"Yin Shen, come out!"

Chen Yang sat cross-legged under the lotus mist tree, using the thick crown of the tree to block the sunlight, and boldly let the Yin God leave his body and release the Yin God's magic power.

"Quick~"

A crow sounded without warning, and at the same time a billowing heat wave suddenly appeared.

It was as if a furnace was suddenly forging iron in the originally shady little yard, and a rolling heat wave urged people to take off their clothes and go bare-chested, which was a pleasure.

At least Lao Chentou had this idea.

Thoughts were just thoughts. He silently put his chin on his hand, closed his mouth that had been open for a long time, and wiped the sweat with his sleeve.

After wiping several times, my sleeves were all wet, but the sweat on my forehead still couldn't be wiped dry.

The old is wiped out and the new comes out.

Old Chentou dared to swear to Mr. Long that even if he stayed at his small stall with the fire going all day, he would not be able to sweat so much.

He just didn't want to leave.

When the first drop of sweat broke out from Old Chen's head, he could clearly see before his eyes that branches and leaves were separated in Chen Yang's palm. The bare branches suddenly turned red, like iron bars in a furnace, twisting and deforming, and finally formed

The skeleton of something small.

For example, it is roughly like the keel that Old Chen Tou once saw exposed on the edge of the pier of a large ship that had been stranded and dismantled.

The leaves shattered one by one, and then fell on the "keel", twisting and twisting, and gradually formed shapes.

"crane?!"

Lao Chentou blurted out, but he was still thinking in his heart, this is an eye-opener, who has seen an emerald green crane?

After he reacted, he quickly covered his mouth with his hands and looked at Chen Yang worriedly.

Half because he was afraid that Chen Yang would blame him for his blathering, and half because he was worried about missing Chen Yang's business.

In any case, Chen Yang found his granddaughter, and she is the benefactor of the old Chen family.

Old Chen was worried, but Chen Yang didn't take it to heart at all, and nodded with satisfaction to the emerald-green jade-like spirit crane suspended in his palm.

As for the color…

"Ahem~"

Chen Yang coughed twice and decided to let this section go.

He is not cultivated enough to be able to make a spiritual paper crane with just a piece of paper. He has to rely on the essence of the spiritual material, so there is no way to study the color and the like.

The point is the function.

Chen Yang imitated Ao Yu's approach to the little incense dragon, stretched out a finger, first touched the center of his eyebrows, and then touched Cui He's little head.

A little bit of synergy!

Suddenly, in the shock of Old Chen's head falling down and unable to close his jaw again, the green crane seemed to come to life in an instant, spreading its wings and lowering its head to peck its feathers, vividly appearing.

Chen Yang casually picked up some incense ash and threw it on Cui He, and then sent a little spiritual thought:

"Find her and pass the message on."

Chen Yang pondered for a moment, Yin Shen's magic power surged, he sat upright, imitating the posture of the old Taoist priest in Wudang's Golden Palace, and said lightly: "I know."

The old monk Chen Touzhang and the second monk next to him were confused, and it took him a long time to realize that Chen Yang was imitating the dragon girl and passed on the scene just now.

......only......

Old Chentou looked a little strange. He felt that Chen Yang looked very different from usual, and he looked a bit pretentious.

Chen Yang felt good about himself, and held his hand in anticipation.

The next second, the emerald crane spread its wings and flew high, turning into a ray of emerald green light and flying towards the east.

That direction is exactly the East China Sea, where Long Jun and his son are located.
Chapter completed!