Mr. Long was not angry, but said with a look of surprise:

"How do you know? My grandson Long is just learning to cook!"

"He cooks very well!"

"Although it is far inferior to Cheng's apprentice Mingzhen, he is a closed disciple trained by Lao Zao himself, so there is no way to compare."

Old man Li was furious and shouted at Cheng Fan, who was in high spirits:

"Boy Cheng, you are a young man. You should have heard of Wudaokou Vocational and Technical College, right?"

"Talk to these two old things!"

"Old man, I really can't stand them anymore!"

Old Man Li's sad and angry voice came to Cheng Fan's ears.

Cheng Fan's footsteps implicitly contain the Beidou Tiangang, and he avoided one ray of light after another while he was moving.

All his thoughts were on the formation, and he focused on analyzing and dismantling the shadow of the formation behind this Buddhist joint attack technique, and he didn't hear what Old Man Li was saying at all.

"Wudaokou? Not familiar with it."

Cheng Fan casually evaded and avoided a whip of light on his back.

Old man Li is so jade-like. Why haven’t even heard of the name of his school?

Do you have to say that he has studied "Huaqing University" clearly?

Why is it so difficult to pretend to be a dumb these days?

Old Man Li shook his head and sighed, shook his head helplessly.

Seeing Cheng Fan only defending but not attacking, those people chasing him sweating, but could not touch the corner of Cheng Fan's clothes, he felt a little bored.

"Xiao Cheng, can you stop running? At least fight back!"

"It doesn't hurt if you get hit by the broken light tube."

Old man Li muttered dissatisfiedly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a pink "neon fire stick" brushed across a square table in the Buddhist temple.
Chapter completed!