However, Old Wei quickly realized that with his current strength, it would be a piece of cake to chase after his master, but this person is a drama master.

He just saw eight strong men carrying the black dragon stick, which was so difficult, so he felt that he should do the same, which would show Lin Shuo's ability.

So he took the pursuit of his master, and tried his best to hold his face red, his feet trembled, and slowly moved forward.

Next to Wei Xingshan's seat, his second disciple Zhou Lingshi was also there.

Old Zhou is fifty years old this year, and his face looks like Lin Shuo's father. Now he sees his senior brother doing things like this, so he goes up to help, hold his hands behind his back, and holds his chasing master a little, and then he turns red and walks drunk.

The two of them performed quite exaggeratedly and their actions were too funny, so they burst into laughter from the audience.

This time everyone laughed. One of these two guys was the captain of the security team, patrolling the park every day, and the other was the master of the canteen. There were almost no ones present who didn't know him.

Lin Shuo looked at his pair of precious apprentices on the stage. He was so embarrassed that his face was red and his mouth was twitching, and he wanted to kill them.

Good guy, I want to give someone a favor, but I ended up making a joke.

The head of the hunting gate gritted his teeth and walked to the side of the stage, took the Zhui Master handed over to his disciples, and then touched his chest.

Keep your anger, don’t be angry and embarrassed. There is no seriousness in the attack.

After calming down, Lin Shuo asked Zhui Master in his hand and turned to look at Yang Chengzhi who was full of fighting spirit:

"President Yang, please."
Chapter completed!