Eight-year-old little Celestial Master: Catching ghosts was broadcast live on the entire Internet

The expected answer is that no one can persuade this expectant mother to leave at this juncture.

Zhang Tianling knew this, and after saying "um", he stopped staying and walked forward slowly.

At the same time, a spiritual power enveloped his voice and penetrated into Bai Shuang's ears: "If there is an emergency, you quickly pull my mother away."

Bai Shuang was stunned for a moment, and when he looked at Zhang Tianling again, he found that he also looked back.

"Shh......h Don't talk, I'm sure.

White Frost looked uneasy, but nodded vigorously, she chose to believe unconditionally in this terrible boy who was so calm that she was afraid.

In the midst of laughter, the thin Zhang Tianling came to the table, with no three domineering young men in his eyes, and only stared directly at the crockpot with an expressionless face.

At the seal, a small piece of hemp rope was breaking at an imperceptible speed, tearing into several thin threads like silk.

"Can you stop this show, I have bad feelings. Zhang Tianling said to the host beside him.

Even he knew that the termination of the show was just an unrealistic fantasy, and there was not enough time to leave with a crockpot, but he was still unwilling to give up even a glimmer of hope.

"I don't count if I say it," no miracle happened, and the host said casually, "Children, don't move, just stand." "

Little one, are you scared before you start?" said the young man directly opposite.

"Remember to get under the table later.

"Pulling you up is to increase the highlights-you know the highlights, right?"

"Hahahaha......

" Zhang Tianling stabilized his mind and raised his eyes to look at the three of them: "It's you who should drill under the table." This

is both irony and counsel. Whether they do it or not, Zhang Tianling has fulfilled his duty of reminding.

He didn't want to be distracted by the safety of these three people when the crisis came.

"Who taught you to contradict adults?"

"If you don't learn at a young age, you will learn to be hard-mouthed." "

Wearing a mask is afraid of crying and being seen, right?"

The three of them said one by one, and they seemed to collude to attack Zhang Tianling.

Zhang Tianling was not only not annoyed, but felt that their arrogance of not talking about martial arts was really ridiculous.

"Ahem......" The host gave a look, and several people immediately stopped and stood up straight.

He picked up the microphone and said, "Let's ask Master Ma to cast a spell and use the 'Soul Summoning Spell' to wake up the ghosts!" The

magnificent accompaniment sounded, and I saw Master Ma in a white robe, holding a talisman in his hand, coming to the table, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his mouth was chanting.

Zhang Tianling wanted to secretly interrupt his spell casting to prevent him from disturbing the situation, but when he saw the pattern on the talisman clearly, he put his heart down again.

There is no "spirit summoning spell", it is clearly just a low-end spell that Zhang Feng Ma Niu has nothing to do, and it can only be used for lighting.

Zhang Tianling calmed down, while closely watching the situation of the tank, he called out all the usable talismans in the system library, and soon stuffed all the four pockets of his body into bulging.

Master Ma walked around the stage with a chattering sound, and suddenly shouted, and the talisman flew up in response to the dazzling light, and the accompaniment became rumbling like thunder.

The audience could only see the white expanse on the stage, and they couldn't even see the figure clearly, all of them leaned forward urgently, and their necks were stretched out.

When the light dissipated, everyone was stunned by the sight in front of them - on the stage, the crockpot was actually suspended in the air!"

The host glared dryly, and said with a microphone.

"I did it by myself. The director said triumphantly.

Zhang Tianling, who was under the clay pot, naturally caught a glimpse of two thin steel wires hanging from it, but the other three did not show any doubts, they all grew their mouths and tried to make "surprised" expressions.

Zhang Tianling suddenly realized that not only the crockpot was manipulated, but only he was a complete "amateur" among the four audience members on stage, and the rest were arranged in advance.

"It seems that the ghost has woken up!" the host exclaimed, "Who will it choose!"

The speed of the crockpot spun up suddenly, and Zhang Tianling smelled the faint fishy smell that permeated it.

When I was thinking about whether to force my hand in public, I heard the crockpot suddenly emit a "bang" sound of airflow, and a thick black gas continued to overflow from the seal, just like the cold air rising when you open the refrigerator in summer.

Zhang Tianling quickly condensed his spiritual power into his hands, but the crockpot seemed to sense something, and gradually floated towards the top of Zhang Tianling's head, and the speed at which the black qi overflowed was faster.

Zhang Tianling was in a dilemma for a while, and the accumulation of strength was not to calm the spiritual power, let alone to calm the spiritual power. The two sides are at a stalemate.