The strongest devil fruit tree in Journey to the West

Chapter 249 Being Slapped in the Face (Part [-])

"Yang Yu, is someone really watching us?" Looking at Yang Yu, Monkey King asked very curiously.

"There are indeed people watching." Yang Yu nodded, temporarily ignoring the live broadcast, and let him quietly film himself and Monkey King, but his spiritual consciousness has already diffused, because the four of Yang Yu have already entered the territory of Pingdingshan .

"Hey, hey, hey, hey..."

Sure enough, less than an hour after walking out, everyone saw an old man lying on the ground clutching his right leg, screaming, looking very miserable.

"Well, what's ahead?" Tang Seng's complexion changed, he quickly got down on the little white dragon, stepped out quickly, and rushed in the direction of the old man.

"Amitabha, old man, what's wrong with you?" Tang Seng asked with great concern, supporting the old man.

"This elder, old man, I was originally here to pick some wild vegetables in the mountains today. Who knows, I was hit by a rock on the way and hurt my feet. I can't walk for a while," the old man's eyes flickered, looking Looking at Tang Seng, he said very painfully.

"Old man, is your home far from here?" Everyone looked at Yang Yu and Kui Mulang with strange expressions.

"It's only a short distance away, old man, I hurt my foot, otherwise I would have gone home to rest by myself, why would I stay in this mountain forest, here, there are many hanging bugs," the old man looked at Tang Seng, his face With a painful color on it.

"There's one here." Yang Yu said, pointing to the little white dragon beside him, with a weird smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Ah..." The old man's eyes froze for a moment, but his reaction was very quick. When he turned his head and saw the little white dragon, he immediately grabbed Tang Seng tightly and yelled loudly.

"Hehe." With a smile on his face, Yang Yu quietly watched the old man acting here.

"Don't be afraid, old man. This white tiger is the poor monk's mount. It won't hurt anyone. Don't be afraid." Tang Seng quickly comforted the old man.

"This... this is a tiger." I have to say, the old man acted very similarly.

"It's okay. My apprentices are stronger than tigers. Don't be afraid of me. Since I'm injured and can't go home, let's send him back along the way." Tang Seng nodded and said.

"If that's the case, then I'd really like to thank the elder." The old man quickly thanked.

"Come on the poor monk's mount, this white tiger is very annoying, the old man is injured and it's just right to sit on it," Tang Seng said with a smile on his face.

"No, no, it's a tiger. I don't dare to sit on a tiger, old man. I'm afraid even if I see it." The old man shook his head quickly, with a look of fear on his face,
"Hehe..." Yang Yu watched quietly, knowing what the old man was planning.

"It's better to let Bajie carry the old man on his back. He is big and strong, and he must be very stable when carrying people on his back." Monkey King stood aside and said with a smile.

"Don't call me an old pig, I'm an old pig, I'm sure I'll be bumpy when I carry someone on my back." Zhu Bajie immediately shied away.

"Pig demon..." The old man pointed at Zhu Bajie with a frightened expression on his face.

"Then Sand Monk, my three apprentices are fine." Tang Seng sighed, feeling helpless for his apprentices.

"This is, is this a murderer Shura? No way, it's too scary." The old man's face was pale, terrified, and his expression was also terrified.

"Let my old grandson carry you." Sun Wukong walked up, with a smile on his face, his eyes shining with golden light, and he had already seen that the old man's real body was King Yinjiao.

"Monster, monster." The old man passed out directly, pretending to be very similar.

"This..." Tang Seng and the four looked at each other, and Sun Wukong raised his brows slightly. He really never thought that this monster would pretend to be unconscious.

"666, if this acting skill is used in our filming, he will definitely be the best actor,"

"There is no one left for the Silver Horn King."

"I have to say, this King Silver Horn looks very similar."

For a while, all kinds of comments in Yang Yu's live broadcast room were brushed up, but one thing was the same, and everyone was boiling.

Who can not be excited to see the real Journey to the West, and the famous Pingdingshan Golden Horn and Silver Horn.

"Then let's carry it for the teacher, the old man is already so old, we can't just ignore it," Tang Seng shook his head slightly, and wanted to carry the old man on his own.

"Eh..." However, Tang Seng moved for a few minutes, but he couldn't carry the old man on his back, instead he was out of breath.

"..." In the end, Tang Seng gave up, and then, Tang Seng, his master and his disciples looked at Yang Yu together, with strange expressions on their faces.

Among them, Sun Wukong has the strangest face. He knows the identity of King Silver Horn. From the behavior of King Silver Horn, he can tell that this is for Yang Yu.

"2333, Did the anchor offend the Silver Horn King? Why didn't he deal with our monkey brother, but instead set his sights on the anchor."

"Booming in a trance..."

"666, King Yinjiao did a good job. You suppressed this little boy. I have long been upset to see the anchor's little boy."

"2333, the anchor will be suppressed"

"666666"

"66666!!!"

Immediately, the screen was swiped again, and everyone burst into laughter, waiting to see Yang Yu be suppressed.

"Let me recite it." Yang Yu smiled, did not refuse, walked directly to the old man, lit up and began to recite.

"That's good, thank you, Daoist Yang Yu." Tang Seng clasped his hands together and said very gratefully.

"Nothing, let's just do a good deed every day." Yang Yu smiled slightly, and started on his way with the old man on his back.

"Sit back and watch the anchor get suppressed."

"Sit back and watch the anchor get suppressed."

"Sit back and watch the anchor get suppressed."

……

For a moment, at the moment when Yang Yu carried King Yinjiao on his back, this sentence flashed across the screen, without any other words.

"Fuck, I'm the Great Emperor of Reincarnation. Are you overthinking that this little monster can suppress me?" Yang Yu looked at the barrage, his face darkened.

"If you are not suppressed, my old king will give you ten more treasure maps!"

"666, if you have not been suppressed, I, Haotian, will also give you ten treasure maps!"

"I'm coming too..."

Immediately, all the audience began to bet with Yang Yu, and they all believed that Yang Yu would be suppressed.

"Wuliang Tianzun, Pindao is angry!" Yang Yu's face was dark, his spirit was hit, and he began to stare at King Yinjiao.

This time I really can't mess around, I was suppressed by the Silver Horn King, otherwise there will be face in the future.

After walking for a long time, Yang Yu, like Sun Wukong, directly left the team and walked to a place far away, wanting to teach this Yinjiao Dawang Wanzun a severe lesson.

"Eh..." However, just as he walked to an open space, Yang Yu's face suddenly darkened, the corners of his mouth twitched, and the corners of his eyes kept twitching.

Why?

Because Yang Yu could feel that the weight behind him had multiplied countless times, like a big mountain.

(End of this chapter)