My identity as an ancient celestial master was exposed by yearning

Chapter 7

Peng Yuchang wanted to cry, but he still said firmly:

"Friends in the audience, I really didn't lie to you, the old man is eating."

With that said, he turned the camera towards Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen had never seen this kind of novelty, but he wasn't very interested either.

Still eating on their own.

At the same time, he did not forget to praise Huang Lei's craftsmanship.

At this moment, a few flies suddenly flew over the dining table.

The "buzzing" is disturbing.

"Peng Peng, go get the electric mosquito swatter."

He Jiong said.

"okay!"

Just as Peng Yuchang was about to get up to get it, Xiao Chen suddenly raised his hand and shook it.

The chopsticks in his hand were like arrow feathers from a bow, instantly nailing a few flies to the wall!
Everyone at the dinner table petrified collectively.

Peng Yuchang subconsciously pointed the camera at the wall.

Three flies on the wall were firmly nailed together by a chopstick.

The audience in the live broadcast room exploded again.

This is a plot that only exists in martial arts novels!
What kind of character is this old man? !

Xiao Chen didn't pay attention to their gazes, took another chopstick from the table, picked up the food by himself, and asked:

"What are you surprised about? Don't you chase flies like this?"

What the fuck? !
Is this what people say? !

No one in the world has such skill except you!

"Old man, don't mind if I ask something offensive."

Huang Lei said cautiously.

"You ask."

Xiao Chen responded disapprovingly.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

"Huh? Don't I look human?"

"Old man, you only look like a normal person, but your skills are really too exaggerated!"

Huang Lei sighed.

"Is that right?"

Xiao Chen looked at the rest of them.

Only then did I realize that they all had the same expression.

Dumbfounded, his face was full of surprise.

It was as if he had just done something shocking to the world.

The corners of Xiao Chen's eyes twitched a few times.

Only then did I realize that some of my behaviors were beyond the cognition of modern people.

He hastily coughed a few times and said with a smile:

"Then what. When I was young, I often went hunting in the forest, so my eyesight is relatively strong, but now it's not good anymore, my eyes are a bit blurred."

It's Versailles again.

A chopstick stabbed three flies to death.

This is called the eyes are a little blurry? !

Old man, you really don't know how to act at all!
Everyone thought so in their hearts, but no one said it.

Peng Yuchang was speechless.

Old man, are you treating the national audience as fools?

"Wang Wang!"

At this time, the two Shiba Inu ran to Xiao Chen's side alive and kicking.

It was Little H and Little O.

"Ahem, what a cute puppy."

Xiao Chen supported his waist and lowered his body, pretending that he was struggling.

The audience in the live broadcast burst out laughing instantly!
"Hahaha, it's so funny!"

"He's pretending he's weak! Thought we couldn't see it!"

"The old man is so funny, he didn't forget to cough a few times!"

"This acting skill needs to be guided by Teacher Huang!"

"You still support your waist and you row so hard that you don't see your back hurting!"

Inside the mushroom house.

Huang Lei and others didn't have time to watch the barrage at all.

They all looked at Xiao Chen dumbfounded.

"Have you seen enough?"

Xiao Chen felt a little embarrassed.

"Grandpa, let me ask, do you really know martial arts?"

Peng Yuchang asked in a low voice.

"That's right, I did learn some martial arts."

Xiao Chen could only nod his head and admit it.

Compared with the status of a celestial master, martial arts are more acceptable to modern people.

"Sure enough, it's true! Xia Guo's martial arts are not just for show!"

Peng Yuchang cried out excitedly.

"Of course not."

Xiao Chen nodded.

Peng Yuchang was right about this.

The martial arts of Xia Kingdom have been passed down for thousands of years.

In ancient times, there were even strong men who specialized in martial arts.

Xiao Chen also fought against them.

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?"

"Hahahaha"

(End of this chapter)