The old Heavenly Master stood with his hands behind his back, his beard and hair slightly raised, and his eyes heavy.
Opposite him, a magical boy wearing a pink fluffy skirt and holding a diamond-encrusted magic wand raised his head coldly, his skirt flapping in the wind.
"Old Master, have you ever been defeated?"
The Heavenly Master doesn't know, but the Heavenly Master is very silent.
Lin Mo, you will regret it (Duanzang's face)
Rootless, I am the leader (Three Generations Face)
The Trinity disciples looked at Zuo Ruotong in horror: "Master! That omnipotent demon... He... He uses magic!"
Zuo Ruotong looked indifferent: "For those of us who are cultivating the Tao, even if Mount Tai collapses in front of us, our appearance remains unchanged. Tell me, did he summon a meteorite or tear apart the space?"
Disciple: "No... He... He turned the gate of our Trinity Gate pink, and it was covered with singing mushrooms!"
Zuo Ruotong: "... The third level of reverse birth!"
Disciple: "Master! What's wrong with you!"
"... Don't worry about me, I'm just distracted.
