"Who are you, the groom-to-be Our Xiaochun wouldn't marry someone like you." Wang Lao Han said: "Our Xiaochun is going to marry a man from the big city in the future.",Wang Lao Han brandished his pole and charged at Chen Er Bao, but Chen Er Bao didn't even dodge. Wang Lao Han swung once, then didn't dare to strike again.,"This is fairy air, a treasure of the immortals. This mouthful of fairy air can protect you, and it can also give you the abilities of an immortal."。