Jiaolong's upright body was suppressed by Fang Weiran's invisible momentum, and he couldn't help but bend his back, and the dragon head that was originally raised high was now almost flat to the surface of the Jinjiang River.

Jiaolong glared at his two lantern-like eyes, eager to swallow the mortal in front of him in a flat boat.

Under the weight of the general trend, Jiaolong opened his big mouth to assist breathing, and when he exhaled and inhaled, white steam gushed out of its big mouth, blowing the surging Jinjiang water into ice edges and falling into the water.

Li San was on the dragon's head, as if he didn't feel anything. He twisted his neck and said, "Is this your Confucian monk's supernatural power?"

Not an inquiry, but a ......

"Journey to the World" Volume 1: Reading is not Confucian Sour Chapter 160 Jiaolong is beating in the hand, please wait a while,

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