Live Broadcast: My Identity As A Fairy Cultivator Was Exposed By My Great-Granddaughter

Chen Xining was scolded.

His face was full of grievances.

"But, I have tried my best!" Chen Xining said in a low voice, afraid of being heard.

However, Chen Ming still heard it. "

"What? Try your best, it's really useless. Go away and watch me show you again." Chen Ming knocked Chen Xining away with a cane.

With a seemingly light crutches, Chen Xining grinned in pain.

"The old man is so true, let's just yell! Let's yell! Let's yell, let's yell! Let's hit, let's hit! And...and...and even dislike it!"

"The old man is so cruel, so he scolds Xiao Xi like this, woo woo woo, so distressed, it hurts to look at it!"

"Don't the old man love Sister Xiao Xi very much? Why are you scolding so harshly now?"

"I don't know! To hit is to scold yourself, or to love or not to beat or scold is uncomfortable."

"I paid attention to Xiao Xi because she was a game anchor, but now why is she still doing this kind of bells and whistles."

"I'm a new fan. Is this true or is the technology so advanced now? Can you still use real-time special effects in the live broadcast room?"

"Special effects, your sister, the old man has been on fire for so long, and you still ask this kind of little white question. I'm afraid you are not a foolish man!"

"Aren't those specially synthesized before?"

"Laughing to death, I don't want to chat with you anymore, let's get to know it slowly!"

"That's right, now we don't watch Xiao Xi play games, watch the old man Xiu Xian!"

"Xiuxian, is there really an immortal cultivation?"

"Nonsense, both the old man and Xiao Xi are cultivating immortals, have you seen the old man with dementia next to him? The abbot of Daoxian Ancient Temple, the old man's apprentice, is also a god."

"It doesn't look like it, it looks a bit like the second fool who leads the house."

Sneez!

Yang Ye on the side suddenly sneezed.

"Who is talking about me behind?"

"Fuck, you're over, you're over, brother! The abbot knows that someone has cursed him, why don't you run away with the train overnight?"

"Fuck, one, two, three, four... one hundred and seven, f*ck, one hundred and eight!"

"Damn, so many old men!"

"Old man: Did you see it? This is a veritable one who can hold back thousands of troops!"

"It's awesome, the old man is on the hook. I had the confidence to single out the old man (except for the funny if you don't touch porcelain). Now it's good, I can't beat it at all."

"It's not that you can't beat it, it's that you can't afford to lose it."

"Can't afford to pay, I'm laughing to death!"

"There are people who are so boring to count how many old men there are! My focus is all on the abbot's face."

"Abbot? Ahahaha, I'm f*ck, grass, why don't you remind me earlier, how many (shocked) Mr. Lin ate this!"

Aside.

Yang Ye looked at the one-hundred and eight clones of Chen Ming.

The whole person is numb.

There seemed to be 10,000 alpacas rushing past.

The expression seemed to say that Master, you lied to me!

next moment.

One hundred and eight clones quickly merged into one.

It was Chen Ming who took back all avatars.

"Did you see it? This is the Dayan Divine Art...!" Chen Ming said.

Sudden.

Chen Ming's face suddenly showed an unhealthy flush.

"Ahem!"

Chen Ming coughed twice while covering his mouth with his right hand.

I feel a little moist in the palms of my hands.

Chen Ming raised his hand and took a look.

The palm of the hand is a puddle of red liquid.

Chen Xining, who was still thinking about Dayan Shenshu, suddenly heard the great grandfather's cough.

With worry on his face, he ran over quickly.

Chen Ming hurriedly retracted his arm.

"Great grandfather, are you all right!"

Chen Ming smiled slightly, put his bloody right hand behind him, and said, "It's okay, it's ill!"

Chen Xining didn't listen, and distressedly helped Chen Ming to the stone stool next to her.

"I've said so that you can give you some guidance. You don't listen. Now you are all right, you are tired! Go and sit down and have a good rest."

Chen Ming suddenly changed his face and said angrily, "It's not because you are too stupid. If I don't demonstrate to you, when will you be able to successfully practice Dayan Shenshu?"

"I can derive nine clones!"

Just after Chen Xining finished speaking, the latter suddenly squinted at Chen Xining, and said forcefully, "Nine? Are there many? I tell you, eighteen clones are the foundation. Give me a good practice in the past. I can't do it this morning. In the afternoon. continue."

"Oh!"

Chen Xining replied helplessly.

Turned around and came to the venue to continue practicing Dayan Shenshu.

as usual.

Chen Xining still sat in the same place to comprehend Chen Ming's Dayan Art.

At this time.

Yang Ye came to Chen Ming.

The expression is a little unnatural.

"Master, why didn't you scold me back then?" Yang Ye asked.

"Back then? Back then, you were the same as the fourth child. You were stubborn and stubborn. Just a few words would be terrible. If you don’t praise you, I’m afraid you can’t think about it. Of course, you’re lazy. If I say more, don’t you I have given up on cultivation a long time ago, so my efforts will be wasted?" Chen Ming said lightly.

These words.

Yang Ye said that it was an embarrassment.

Can't wait to find a seam to drill in.

"Then am I still saved?"

"It's no help, you're really stupid...cough cough!" Coughing suddenly started again.

This time.

The blood in the palm of the hand was still soaking from between the fingers.

Yang Ye's pupils suddenly stared.

"Master, you..."

"Shhh! Don't make any noise to Xiao Xi practicing."

Yang Ye's voice stopped abruptly.

Yang Ye looked moved and asked in a low voice, "Master, what is going on? Why are you injured?"

"It happened suddenly, and when something happened, the beast was a bit difficult to deal with, plus the recurrence of the dark wounds in his body, he followed the beast's way." Chen Ming said.

"Who can hurt Master?"

Chen Ming's face was solemn, and after a few seconds of silence, he slowly spoke, "The third child!"

"What realm are you now, let me see it!"

Yang Ye wanted to continue to inquire.

Master said it was the third child.

Of course he knows who the youngest is.

But isn't the third child the worst of their four brothers and sisters?

That is, Ye Fan's father, Ye Fan!

but……

How could Ye Fan hurt Master.

What's wrong here?

But Yang Ye didn't dare to ask another question.

Instead, the right palm is turned outward.

A twisted gas condensed in the palm of his hand.

Chen Ming stared at the gas in his palm, and then said, "Forge a fairyland, yes, keep working hard!"

Forging a fairyland!

Also known as Forging Wonderland!

This is a division in the realm.

Cultivation of the fairyland is divided into the enlightened fairyland, the forged fairyland, the Luo fairyland, the great jade realm, and the great golden realm. The last one is the Shengti realm (also Chengdu Jiejing).

Each realm has nine small realms, one realm to nine realms!

Chen Ming is currently in the Shengti realm.

But because of the failure of crossing the robbery, he has now retreated to the realm of Shengti!

Right now, Yang Ye had learned all the realms of Xiuxian.

In the future, he will not always practice blindly.

He has been bumping around like a headless fly for decades.

There is no goal at all.

"Remember, find the fourth child, and I will solve the third child. Everyone thinks that he is dead, but in fact, he is just alive in another way." Chen Ming said.

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