My martial arts master is too crazy, 3000 million black fans

Chapter 4: The anti-fans haven’t come to worship yet!
"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Keep pumping your fists.

The sandbag was swinging around after being hit.

Fun!

Jiang Yang has never felt so enjoyable, and he has never felt so strong.

With his current strength, he can easily defeat three or five ordinary people.

Next, Jiang Yang made a video of boxing.

Adjust the shooting angle of your mobile phone and turn on the lights in the room so that the light is brighter.

He also took off his shirt, exposing his upper body muscles.

ok.

Keep hitting the sandbags.

The mobile phone is taking pictures.

After shooting a few minutes of video, importing it into a laptop, editing it, and adding an exciting music background, a video work was completed.

"Hey, brother, with these toned muscles and the strength of his fists, why can't female fans scream?" Jiang Yang looked at the video effect and was quite narcissistic.

Upload your work.

Also, the three-hour live broadcast in the morning was recorded on my mobile phone. I also edited a 2-minute short video work, posted it, and sent it to the Bilibili platform.

These are two works.

Next is waiting.

Netizens can’t wait to come and pay homage!

result--

10 minutes have passed, and "Work 1" has not received a single like or comment.

"Work 2" is a video of a banner, challenging the monk Yihu, some likes, and comments.

Half an hour passed.

Work 1: 0 likes, 1 comment

Work 2: 20 likes, 60 comment

No way?
There was only one comment on the video of him showing off his real kung fu, and it was still ridiculing, "It's all dead muscles, it's not useful."

What words?What is this?

If you say I have dead muscles, this must be a negative fan.

An hour passed.

Work 1: 5 likes, 4 comment

Work 2: 80 likes, 120 comment

Hey, why is this happening?

Jiang Yang looked at the data of the two works and was a little confused.

Why is the data of the first work so poor?

Isn't it a good shot?
Okay.

Jiang Yang didn't feel there was anything wrong with the filming. Every punch he punched against the sandbag was so powerful that he looked so handsome no matter how he looked.

"Damn it, no one is watching the real Kungfu show." Jiang Yang complained.

As long as the experts can see his fists, each of his punches in the video is very powerful, and this is the level of professional boxers. This is real Kung Fu.

This year’s netizens are not good!

Is it okay to just rub traffic and heat?

Jiang Yang thought about it carefully again.

It should be the reason for the video, not that the video was not shot well, but because it was a video, netizens couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

You say you have real skills, but who knows?
Videos can be edited, and even props can be faked.

Originally, most netizens watched videos as a kind of entertainment. Who cares whether it is real or fake, just watch it happily and watch the excitement.

Now Jiang Yang somewhat understands that those Internet celebrities want to engage in various PKs, commercial hype, and play scripts.

Fans still accept this.

We have to continue to use traffic.

Next, Jiang Yang continued to experience physical changes, understand the power of the golden bell, and also understand the system's points mall.

The points mall contains secret books, elixirs, and various auxiliary medicines and medicinal materials from various sects. Some medicinal materials are also rare treasures that have disappeared in the real world. You can purchase them as long as you have enough points.

Jiang Yang did not buy it, but first accumulated points to upgrade the golden bell.

Calendar flipped.

The next day on Sunday, at the same time and at the same place in the county pedestrian street, Jiang Yang came again, pulled up a banner, started a live broadcast, and shouted to challenge the monk Yihu.

The words on the banner were changed, "Monk Yihu, if you are a man, fight with me!"

His tone became more arrogant. "Is that the young man from yesterday here again?"

"Are you addicted to porcelain?"

"What is this man doing?"

Once again, many people gathered around to watch.

An old man stepped forward and asked, "Young man, if you have real skills, show off your skills!"

"Show your hands!"

"Do you have any real skills?"

"Young man, are you hyping up?"

Several people were curious.

Show your hands?
No, Jiang Yang ignored it.

Just keep the same style as yesterday, talk less and have a cool "master" demeanor.

Yesterday, some onlookers asked him to show his hands, but they ignored him.

If you want to watch the performance, you should buy some gifts and reward them!

There are so many people watching, and no one rewards them. Gifts are all for nothing.

Jiang Yang ignored the pointing fingers of the people around him and focused on the live broadcast on his mobile phone.

There is a barrage.

In less than 10 minutes, there were more than 100 netizens in the live broadcast room.

"Why did I hit him again? Didn't I block him?"

In the boys' apartment, Chen Peng's mobile phone flickered to Jiang Yang's live broadcast room.

He remembered that he had been blocked yesterday.

It was blocked, and the one he got was a small account.

There were five mobile phones in front of Jiang Yang, five trumpets and five live broadcast rooms opened.

This is called matrix play. Some anchors have hundreds of mobile phones in front of them during live broadcasts. Jiang Yang has no money and can only buy five mobile phones.

"Monk Yihu, if he is a man, fight with me." Chen Peng read out the words on the banner with a look of contempt on his face, "So arrogant, if I were Monk Yihu, I would really want to beat him."

Hey, not right.

This guy is probably eager for the monk to beat him up.

He was just trying to gain traffic.

If the monk Yihu really wanted to beat him up, wouldn't he just fall into his trap?
I guess this guy knows that Monk Yihu can't ignore him, so he dares to make such a noise, right?

Chen Peng guessed so.

According to common sense, it is impossible for the monk Yihu to pay attention to him, and it is impossible to fight Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang is a nobody.

Monk Yihu is a professional player, a big internet celebrity, with millions of fans across the internet. How could he fight with an unknown civilian? That would not be a degradation of his status.

After thinking about this, Chen Peng despised him even more

"Pull black!"

Chen Peng directly blocked him, out of sight but out of mind.

On the pedestrian street, there were more people watching than yesterday.

"If I challenge Yihu with this body, I can beat him." The speaker was a tall, burly muscular man in the crowd, a fitness instructor.

The fitness instructor looked at Jiang Yang with contempt.

Coincidentally, there were several netizens in the live broadcast room saying, "I can KO you without Yihu taking action."

He wanted to teach Jiang Yang a lesson on behalf of Yihu.

However, reality is not the Internet.

The fitness coach is just saying that if he really wins, he will have to pay the medical bills, but if he loses, he will lose face.

After a few seconds, the fitness instructor left.

why did you leave?

Jiang Yang was still a little disappointed. He had heard the fitness instructor's disdainful words and expected this person to provoke him.

Yesterday, through various experiments at home, Jiang Yang roughly understood his own strength. It was not enough to defeat a tiger, but he had no problem defeating ordinary people.

Like the fitness trainer just now, he can play three.

Having strength makes me feel at ease.

Don't be afraid of fighting.

What's more, if there is a real conflict, isn't it just heat?
Wouldn't it be nice to gain another wave of popularity?

It's a pity that I only know how to talk.

Jiang Yang looked at the fitness coach's leaving figure, a little regretful... Oh, yes, there is no conflict, I can create conflicts and create hot spots!

Let's find some actors.

Can I find a few trustees?
(End of this chapter)