Yan Feng glanced at him lightly.

"Yes! Last year, a 'very capable' young man came to me and said he would suffocate for his dream? Now no one dares to return to China..."

"Well……"

…

"Come on, Uncle Fan! Come on, Uncle Fan... Yeah! We win! We win!"

Xiaoyu sat on Meng Lang's neck and cheered hard in the audience. Among everyone, this little Douding was the one who was considered a qualified cheerleader.

In the end, Fan Shigang won the official mountaineering qualification for the "Twelve Road Tan Legs Team" at the cost of a few big footprints on his body.

Colleagues from various sects held their fists in congratulations one after another, and Yan Feng returned the greetings one by one with a smile.

When passing by Meng Lang, Meng Lang also smiled and said, "Master Yan, congratulations!"

"snort!"

"Well……"

Meng Lang's smile froze on his face.

Three question marks immediately appeared on my forehead...

He just... was snorting at me, right?

Where did he offend?

Meng Lang came to his senses and was immediately speechless.

This little old man, if you scold him, he will praise you very much.

If you have a better attitude, you actually drag me along!
Chapter completed!