Winter goes and spring comes, and autumn passes in a flash.
The leaves of the sycamore trees fell and grew again, and a thick layer of dead branches and leaves accumulated on the ground. From deep in the woods, a clear whistle came, like a dragon emerging from the water, long and distant. The dead leaves on the ground were swept up by the strong wind, circling up like a swimming dragon, and rushed forward with an irresistible force.
The man in scarlet tights rose into the air in the strong wind, and with one hand he slapped out, breaking the dead leaf dragon from top to bottom. The clear sound of a phoenix's cry resounded through the sky, and a red light appeared around his body, like a phoenix spreading its wings, spreading along the direction of the energy.
The dragon-shaped dead leaves were chopped by the bright red energy, and at the end of the dragon's tail was a fair and handsome young man with fully grown peach blossom eyes and a sly smile. The young man quickly pushed away the phoenix palm that was coming straight at him, kicked the sycamore tree next to him, and retreated quickly like a boat breaking through the waves, fighting back as he retreated, and in an instant, he had exchanged more than a hundred moves.
"How long will it take them?" Outside the Wutong forest, Yuhu, who had grown into a big girl, whispered to Ling and Lingguan who were making tea.
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