Chapter 66 Don't Take Ignorance as Personality

While making preparations, he turned on the live broadcast of "Chinese Real Kungfu" and watched it. Ye Wan had to admit that Feiyu was too good at playing.

On the first night, 100 successful anchors were announced, and 50 pairs of cross-field anchor CPs were matched on the spot, but the first live broadcast was arranged for the second night.

Needless to say how eye-catching the other anchors are, the combination of old and young like Xuanmiao old monk and Ye Wan is already a big gimmick, attractive enough.

Sure enough, on the second night, Feiyu's online fans' views exceeded one billion, surpassing all other live streaming platforms in seconds.

But today, the matching results have just come out, and the live broadcast will be broadcast in half an hour.

In other words, 50 anchors were unprepared.

Those with good psychological quality and strong enough strength naturally have nothing to say.

If the mentality is not good, and a completely unfamiliar field is drawn again, there is no suspense whether it will be a success or a fool.

No, the broadcast has not yet started, and the number of online viewers has already surpassed yesterday.

"Sink your Qi into your dantian, grab the ground with your ten toes, start looking for something, ha!"

A set of clean and neat boxing techniques, the martial arts brother displayed vigorously, and when he flew up and kicked a rock, the live broadcast room was already full of fireworks.

The Dream Carnival seemed to be free of money, and the fireworks lasted for more than ten minutes before stopping.

Ye Wan has an idea.

Half an hour passed in a flash, and when the two live broadcast rooms were interactively connected, the fans' eyes lit up.

The real Chinese Kung Fu is a middle-aged uncle in his forties, but because of the boy kung fu he practiced since childhood, his whole body is as loose as a tree.

With black hair and piercing eyes, he looks like a young man in his twenties.

He was still dressed as before, a set of black exercise clothes.

"Everyone in the studio, good evening!"

Greeting with a loud voice, Brother Wushu looked at Ye Wan who was dressed in white, "Hi Hong Huang, what do you think about the interaction tonight?"

Not to mention that Ye Wan is just a little girl, but at this moment the PK is a male anchor, Brother Wu Shu has already made up his mind to accommodate and cooperate with the other party throughout the process.

After all, he has practiced.

If you want the other party to cooperate with him, isn't that a joke.

"Hello!"

Ye Wan didn't refuse, "Why don't you just do boxing or something, and I'll learn from you, okay?"

Brother Wushu breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that the other party would only want to show off, she would sing and he would punch him or something.

What did that become?

He is popularizing Chinese martial arts, not performing juggling on stage.

"it is good."

Martial arts brother stood like a pine, and the whole person's momentum was different.

When the imposing music sounded like a rainbow, Ye Wan imitated the appearance of a martial arts brother, with both hands clenched fists hanging by his side, carefully watching his every move.

Wushu brother started to punch.

Ye Wan didn't move.

When the Wushu brother landed on the ground with a volley.

Ye Wan still didn't move.

Ten minutes later, Brother Wushu retracted his punches, a layer of sweat already appearing on his forehead.

Ye Wan spoke, "Can I do it again?"

Brother Wushu was taken aback.

The barrage in the live broadcast room floated out mercilessly.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You came here to watch the show, right? You said it was a live broadcast interaction, where did you interact? I still want to watch the show, have you paid the ticket yet?"

"That's right! x-on:飞鱼客服, how did your top 50 anchors PK come up here? You came here as a vase, right?"

"If you stay quiet and don't come out to show your presence, I will bear it, beauty, I advise you, don't take ignorance as your personality, we will not accept this kind of thing!"

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The scolding was like thunder.

Ye Wan remained motionless, only looking at Brother Wushu, "Can I do it again?"