Ancestor, I was going through a tribulation, but I was accidentally exposed on the live broadcast!

Wang Kun shuddered violently, turned around, picked up Chen Jun who was standing there, and rushed out of the door without looking back.

{Hahaha, what a joke. If you send someone with such a three-legged cat kung fu to come and provoke you, you are not afraid of making others laugh. }

{Um, let me interject, I know that Wang Kun, and he is very good at boxing and kicking. My buddy once led a dozen people to surround him, and he beat the shit out of him. }

{seriously? So this is not a script? ? }

{Ah, this is true. I just came from the live broadcast room of the 181st generation, and now their live broadcast room is crazy. }

{Really? I'll go take a look too. }

......

Zhang Fan's face looked very ugly at the moment. He was originally holding his mobile phone in one hand and holding the tea cup leisurely in the other hand, intending to enjoy the embarrassment of his ancestor's defeat while sipping tea.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he turned on his phone, he saw the scene of his apprentice being thrown away by An Wu, and he didn't even see his movements clearly.

It doesn't matter if he can't withstand the attack of the ancestor, but he can't even do it to a child.

"Crack!" Seeing that Wang Kun couldn't even catch Yuan Kong's punch, Zhang Fan directly crushed the teacup in his hand.

Others couldn't understand it, but he could see it. Even though the little Taoist priest was young, he had already cultivated internal energy. No wonder Wang Kun was not his opponent. There was a huge difference between internal energy and external energy.

Huh, so what, he was already a fifth-level monk in the Qi training stage. He didn't believe that this little Taoist priest could be as powerful as him. Zhang Fan subconsciously ignored An Wu.

When he saw Wang and Kun fleeing, his face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I originally wanted to take this opportunity to become famous, but I didn't expect that I would become infamous all of a sudden.

Zhang Fan's eyes were heavy and he subconsciously glanced at the comments in the live broadcast room. As expected, they were all insulting them.

{Oh haha! What I thought was a king turned out to be a bronze one! ! }

{What crap? ? Did I stay here for hours just to watch you humiliate yourself? ? }

{That fall made my little heart almost burst out of my chest. It must be very painful, right? ? }

{I don’t know if it hurts, but the wall must be quite painful. I think several pieces of the wall have fallen off! ! }

{I originally thought I was here to gain some popularity. I'm sorry, I was wrong. I came here to provoke you in a serious way, but I just left in despair. }

{Is that considered a success in gaining popularity? }

{Yes, black and red are also red! Hahaha! }

{Originally, I was quite interested in the 181st generation descendant of Maoshan, but now I can’t even take a look at it. }

{The sword dance is quite beautiful, it is so powerful. }

{Don't take the pass, just wait for another wave. After all, the master hasn't made a move yet. Maybe that stupid guy hasn't mastered his own kung fu. }

{That’s right, looking at that immortal spirit, I guess he has real abilities. }

{Come on, I'm a coward and don't dare to challenge, but I have the nerve to declare war on the whole network. It's just ridiculous. }

{Hahaha, let’s name him Oogway Immortal. I think it’s very appropriate. }

{Oogway Immortal, haha! }

{Isn’t the turtle just a tortoise? Bastard Immortal? ? }

{I would like to advise the host to challenge the ancestor quickly, otherwise he will really become an immortal. }

......

The more Zhang Fan looked at it, the darker his face became. When he saw what was behind him, he threw the phone out and smashed it against the wall.

By the time Wang and Kun came back in a state of embarrassment, it was already dark.

The two staggered, supporting each other, and immediately collapsed on the ground as soon as they returned to the Taoist temple.

But before Wang Kun could breathe a sigh of relief, he was hit hard on the back, "Ouch, who hit me?"

He was almost exhausted today, who would dare to hit him without his eyesight?

"Me." An angry voice came from the darkness, and the fierce momentum made Wang Kun tremble unconsciously.

Oops, Master is angry!

Wang Kun shrank his neck and smiled sarcastically, "Master, I'm back."

"Do you still have the nerve to come back?? Your shame has been thrown into the Pacific Ocean." Zhang Fan stared at them with a gloomy face and displeasure.

Wang Kun lowered his head and argued unconvincingly, "I already told you that he is an immortal, how could I possibly beat him, and you don't believe it..."

The words he spoke became quieter and quieter, and they were almost inaudible later on. However, Zhang Fan's ears were very sensitive, and he still heard every word.

"What did you say? Say it louder if you dare!"

"I said, he is really a powerful immortal!"

To say that this Wang Kun is really quite upright, he really increased his volume and repeated it again.

Zhang Fan snorted coldly, then took out a stick from nowhere and hit Wang Kun hard, "I'll let you say it again!"

Wang Kun screamed and ran around the room, "Master, you asked me to say it again, how can you hit someone?"

By the time Zhang Fan calmed down, Wang Kun was already confused. He glanced at Zhang Fan aggrievedly and stubbornly muttered, "Master, he is really powerful."

This time Zhang Fan didn't hit him again, but just glanced at him coldly, "Don't let others' ambitions destroy your own prestige. Instead, tell me, how does Master compare with him?"

"Well..."

Wang Kun scratched his head. It was really hard for him to say this. At that time, he couldn't get close to the person and couldn't test it out.

But having said that, if the master was serious, he wouldn't be able to get close to him, and he would be sent flying with just one move.

Thinking about it this way, there may be a big difference in nature between monks and ordinary people.

"What? Mute?"

Zhang Fan glanced sideways at him. His apprentice was considered powerful among ordinary people, but in the eyes of monks, he was still not good enough.

"I don't know, it's just as powerful." Wang Kun shook his head pitifully, his swollen face as big as a pig's head now full of tangles.

"Forget it, you can't find out with your current level of cultivation." Zhang Fan thought about it and didn't embarrass him. "I'll go there in person tomorrow."

"Master, Master, will we continue the live broadcast tomorrow?"

Chen Jun, who had been standing aside and trying to reduce his presence, finally dared to ask.

"Broadcast, of course broadcast," a hint of disdain flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, "I want to see what other monks are capable of in this world."

Thinking about it, it's only half a dozen. After all, the spiritual energy in this world is really thin now, and those magic weapons are even more scarce. Not everyone has as deep a heritage as his Maoshan sect.

He estimated that he was just a mountain monk with no family or sect. When the time comes, he must destroy his majesty and let him know why the flowers are so red! !