Chapter 922: Old Ancestor, It's the Juniors Who Are Wrong!

Huh?

Who made whom kneel?

Yang Wei felt that his brain was running out of steam, and since he entered this live broadcast room inexplicably, his brain was no longer good.

Snowball ate her fries leisurely, slowly fixing the loopholes caused by her invasion of the background, so that ordinary people would not accidentally click in and see things that should not be seen.

'Good times, good times. 'Snowball eats a mouthful full of ketchup.

The task assigned by the ancestor was completed perfectly!

is so good, presumably the ancestor came back and knew that it tricked He Nana into preparing fried food, and the ancestor would not care too much.

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In the hinterland of the mountains of Zhongzhou, Bai Chuwei stood coldly beside Duan Feihan, her eyes were cold, and she was heartbroken.

These brutes!

She could understand that the monks were seeking spiritual mines in order to pursue their spiritual pursuits, but it was absolutely impossible to bring in foreign monks!

Even ordinary people know that the cultural relics left by their ancestors must be preserved and cannot be left abroad.

"Bai Chuwei, we have 'introduced ourselves' according to your instructions, don't deceive others too much...... Ahh

An old man walked out and roared at Bai Chuwei with full of anger, his voice was like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, deafening.

The surrounding monks were so shocked that they quickly covered their ears.

Who knew that the next moment, the old man didn't even finish speaking, Bai Chuweiyu's hand was lightly raised in the air, and two slaps fell in the air, and the old man flew out like a parabola.

From the dead tree a hundred meters away, there was a violent crashing sound......

Everyone was shocked, their eyes were round, and they didn't dare to come out, for fear that they would become next.

Bai Chuwei, I can't afford to mess with it.

Hands-on.

Bai Chuwei really did it.

Bai Chuwei smiled and asked, "If I want to deceive people too much today, what can you do?" ”

What can you do?!

Once the ancestor made a move, no one on the scene dared to do anything!

Defy?

Hold on!

In front of the live broadcast camera, Yang Wei was dumbfounded.

Bai Chuwei...... A slap in the air flew the fan to the ...... A hundred meters away, crashed into a tree?

Bai Chuwei doesn't seem to have debuted as an actor, right?

He, he didn't seem to see Hang Weiya just now.

Mom, he's a little scared.

Yang Wei immediately sent this website to his good brother.

[Yang Dawei: QAQ my mother, Bai Chuwei is live broadcasting, look at it. ] ]

[Good brother: ?? Are you teasing me, the fairy teacher didn't start the live broadcast! The URL you gave me won't be able to open. ]

[Yang Dawei: She didn't broadcast live on the Salted Fish Video APP, I saw her slap an old man flying hundreds of meters! ] It's the same as the immortal cultivator. Come to my house, aren't we in a community? Come on! ]

[Good brother: I'm going to write the fairy teacher's winter vacation homework, and next year Kaodi will be her younger brother and her face, don't disturb :)]

After that, no matter how Yang Dawei sent the message, his good brother didn't reply, and it was estimated that the phone was turned off.

Oh, my God!

Yang Dawei was about to collapse, it was a kind of suffocating feeling that there was a big secret blocked in his heart, but no one shared it.

And then it was a little cool, he seemed to know something amazing.

Screenshot! Computer video!

Yang Dawei operated the mouse, but found that he could not take a screenshot.

When I was scratching my ears and cheeks in a hurry, the entire live broadcast room was about to boil!

A scene of extreme conditions appeared in front of everyone's eyes-

There are many people in the surrounding mountains and forests, and at least hundreds of monks exist.

In an instant, except for Bai Chuwei and Duan Feihan, who were standing in the cold and snow of Cangshan Mountain, everyone's knees were weak, kneeling on the ground, looking at the top of Tianming Mountain, and crying in unison: "Ancestors, it's the juniors who are wrong!" ”