I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

After Jin Feihong’s performance, he stepped down in the applause.

His face still has an unspeakable pride.

It is indeed a very glorious thing to be the ladder of ancient autumn in front of the 60,000-year-old sacred high-rise. At least he thinks so.

Jin Feihong returned to the scene and saw An Lin, who was still waiting to be on the sidelines.

He walked to Ann Lin, like an old friend, smiling at An Lin.

There was no anger in Jin Feihong’s face, but looking at Anlin’s eyes was full of indifference and downsizing, as if the other side was a negligible ant.

"See you, the gap between you and us?"

"Practitioners... Don't think that you can perform on stage, you feel how good you are, you are just a charge."

"If you come to power after the ancient autumn, will it be regarded as an embarrassment by the audience?"

Jin Feihong saw Anlin’s dignified expression and smiled very brightly.

He knows that it is his strength that makes Anlin feel the fear, so he can only use this expression to cope.

He likes to look at the people who provoke him, step into the abyss step by step, step by step in desperation in front of his powerful strength, and finally collapse or beg for mercy.

Jin Feihong enjoys this feeling.

"Jin Feihong, don't be too insatiable! Dabao brother is a trainee recognized by the gold medal instructors. What qualification do you have for the big treasure?!" Yingbao suddenly stood up and looked at Jin Feihong.

Jin Feihong saw the girl who jumped out, his eyes narrowed: "Oh, trainee, have you fallen to the point where a girl is in your head?"

"I hope that you can perform well and it will not matter if you have the least number of artists to spend the whole game, but don't be dismissed by the audience..."

Jin Feihong saw the worry that Anlin could not conceal his face. The corner of his mouth rose slightly, just like watching a shivering little sheep, no longer entangled, and walked away.

He still has a lot of time to play with An Lin in the future. Tonight is just a prelude, or just the beginning of Liu Dabao’s nightmare.

Anlin didn’t talk from beginning to end. It was not impossible to refute, but he was still considering the matter of taking office. The fear that Jin Feihong saw was true.

However, it is not worried that the audience will step down.

But how can we make the flower ticket more than twice the worry of ancient autumn...

The end of the famous brand performance after Jin Feihong further reduced the audience's expectations.

At this time, the host red sister was on stage.

She smiled and announced the next performance track.

"There are trainees Liu Dabao below, perform for us, and dance."

As soon as the voice fell, the audience at the entire venue stunned.

"I didn't get it wrong? Cooking dance?"

“Can cooking also be a dance? Is this a new funny show?”

"Oh, the Red Ink Square has also fallen to the point of being stunned?"

"Practitioner Liu Dabao? Now practitioners can also be on this level of performance feast? Red ink shop wants to train this newcomer!"

Some viewers questioned that some viewers were amazed.

They were also unable to turn their eyes to the stage because they were indifferent to the follow-up programs because of the ancient autumn performance. Of course, those eyes were not good intentions.

This is a trainee! Even the first card is not a trainee! I am afraid that it is the only trainee who performed on the red ink night.

They all want to see what kind of clown they are, and dare to go to the elegant hall.

Trainees and famous artists also turned their attention to the center of the stage.

Jin Feihong is also there, with a smile on his face.

He is waiting for Anlin to make a fool of himself.

Under the eyes of the public, a man in white and holding a black pan began to appear in the center of the stage, holding a pan and a shovel, posing a weird and handsome cooking posture.

"Oh... what is this shape? Is he really funny?"

"Don't say it, I think this pose is pretty good."

"There is still, this Liu Dabao looks quite handsome, especially when you concentrate on watching..."

A viewer found the highlights, but only looked at it as a funny show.

"Come on! Dabao brother!" Yingbao shouted in the background.

Unlike the warm screams of the rest of the famous brands and the first appearance, An Lin's debut is only perfunctory applause and laughter from the heart.

No way, this shape is too chic.

At this time, Anlin has begun to say hello to the audience.

"Hello everyone, I am a trainee Liu Dabao. The specialty is cooking, dancing and playing handsome. Let me show you a very special dance."

The voice of Anlin just fell, and the music that was so dynamic was ringing.

Then, his spatula was like a knife, black pot like ink, began to sway in the void, a unique and unimaginable beauty, let some viewers who are digesting Anlin, the smile solidified on the face.

"This... this dance..."

"how is this possible?!"

Jin Feihong also widened his eyes, his face full of incredible colors.

"The spatula is like turning the heavens and the earth to turn around. The pan is like being able to put the heavens and the earth together into the kitchen lane of the pot. See you between the flipping and throwing!"

Countless people are shocked, including Ying Bao.

Even the few gold medal mentors had a shocking look on their faces.

Before Anlin gave them a performance without a shovel!

And these actions ~www.readwn.com~ have become more high-end, more in line with the road, and even beyond the scope of their understanding of the dance!

The dragon king was stunned.

Linghuang is a gray child's appearance. When he saw this dance, he floated directly.

The Red Emperor of the 8th District is a woman wearing a red neon feather coat. She also stood up and her eyes burst into a splendid color: "My red ink workshop, even have such talents?"

The district heads are so shocked, not to mention the audience.

They used to look at the jokes with disdain. Now they are directly shocked and can’t speak. They can only watch and stare, and naturally feel the special beauty, as if they are heavenly, everything It is so comfortable and beautiful.

"This person... is a trainee, Liu Dabao?" The window sill of the independent viewing room, Yunxian quietly stood, and looked at the man on the stage with some disappointment.

"It's a terrible opponent... my dance is challenged..." In another viewing room, the Golden Wheel Dancer exclaimed.

Gu Qiu also opened a small window of independent viewing, watching the man in the center of the stage holding a pan and a spatula dancing, the eyes were warm and watery, and looked at it without a word.

The three top cards are all focused on watching An Lin’s performance.

This is what Jin Feihong has not treated before.

In terms of the performance of the performance, and the context of the match, Anlin’s cooking dance has been able to match the head-level dance. After watching this dance for a long time, I even feel that my stomach is calling and I always want to eat. What?

An Lin was gambling on the title of the kitchen god!

Just when the audience thought that the performance ended in this form.

Anlin suddenly took out a chicken from the ring! !

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