"Your life is very bad. The old man stroked his beard and looked at the wind with pity.

"I, I know. Fenglai whispered, "I've known since I was an orphan. ”

"But ......," the old man said suddenly, and his frowning brow was instantly soothed. "Here I am, and you, have met me. ”

Fenglai looked at the old man with confused eyes, not knowing the meaning of his words.

The old man stood up, dressed in white and dancing in the breeze. This wind is very different, Feng Lai has lived in Fengyin Village for more than ten years, and gets along with the wind all day long, he should be very familiar with the wind, but today's wind is different.

Wherever the breeze caressed, a warmth remained, and the wind came in the midst of several breezes, and the feeling of weakness in the body gradually subsided, and after a while, he put on his previous decadent appearance, and his original pale face slowly became bloody.

Feng Lai always thought that the wind was blowing through his body and flowing towards the old man, but in fact, the wind was blowing from the old man's body.

"It's just a momentary move, the soul is uneven, and the numerology is difficult to change. The old man slowly stood in his right hand from the white sleeve robe, which was as smooth as fat and as tender as a baby, which was extremely incongruous with the old man's old face, giving people a strange feeling.

The old man's palm flicked open, and a black dot faintly appeared in the palm of his hand, and then the wind suddenly rose, and the wind that was originally flowing freely around seemed to find an outlet for catharsis and rushed towards the old man's palm. The wind was raging, and the whirring wind became more and more sharp, as if it had cut the space to pieces, and spider cracks appeared in the originally empty place, but in the next second, it returned to its original state and disappeared. The cave was still green before, but now all the leaves have withered, and with the trajectory of the wind, it keeps flying in the air, even the uncle who hugged the two of them is the branch is broken, and a mess can be seen.

Indifferent to everything around him, the old man gently pressed his right hand upward, and the black dots in the palm of his hand were wrapped in the hurricane and slowly rose, as the temperature above decreased, the hurricane became more and more humid, and a stream of white water vapor gradually formed, hiding the black dot in the center, all of which were white and boundless, and printed a white halo under the sunlight, which pierced the human eye.

The old man let out a low shout, his left hand suddenly raised, and he pointed to the clouds, and the raging wind suddenly disappeared, the heavens and the earth were silent, and the clouds instantly cracked around, and dissipated without a trace in an instant. The sun is shining like a golden waterfall. A sword-shaped piece of ink paper floats down in all directions, densely written with handwriting, looking simple and mysterious.

When the sword-shaped ink paper floated in front of Feng Lai's eyes, the old man secretly pinched his fingers and flicked it, and disappeared into Feng Lai's body. The old man smiled slightly, and was about to beckon to the wind to summon him, but unexpectedly a sudden change occurred.

A long roar in the distance soared into the sky, like the sound of a dragon's groan. The water of the cold pool exploded, a blue dragon probed its claws out, the huge dragon's head swayed in all directions, bursts of cold air spewed out from the dragon's mouth, and the grass and trees around the cold pool were instantly frozen into ice sculptures, it was originally midsummer June, but at this time the temperature in Fengyin Village plummeted, although the sun was everywhere, there was a light rain in the air, and finally it simply became a hexagonal snowflake, which was very strange.

Villagers who didn't know why ran outside their houses to look out and marvel at the snow that had fallen in June. After that, the villagers also heard the sound of a dragon's groan, and they were afraid, and they knelt down to bow down in the direction of Hantan, shouting that the gods had come to the world. Hanjiao turned a blind eye to this, it circled over the village a few times and then shook its body, a blue scale quietly fell from the tail, and countless cold air emerged at the point of landing, and the cold air quickly spread to all sides, and everywhere it reached was frozen, and within five breaths, Fengyin Village and all the villagers' livestock were frozen in ice, and none of them were spared.

I didn't know all about it, but the old man knew it. Almost in the next second of the frozen village, Han Jiao galloped in the direction of Feng Lai, a blue light flashed in the sky, and Han Jiao's huge body appeared around Feng Lai.

Han Jiao and the old man were far away, it looked at the old man coldly, as if it was afraid of something, and from time to time it glanced with its huge eyes, and in the depths of its eyes, a touch of endless greed was burning. Han Jiao kept circling around the old man and the wind, moving and quiet, swinging the huge dragon head from time to time, the white cold air filled the surroundings, and the wind couldn't stop sneezing.

Ten breaths later, Han Jiao raised his head to the sky again and roared, a coercion suddenly appeared, pressing the space creak, the old man waved his sleeves lightly, the originally crumbling space suddenly became stable and abnormal, and the spider cracks that appeared before also slowly recovered, and finally disappeared.

Han Jiao stretched out his right paw as the old man waved his hand, trying to grasp the wind in his hand. Seeing this scene, the old man snorted angrily, gave birth to his left hand as a palm and slowly pushed forward, and Han Jiao's right paw was like hitting an invisible wall and was bounced back. Han Jiao stared at the old man angrily, and a difficult syllable sounded out of his mouth, and the whole world changed color, everything seemed to return to the ancient wilderness, exuding a fierce aura everywhere, forcing the wind to turn pale, and the body that had just recovered seemed to be unable to withstand the fierce breath that came to his face and trembled all over, without blood.

The old man was silent, only to see him take a sharp breath, his stomach swelled slightly, and he slowly spit it out in the next moment, countless wind blades followed, and there was the sound of space being torn apart everywhere, and the illusion caused by the strange sound of the word Han Jiao was instantly cut and shattered.

Han Jiao's gaze became more and more downcast, and it circled around the two of them again, its eyes flickering as if it was thinking about something. The old man didn't care about him, just stood there quietly, and a breeze slowly flowed out of the old man's body, repairing and moisturizing the sick body of the fainting wind.

After a cup of tea, the old man raised his head and looked at Han Jiao, "You, you are a dragon, but you can't win me." ”

Han Jiao swayed its huge dragon head from side to side, as if acquiescing to this fact.

"You and I both have plans, since we have the same way, why not make a plan?" Han Jiao spat out, and his words still revealed a majesty.

"We see something different...... the old man muttered as he looked up at the sky with feeling.

Han Jiao swung its tail upwards vigorously, and a thick cold air rushed straight into the sky, but there was no sound or reaction, and the sky was still white clouds fluttering, not changing its original state.

The old man saw all this, he looked at the unconscious Fenglai with a sad expression, sighed lightly, and nodded slightly towards Han Jiao. Han Jiao's eyes showed joy, he opened his mouth slightly, and a cloud of blue light gradually surfaced, and at the same time, the old man's hands were gently drawn in mid-air, and the wind moved smoothly......

"I hope you can ......," the old man and Han Jiao muttered at the same time.