain, not knowing what mistake he had made.

The snow dragon in the sky in the distance appeared, he rolled his body and shook the dragon's tail to condense the water vapor in the sky, falling snow, falling into the mountain stream, freezing the frogs below trembling slightly, as if he felt the shocking feeling, he had never tasted such cold weather, the red-tailed bird pulled up his feathers and rushed to the sky, ready to hide the snow dragon, but his wings were frozen by the nearby cold.

"Yaya~"

The red-tailed bird turned into an ice sculpture and fell down the mountain stream, with a thud, the sound of an ice pick shattering.

At this time, the wind and snow in the sky blew and reached the perimeter of Spring Peak.

The originally warm and comfortable weather, the flowers and trees are luxuriant, the birds scratch their brains, catch the insects, and the beasts fly in grinning, looking for the playthings on the ground, and enjoy the face.

In the blink of an eye, the dark clouds were thick, and there were more thorns on the body of the thunder dragon, and there were sparks bubbling with the slightest spark, as if it was not something it could control, as this air flow came, he then burst out of the palm of his hallucinated hand, and shot out a thousand zhang of thunder light that rushed to the bottom of the mountain stream, and appeared in the eyes of dozens of mountain peak monks.

Especially the white-haired old man of Sword Peak asked.

"Dao knock, you see that this old madman is crazy again, this time with his newly accepted disciples, do you say I want to stop it. ”

There was no one around him who answered, but he nodded, meaning change.

"Forget it, as long as it doesn't affect Sword Peak, everything will just take its course!"

The snow dragon opened its mouth and swallowed the shadow of the thunder dragon that was still transforming into thunder and lightning, and then turned into a two-eyed thunderbolt, a one-horned fierce raptor, its four feet stepped into the air, and the dragon's tail thorns were pulled out, and it continued to gallop.

The jade of the old yellow man's clothes fell on her middle finger, she glanced up slightly, then looked in the direction of Sword Peak, and sighed.

The man who swept the floor was frozen into an ice sculpture before he even walked in the door, the emerald green branches and leaves froze, and the green bamboo froze in place, and was blown by the wind and broke and fell to the ground, snapping, and became broken ice.

The beasts and birds all fell to the ground, and there was no sound.

Many female disciples dragged him into the hall one after another, looking at the man who was still frightened and helpless, his hair was in the shape of a figure-eight, his ears were tightly closed, his eyes were hideous, and his consciousness was still there.

The old madman watched the snow dragon devouring extremely fiercely, and gradually pulled out a thunder shadow, all the snow with thunder, a slight trembling touch.

"Haha, it seems that I have secretly realized that the snow dragon for so long can devour the thunder dragon, and there is a little mystery, this good thing is a little bit unwilling to give to Zangsheng!"

"However, if I watch it carefully, it can stimulate its wisdom, then even if I don't polish it with my heart, I can become a spiritual creature myself. ”

"This matter, since it was said that it was given to Tibetan students, let him understand it for himself!"

The childish children in the rear came after them, shouting.

"Old madman, no, you will disturb the order of the peaks, and if you swallow too much spiritual energy, it will cause your own backlash. ”

But no one heard of it.

.....

Two good books recommended:

1. Hongchen Xiaosi's "Atrium Chronicle", a mixed-race elf's growth story, may not be enthusiastic but very sincere, and it is worth tasting by guest officials!

2. The author Xiaotian's "Fantasy Reality System" is very energetic and interesting, and it is as deep as the sea when you enter it.