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"What, Cao Zhengluo, what expression do you have?" Linghu Yaofei's fox eyes rolled, and she glanced at Uncle Pao with charm, "No, you are so old that you are still jealous of Xiao Yan. Is your old face shy?"

Old face?

Uncle Pao stroked his vicissitudes and mature face, and he suffered ten thousand points of injury in his heart, and his eyebrows became embarrassing and laughed and cried: "Concubine Yao, I am the number one master of the earthlings, and I am the dignified Master Yan Zun. No matter how jealous he is, he will not eat his disciple, right?"

"This is not necessarily." Concubine Linghu Yao sneered charmingly, "In terms of force, Xiao Yan is indeed not your opponent for the time being. But in terms of potential, he is much stronger than you. I can guarantee that within ten years, Xiao Yan will definitely be promoted to a demigod. At that time, he was just in his prime and had great growth potential, so he might become a god."

Uncle Pao was almost crying, thinking that I was also in my prime. I, Cao Jinglei, was not even a hundred years old, so I was not as old as an elderly person? But after all, Xiao Yan's stinky brat has extraordinary potential. Whether it is qualifications or opportunities, they are all super-existent existences.

Ten years, maybe you can become a demigod if you can't use it for ten years.

Even Uncle Pao himself doesn’t know how many years it takes for a baby apprentice to surpass him? Twenty years? Thirty years?

When he thought of being surpassed by his disciple in the future, Uncle Pao felt a sad and cold inside. He never thought that one day the next waves of the Yangtze River would eventually appear on him.

Where did that brat come from with the talent that surpasses Pure Yang Blood? Is the liquid meteorite he saw with his own eyes really some kind of magical object outside the sky? For a moment, Uncle Pao's heart was full of emotions and he was filled with emotion.

"Okay, OK, Concubine Yao makes sense." Uncle Pao helplessly touched his old face with some sluts, "Xiao Yan is indeed a super genius that is rare in a thousand years, but no matter how outstanding he is, even if Lu Zu, who surpasses our Chunyang lineage, is also my Cao Jinglei's apprentice."

In the end, a hint of pride appeared on his face, which was quite vicissitudes of life. In this life, no matter who can receive an apprentice like Wang Yan, it is indeed a thing to be proud of.

"Then are you going to support your disciples? Slap the Black Death Demon Lord, such as the Rauss, to death?" Concubine Linghu Yao glanced at him like a fox.

"Go and go, my wife said I'll go. Then Lao Shizi Black Death Demon Lord, an old antique and a handful of old bones, has been dead for hundreds of years, but he still dares to jump out and make trouble." Uncle Pao looked flattering to his wife, and he was showing off his mighty words, "With his remaining strength, he dares to call himself a demigod? He dares to call himself the deity? His wife, please take a rest at home for a while, and then go to clean up the old thing for your husband. I'll take Xiaoyan back for dinner tonight."

While speaking, Uncle Pao's feet bent slightly and prepared to soar through the window into the sky.

"etc!"

Suddenly, Concubine Linghu Yao suddenly stopped him, tapped his fingers on the table and chairs, and pondered: "Actually what you said is not the reason. Xiaoyan is a man. Although I am like his son, how can a man truly grow without experiencing the storm? As you said, although the Black Death Demon Lord is strong, he has not yet recovered his true demigod-level strength. Xiaoyan, with his existing strength and conditions, should still be able to cope with it. Let the Black Death Demon Lord become a stepping stone in Xiaoyan's growth path."

For a moment, Uncle Pao was a little amused. Why was his wife so changeable? Sometimes he said he wanted to kill the Black Death Demon Lord by himself, and sometimes he wanted to give Xiaoyan a chance to train and grow. It makes sense for her to be on the contrary.

However, he did not dare to express his thoughts in his heart for his wife. Instead, he said with a look of dog-legged eunuch style: "My wife is wise and wise. The semi-crippled Black Death Demon Lord is just right for Xiao Yan to practice leveling and beat a boss at the top of the level. This is still quite good for his future growth."

"Hmph. You can still talk." Concubine Linghu Yao said lightly, "Don't pick me up on my Yahui there, watch the live broadcast well. By the way, give the little girl a reward. This live broadcast is done well."

"Yes, yes, my wife is right. I will give the child all my pocket money this month." Uncle Pao curled up and pleased Concubine Linghu Yao with no integrity and dignity. His loyal and righteous look was even more energetic than the personal eunuch around the emperor.

But he didn't think about it. Just by Jingluo, how many pocket money can he have in a month?

Uncle Pao doesn’t have much pocket money, but it doesn’t mean others don’t.

An'an's live broadcast was originally limited to the Super Energy Academy, but after the tutor and the State Administration of China reported, it was instantly connected to the internal system of the State Administration of China. Many people's special mobile phones have prompts to watch videos.

Soon, the number of viewers reached thousands.

Although the number of people is far less than the number of online people from those outside anchors, the super power industry is the most in short supply of rich people.

All kinds of rewards soared, encouraging An An to continue shooting better live broadcasts.

"Wow, I've got rich and made a fortune." An An was also scared by the surge in reward amount. She was also born in a wealthy family, but such an exaggerated reward amount really opened her eyes and called her wealth.

Supporting many people has made An An even more devoted.

She took the camera and kept explaining: "The situation at the scene is very good. Mentor Nan Lian drove a big shot and used extreme freezing. It's a pity that he only frozen the Black Death Demon Lord for two seconds. It can be seen that the Black Death Demon Lord has a high ice resistance and a very strong ice immunity. He is really worthy of being the boss at the gate."

"However, the size of the mentor Nanlian is not in vain. She has bought close time for the red tank. Look, the red muscular man who is nearly four meters tall and stronger than the Hulk is the red tank master of the Polar Bear Secret Service. He listened to the conversation and was good brothers and good friends with our Principal Wang. Wow, he has such a terrifying power. Although his punch was blocked by the Black Death Demon Lord, he shocked the Black Death Demon Lord backflew dozens of meters! It seems that the boss's ability to resist and repel is somewhat insufficient."

"Wow, Principal Wang took action, he held the warhammer with both hands!" An An shouted in a loud voice, "What a terrifying force, is Principal Wang going to destroy the entire Winter Island? It hits, Principal Wang hits it."

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the black death demon Lord who was hastily blocked was blown away by Wang Yan with a hammer. He smashed hard on an iceberg. The rumbling ice exploded, and his body was buried under the broken iceberg.

"So amazing, long live the principal!"

With An An's cheers, there were also loud cheers in the auditorium of Super Energy Academy.

At this time, Wang Yan's reputation was raised to the extreme.
Chapter completed!