On the bow of the small boat, a tall and handsome boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, was seen grabbing the oar and rowing quickly.
The strong wind puffed up his sleeves, and every time he rowed the boat, he moved forward many feet, obviously he had martial arts skills.
However, this level of martial arts has not yet been placed in Xuanyuan Che's eyes.
Looking behind Nanhai, an old man was sitting in the cabin holding a basket of medicine. His white beard was flying in the wind, and he looked a bit immortal.
The boat sailed upstream like flying.
The broken boat was swaying and falling upside down in the river.
The rain was like a curtain, a little heavy.
"Get out of the way." There was a roar. On the boat going upstream, the young boy stared at the broken boat and roared.
He had already rowed the boat to avoid it two or three times. The broken boat seemed to be specifically against him. It rushed sideways and blocked his way. The boy suddenly became angry.
This loud roar immediately woke up the two people on the broken boat.
Seeing this, the honest man quickly picked up the oar on the boat and stretched it into the river in a panic.
But it was better that he didn't row the boat. With this row, the broken boat made several turns in the river, and the very fast end of the boat hit the small boat that was rushing upstream.
"Bang." A dull collision sound was heard.
Although the broken ship was broken, it was actually still strong. However, the small boat that was hit by the broken ship made a roar and broke in the middle.
The old man sitting in the cabin was knocked out of the cabin and fell into the river.
"Master." The boy was shocked. He quickly threw the oar in his hand, jumped up and grabbed the old man who was thrown out.
The honest man on the opposite side was stunned when he saw someone hit him. He just stood dumbly on the bow of the boat, subconsciously hugging Yao Lou who was smashing towards him, unable to speak.