Dong Huangtai looked at the young man blocking his way as if there was no one around. There was a little more admiration in his eyes, and he said: The body is like a gathering of precious dragons, the shape is like a tree connecting the sky, the eyes are like the sinking sun and moon, and the god is gathering evil wind wheels. , The flesh can be so tyrannical as rumored, and you are not yet a saint. Who are you?...