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If Tang Chen didn't stare at it, then this so-called dragon would be beaten and cried by Tong Zixin in less than a minute.

If that's the case, everything will be revealed.

How could the fighting power of Shenlong be the same as that of a giant python?
Now Tang Chen has compressed his true source into a ball that is invisible to the naked eye, and it just covers Shenlong's body, carefully controlling it.

This is where Tong Zixin feels the great pressure.

"Then, let me show you how to get off the horse." Tang Chen sneered, secretly controlling, and at the same time notifying Shenlong with his mind to cooperate.

The little white dragon is really smart enough, as soon as he received his message, he showed off his acting talent.

"Oh——" Xiao Bailong let out a roar at Tong Zixin, his body raised high, looking majestic.

Of course, its acting skills are still somewhat contrived, but with Tang Chen's cooperation, everything can be covered up.

Tang Chen took advantage of the little white dragon's mouth to condense the source of truth into a hurricane, and then shot out from its mouth, straight at Tong Zixin!

This blow was fast and ruthless, not to mention Tong Zixin, a mere third-tier martial artist, even a general here would not be able to dodge at all.

"Ah!" Tong Zixin exclaimed, and was directly swept up by the strong wind, rolling back into the small hut with a grunt.

Huanqin was dumbfounded with fright, and quickly ran into the small hut.

Shenlong seemed very proud of himself, holding his head high, showing off his majesty, and wandering around the small hut with square steps.

It seems to be provocative.

Tong Zixin looked at the dragon in front of him in astonishment: "It is really powerful, and I am no match for it at all. The impact speed of the wind just now is definitely at the level of a general."

She said this in Chinese, and only Huanqin could understand it.

Huanqin was puzzled and said, "So, it's actually very easy for it to kill us, but why didn't it kill us?"

Tong Zixin shook her head: "I don't know either."

"Aww!" Shenlong looked at the people in the small hut who seemed very dissatisfied, shook his head and yelled provocatively, but no one dared to go out again.

Anna and Leonie hugged each other, Hand trembled while holding the climbing pick, and only Lawrence excitedly pointed the camera at Shenlong and kept shooting.

Time to get out.

Tang Chen took out a plain gray Taoist robe from the package and put it on his body, and put a round Taoist hat on top of his head, and immediately began to rub his cheeks.

In a short time, a Taoist in his thirties, who looked like a fairy with bones and three long beards, was freshly released.

Well, this is Tang Chen's new identity, the hermit of Sanqing Mountain, the hermit immortal of Quanzhen sect, what name should I choose?
Well, it's decided, let's call it Master Qingshan.

Practicing in the green mountains and green waters, don't enter the world, don't ask about the world.

Excuse me.

After Tang Chen cleaned up, he took the Chunyang sword in his hand again. The true source covered and condensed and deformed. After a while, the Chunyang sword was covered, forming the appearance of a whisk.

This seems to fit the image of a Taoist priest, right?

In fact, Tang Chen didn't know much about Taoist customs, and he didn't know whether it was appropriate for an old Taoist who lived in the deep mountains to mention a whisk.

But love is appropriate or not, anyway, if you are an expert in the world, even if your actions are a bit wrong, you can still use the word "expert" to explain the past, can't you?

At that moment, Tang Chen threw the whisk under his feet, flew into the distance, and slowly flew towards the small thatched hut after disengaging his invisibility.

He purposely flew very slowly, looking leisurely, and rolled under his feet with the true source, turning into a white cloud.

It looked as if he had come here on a cloud, and with that appearance, he could pretend to be X as much as he wanted.

"Look, then, what is that!?" Hand in the small hut inadvertently glanced at the distant sky, his eyes straightened, and he pointed to everyone while shouting.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, and they were all shocked immediately.

What is that?

A small black dot was slowly drifting towards them.

As the distance got closer, I could actually see something supported on a small fuzzy cloud.

That's... people! ?
As the distance got closer, Lawrence was the first to exclaim, pointing the camera at the man and snapping shots: "It's a man, it's a man! Someone is flying over! My God, he, he came here on the clouds What? This, this is too unscientific!"

science?Which thing they encountered in the past half day can be explained by the word science?

Hand and the others stared blankly at the man approaching in the sky.

Seeing that it flew over their heads, it began to slowly descend.

At this time, he could clearly see his attire, the gray Taoist robe, and his face with a fairy-like face, as if he was an old Taoist priest like a fairy.

"My God!" Huanqin stared blankly at the Taoist, trembling slightly with excitement.

Living in seclusion in Sanqing Mountain, able to fly on clouds and mists, and dressed as a Taoist priest, this must be Sanqing Mountain, the hermit senior immortal of Quanzhenmen, right?
Fly, you know, even military generals can't fly, only the martial saint level can barely fly in the sky for such a short distance, and it will be extremely difficult.

And this one came from stepping on the clouds, indescribably chic and elegant.

"You little guy, what are you making a fuss about again? Didn't you say that I'm not at home and you take care of your house and don't try to steal food in the house? I think you're itchy again."

Tang Chen landed slowly while scolding the little white dragon.

An astonishing scene happened.

After hearing his rebuke, this seemingly mighty and ferocious little white dragon actually lowered his head, whimpering like a puppy, as if he was very afraid of this Taoist who descended from the sky.

"My God, can he reprimand this dragon?" Lawrence murmured in shock.

"Aww..." Xiao Bailong seemed to be complaining, stretched out a front paw, and pointed towards the small hut.

The Taoist frowned, and landed on the ground. The clouds and mists under his feet dispersed. When he stretched out his hand, a whisk had already entered his hand, and he hugged him in his arms.

Looking at the small hut, he saw Tong Zixin and the others at a glance.

The Taoist nodded: "No wonder you are so excited, it turns out that a foreigner has come."

"Ex, senior forgive me, senior forgive me!" Huanqin, who was the most excited, was the first to jump up, no longer afraid of Bailong, and ran out directly to bow down to Tang Chen.

Tang Chen smiled faintly, and stretched out his hand to help: "You don't have to worship me, I'm not your teacher, you can't worship me."

Huan Qinlai hurriedly said: "Senior, I am a Taoist in Quanzhen sect!"

Tang Chen pretended to be surprised, then looked Huanqin carefully up and down, then nodded: "Oh, so it's a junior in the sect."