"His grandmother, see where you run." Yang Tian volleys in the air and kicks on the stomach of Feng can. With a piercing pain call, the body of the wind is like a broken kite in the air. Then, from the southeast and northwest two directions at the same time, two Taoists dressed in Taoist robes, holding the whisk dust in their hands, came with serious faces.

they looked at the track of the apoplectic debris. They called out a look quickly. Then the Taoist in the southeast shot like a shell, put his foot on the wind debris, and kicked him to the foot of the Taoist in the...