Xuanmen ancestors approached science online

The excruciating pain he endured exploded, causing him to fall to his knees, wishing he could roll over and howl with his head in his arms.

It's a pity that he was in so much pain that his limbs were so weak that he couldn't use any strength, and he couldn't make a sound.

The footsteps had already reached the door, and Chen Laibao was lying on the ground, staring at the person with wide-eyed eyes, with a slight panting sound coming from his throat.

His live broadcast equipment is also specially made, and the quality is good, but the distance is far away, and the radio is still blocked, so no one in the live broadcast room can find anything wrong with him, some people think he is acting according to the script, some people think Then give birth to greater disappointment.

Two consecutive attempts ended in failure, which shows that he is not as powerful as he boasted.

Then he has always claimed that the god who is "beyond the mundane" is also? Not so credible?

The number of shaken people is not large, but it is enough to deal a major blow to Chen Laibao, who is currently in a bad state.

Yu Qingdong and Yue Jingyuan walked into the room side by side, their eyes flicked away from Chen Laibao, and finally fell on the dazed ghost standing motionless in mid-air.

This is a ghost that looks seventy percent similar to Chen Laibao's. It has almost no consciousness, and there are scars all over its hands and feet. It can be basically confirmed that its consciousness was wiped out artificially.Because it has a blood relationship with Chen Laibao, it is currently using blood as a link to transform the collected faith power into mana, and continuously send it to Chen Lai to stabilize the old wound.

Yu Qingdong came to a sudden, no wonder Chen Laibao was able to persist for so long after being injured by that senior from the Daoist Association. It turned out that he used his blood relatives to heal himself.

He had no intention of finding out what kind of grievances and grievances there was between Chen Laibao and this fierce ghost. Anyway, if they were sent to the special affairs or Chenghuang, someone would naturally sort out the relationship behind it, so why should he bother?

Just take the ghosts away?

But now it's live, he has to pay attention.

Yu Qingdong took out a mineral water bottle from his backpack, and took out a copy of "An Introduction to the Basic Principles of Marxism" as if nothing had happened. As soon as he took a step, he was stopped by Yue Jingyuan, who was always on guard.

"Don't go there, tell me what you want to do."

Yu Qingdong glanced at him, and found that the purple energy on his body was almost no longer fluctuating, and the color was completely transparent. He knew that the measures were effective, and the possibility of Yue Jingyuan's exposure had become very small.

But that's not enough.

He is not willing to take any risks.

Yu Qingdong withdrew his gaze, flicked his wrist, and pulled his hand back cleverly. When he made a wrong step, he swung away from Yue Jingyuan, raised his hand, and used Ma Zhe to slap the ghost not far away, pretending to feel It didn't feel like pain, so I squeezed it and stuffed it into the mineral water bottle.

The frontier also said: "Don't worry, I just opened the props from the box, which is designed to overcome the ghosts imagined by idealism."

Chen Laibao's gaze followed Yu Qingdong all the time, seeing that he dared to deal with the ghost with an ordinary book, and he?

He didn't know where his strength came from, but a carp jumped up and flew towards Yu Qingdong.

"No! Let go?! Take your book and don't touch it!"

Yu Qingdong took a step back, just to avoid his pounce, and slowly stuffed the ghost into the bottle, his face remained indifferent the whole time, and his eyes did not fluctuate at all.

Chen Laibao's eyes were shattered, but the pounce just now exhausted all his strength. He really couldn't even move a finger. He spit out a loud sound of unwillingness, and his blood vessels were almost bursting with anger.

Yu Qingdong acted as if he hadn't seen it, calmly screwed on the bottle cap, and smiled at Yue Jingyuan.

"Look, here is the victory of Maja Maoga."

Yue Jingyuan: "..."

Chen Laibao almost spat out old blood: "...???"

God damn Mazhe Maogai's victory!

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"Old Ancestor (Crossed Out) Little Master Uncle's Observation Log" by Yue Jingyuan

x month x day x year, sunny

After thinking for a long time, I decided to keep a diary for this familiar ancestor.

Today, I went to work with my ancestor to test whether I have mastered the method of visualizing purple energy to borrow its power. The result is quite satisfactory, and I observed a little hobby of my ancestor: he seems to like to use a more wonderful way to attack the opponent's self-confidence.

This point is somewhat similar to the records of many great powers in the ancient earth literature. Experts always have some special hobbies. Maybe this is what they have in common?The ancestor really is (followed by blackening).

(blacked out)

Since the ancestors are willing to teach me and guide me, does it mean that I also have the talent to enter the Tao?

(blacked out)

Note at the end of the page: I don't think you are gifted, but you are sick and need to be electrocuted!The pocket money is on the first page of the diary, go buy some brain fragments to eat by yourself! (red writing)

End note: I was wrong, I'm off to buy a washboard right now.