"Fellow Taoists from Nanxuan, Danyang is here to meet!"

On the upper reaches of the Tongtian River, a small boat floated down the river.

On the boat stood a man in a white robe, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a tall and straight figure. Although his hair was slightly white on his temples, he could not hide his heroic spirit.

I saw him swaying his feather fan slightly, tiptoeing, and floating into the field, as if he was an immortal descending to earth. He was not touched by any secular fireworks, and was incompatible with the **** fighting on the battlefield.

Everyone in Nanxuan feels like they are facing a formidable enemy!

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