Live broadcast: Taoist priest, stop pretending, you are just cultivating immortality

A group of people wearing Taekwondo uniforms came to Tianyuan Taoist Temple. These guys were talking and laughing all the way. It looked like they were on an outing.

The leader among them was eight feet tall, with a black belt tied around his waist, and he looked very imposing.

"Master, the Tianyuan Taoist Temple is in front of you. Why don't you take a rest first and then go to the gymnasium."

"No need. To deal with a fake Taoist priest who shows off his skills and tricks, I'll let him have one hand and one foot."

"Now that you are ready to start broadcasting, I will go up and challenge you. Today we are going to show our mainland friends how powerful the Taekwondo of the Republic of Korea is!" Pu Bangjian said with full confidence.

The purpose of his coming to Tianyuan Taoist Temple to compete in the gym was very simple, that is, to open a martial arts gym in the mainland, become the second one in the industry, and make a lot of money.

For today's live broadcast on all platforms, Park Bangjian has led hundreds of disciples to build momentum online for several days.

Now everything is ready, all he needs is the east wind, and he will become rich and famous in this battle. His hands began to tremble with excitement.

"Taekwondo, Pu Bangjian, come to the gym. Where is the master?" Pu Bangjian clasped his fists in his hands and said happily.

During the difficult struggle, Jiang Yun took off the blindfold on his head and glanced at Pu Bangjian.

When he noticed that the visitor was wearing Taekwondo clothes, he sneered, put the blindfold back on, and went to sleep.

Pu Bang turned to stone on the spot, and the friends in the live broadcast room were a little puzzled when they saw this scene.

"The Taoist priest said he accepted the challenge, why is he so timid now?"

"What a coward. That's obviously disdain. Have you ever seen a max-level player who would abuse a trumpet who just left the novice village?"

"No, I feel like the Taoist priest is not awake yet and doesn't want to hit anyone yet."

"To tell you a joke, Taekwondo has excellent practical capabilities."

"Hey, the last time I pulled the plank for a Taekwondo competition, it hit a speed bump and all 80,000 yuan was lost."

"Taekwondo, Pu Bangjian, come to the gym. Jiang Guanzhu, I have launched a live broadcast challenge on your platform. Are you afraid to accept the challenge?" Pu Bangjian asked.

Friends in Jiang Yun's live broadcast room immediately became interested when they heard what he said.

Oh, this Korean stickman clearly has bad intentions. He wants to step on the Taoist priest and become famous in one battle.

Soon, thousands of people went out to search Park Bangjian's live broadcast room and join in the fun.

"Master, the number of online viewers in our live broadcast room has exceeded 5,000." A Korean girl with a delicate and popular face came to behind Park Bang with a mobile phone and lowered her voice.

"Hey, a live broadcast room with 5,000 people is already considered a big anchor in Korea. We have just started broadcasting and there are 5,000 people. Is this the strength of mainland China?" Park Bangjian said in shock.

The water friends in his live broadcast room heard the conversation between the two and couldn't help but laugh.

"This Korean stickman is more or less new to the world!"

"I declare that I am loyal to the Taoist priest and I am here just to watch the fun (dog head)."

"As we all know, the daily weather forecast in the Republic of Korea is these words: no rain in the country today, rain in the country today, strong winds in the country today, sunny in the country today."

"This black-belt stickman is begging to die at noon!"

"Korean Bangzi are really out of their minds. They actually put the idea of ​​becoming famous on the head of the Taoist priest. How can the Taoist priest be a soft persimmon like a certain Baoguo?"

"The stone pillar in front of the Taoist temple means: I will see when this stick will be finished."

Although Park Bangjian found that the barrage in his live broadcast room was not well received, he was confident in his ability.

As a man who has competed in Taekwondo all over Korea, he feels that there should be no big problem if he conquers the mainland.

"Director Jiang, whether you are a man or not, I have come to see you. Why are you still pretending to be asleep? You are so cruel online, but how come you act like a coward in real life?"

When Jiang Yun heard Pu Bang's sarcasm, he sighed, took off his blindfold, and got up from the recliner.

"Fusheng Infinite Heavenly Lord, Wudang Mountain is the dojo of Emperor Zhenwu. It is extremely rude for you to say obscene words in front of the Taoist temple."

"Pindao originally wanted to take a nap and let you take a rest next to me so that we can compete fairly in the afternoon, but it doesn't seem necessary now."

Jiang Yun pinned the hem of his Taoist robe around his waist, stretched his muscles, came to the small square in front of the Taoist temple, and put on the starting position of Tai Chi.

The water friends in the live broadcast room immediately became excited.

"I'm going to make a bet. You bet on who will lose and who will win. Forget it, there is no suspense in this bet. Let's guess how many seconds the stick can be carried."

"I have lived for eighteen years, and today I finally know how to write about seeking death."

"The Taoist Master is a true master, why do some people always regard him as a protector of the country?"

"You're done. If you disturb the Taoist priest from his nap, don't even think about leaving. Just leave the fertile land behind [the dog's head saves his life]."

When Pu Bangjian saw Jiang Yun's chic starting moves and the master's demeanor, he had mixed feelings in his heart.

I have searched all over the Korean Taekwondo circle but I haven't gained many fans. Why did a fake Taoist priest from China just do a few tricks during the live broadcast and the whole network became popular?

He had never thought about this problem, but today he saw a real person taking action, and he finally understood it.

It’s really rare to see young people today who are so handsome and can act so cool.

"Taekwondo, Park Bang Hard!"

Pu Bang moved his muscles hard, and the joints all over his body crackled.

He exudes a fierce aura, which is very different from other Taekwondo practitioners.

Jiang Yun cupped his fists and returned the salute, saying: "Tianyuan Taoist Temple, Jiang Yun."

"drink!"

Park Bangjian didn't talk nonsense. He used a taboo move in Taekwondo, flying and flipping his legs to do a vertical chop!

This leg movement is so powerful and heavy that if you are hit by it, your bones and tendons may be broken, or you may be knocked unconscious on the spot.

The grandson opposite is really cruel!

Jiang Yun didn't take it hard, he turned around and slid to the left, sideways to avoid it.

Bang!

The several-inch-thick bluestone slab in the square was shattered on the spot, and the part hit by the kick even turned into stone powder.

The water friends in the live broadcast room were shocked and dumbfounded.

"Hey, this Korean guy seems to have some strength."

"You can really fight in the black section of Taekwondo. The Taoist master won't lose, right?"

"If the Taoist Master had a sword in his hand, the stick would have been killed on the spot. Unfortunately, the Taoist Master is now unarmed and cannot display his strongest swordsmanship."

"[Wudang Master Chen Yu] rewards a treasure map with a message: Uncle Master, winning or losing is not important, as long as you don't get hurt."

"I'm sorry, don't the Taoist priests in Wudang think highly of the anchor?"

Suddenly, the betting situation in Jiang Yun's live broadcast room took a turn for the worse. Originally, Jiang Yun's odds were 9.9, but now it's a 50-50 split.

This incident became a hot topic in Huyu Live in a very short period of time, and many anchors began to broadcast the game to increase the popularity.

The official even invited professional competition referees to explain the challenge.

Pu Bang cupped his fists and raised his hands, and said with a proud look on his face: "Director Jiang, a martial arts contest is a martial arts contest, not a hide and seek."

"If you keep hiding like this, we won't be able to finish the game until the afternoon."

Jiang Yun didn't reply. He stared at the cracked bluestone in a daze for a long time.

(End of chapter)