The old woman was holding a white paper fan, which was so white and transparent, and the bones of the fan were milky white, and I didn't know what material it was made of.

With a sonorous sound, the paper fan and the black sword clashed, and the black sword was shocked away. Wu Qiutian was horrified, but he didn't expect this paper fan to be a magic weapon.

"Your uncle, old woman, Lao Tzu killed you. Wu Qiutian suddenly made a voice on his body, the voice was a little immature, but it was mixed with a powerful momentum.

The old woman raised her head slightly, but saw the three-legged bird that had been covered in fiery red standing on Wu Qiutian's shoulder, and the corners of her mouth under the Fengshuangshuang veil behind her were slightly hooked, revealing a smile.

Xiao San raised his head disdainfully at the old woman: "Old woman, my boss has a good temper and doesn't care about you, what's the point of you stalking and fighting, get out of here quickly, don't make my boss angry." ”

Wu Shi was stunned when he heard this, it turned out that Wu Qiutian asked them to call the boss all because of these three-legged birds.

The old woman was furious, and the paper fan in her hand opened and closed, and the smell of wind pierced Wu Qiutian's throat.

Wu Qiutian glanced at Xiao San angrily: "You talk a lot." As he spoke, he clenched his small black sword tightly and met it.

The wind brought by the paper fan always carries a disgusting smell, and the black sword seems to hate that smell, every time Wu Qiutian resists the black sword, the black sword will have a force of resistance, as if he wants to break free from his hands.