Little Blue, who was resting on the thick sycamore tree, was so shocked that it flew down from the tree immediately.
"Chirp! Chirp!"
At that moment, the millions of birds and beasts that inhabited the mountain, whether it was the innate demonic beasts or the ordinary animals, all of them directed their eyes toward the huge tornado besides the deep lake. Many rocks, water, and plants were all circling. In the center of the tornado, a human figure who was practicing martial arts could be seen.
He was the source of the tornado.
Teng Qingshan smiled as he immersed himself in the cultivation of the fist arts.
Swoosh!
Boom!
