Chapter 553 Nine Bends and Eighteen Bends

The river begins to twist and turn nine times and eighteen times. The ancient practitioner was turning a little dizzy and cursed, "Which bastard wrote the first eighteen bends?" Has this bastard ever been here? But I'm dizzy about your grandfather and me!"

The younger Taoist scolded him: "A herd of cattle is dead, and we don't know the symptoms yet! You are so confused! That's a Tu folk song!"

The ancient practitioner is the winner who eats nothing and loses nothing: "You don't need his mother to give Grandpa a rest! The old way of bullnose!"

Ye Feng was upset and reminded...