My identity as an ancient celestial master was exposed by yearning

Strength is no small matter.

"Then how do you practice real martial arts?!"

Peng Yuchang asked quickly.

"First of all, let your muscles and bones be harder than steel."

Xiao Chen said seriously.

Harder than steel?

Not only Peng Yuchang was stunned, but even the audience was dumbfounded.

How can human bones be compared with steel?

Is the old man fooling people again?

Peng Yuchang was about to ask further questions, but He Jiong suddenly asked:

"Oh? Why are there so many people in our live broadcast room?"

Everyone was paying attention to the old man, but no one noticed the number of people in the live broadcast room.

At this time, there were already more than 500 million viewers.

"Wow! It's too exaggerated! Did so many people watch our live broadcast?!"

Zhang Zifeng exclaimed.

Huang Lei glanced at Xiao Chen in front of him, smiled and shook his head.

No need to think about it, the audience must all come for this old man.

Peng Yuchang scratched his head, suddenly thought of something, and quickly said to Xiao Chen:

"Grandpa, try to see if you can hit the lantern with your chopsticks."

As he spoke, he pointed to the door.

A big goose was standing quietly on the fence outside the door.

"Peng Peng! You really lack great virtue!"

"Did the lantern provoke you?!"

"Besides, it's at least 20 meters away from the colorful lanterns. How can you throw the chopsticks there?"

Huang Lei and others laughed and cursed.

But the audience in the live broadcast room expressed their desire to watch it.

Because they didn't see how Xiao Chen made the move just now.

It stands to reason that a chopstick can only poke one fly at most.

But Xiao Chen crucified three of them at once.

Could it be that his chopsticks can still turn?

The more the audience thought about it, the more curious they became, and they all started to fight.

The scene couldn't stop at once.

"Mr. Huang, the audience all want to see the old man poking the lantern..."

He Jiong said with a bitter face.

"Then poke it, it will be stewed if you poke it to death."

Huang Lei laughed out loud.

"No! Lanterns are family members!"

Zhang Zifeng shouted anxiously.

"It's all Peng Peng's fault, what idea did you come up with?"

He Jiong glared at him angrily.

"What should I do now, the audience is booing!"

"Okay, then I'll try."

Xiao Chen took the words, raised his chopsticks and threw them in the direction of the colored lanterns.

The chopsticks flew straight away like an arrow feather.

But instead of hitting the lantern, it landed on a pumpkin.

The pumpkin was only a few centimeters away from the lantern.

The lantern flapped its wings in fright and flew out of the shed.

"Oh, I'm old, it really doesn't work."

Xiao Chen sighed pretendingly.

The audience in the live broadcast room laughed badly.

"No one really thinks that the old man can't poke the lantern, right? No? No?"

"The old man is deliberately teasing everyone, even a fool can see it!"

"Peng Peng is really wicked! Hahahaha..."

"Poor Lantern, I've been scared out of my wits!"

"Honestly, if the chopsticks hit the lantern, I'm afraid Mr. Huang will really stew a big goose tonight!"

"Did the old man think that we couldn't see the regretful expression on his face?"

"Hahahahaha..."

Chapter 8 Breaking Yearning Viewing Records

"My goodness!"

Peng Yuchang ran to the shed and pulled the chopsticks off the pumpkin.