At this time, the dancing tree suddenly got into Yang Ling's palm and turned into a pure air flow, and walked comfortably in Yang Ling's real air.

Yang Ling was not nervous either. He knew and felt the same thing with the little tree. So when he thought about it, the little tree came out of his arm, turned into a jade smoke, and condensed into a little tree again.

"it seems that this tree has been divided by me. It's really strange!" After playing for a while, Yang Ling found that the small tree would not hurt himself, so he simply put it in his body and let it...