Zuo Qinglong had no choice but to go into battle himself.

He covered the bowl-thick wooden stick in his hand with a layer of metal lumps, turning it into a mace.

He roared:

"Watch out, netizens in the live broadcast room!"

"The Masked Brother's secret of taming monsters is about to be revealed to you!"

"Learn as much as you can!"

"It depends on your luck!"

Zuo Qinglong walked towards this group of little brothers,

Don’t know how to queue? Pick one!

Don't know where to stand? Draw!

Disobedient? Slap!

Don’t know where you are? Draw!

Put you in the position that belongs to you!

Suddenly, a series of screams, comparable to the screams of pigs being slaughtered, rang out at the scene...

As the saying goes: "A good son is made under the stick, and a good brother cannot be made without being beaten!"

After his lecture, which was called "for your own good", the magic wolves and wild boars stood obediently in their own positions.

Zuo Qinglong: "Everyone stand still!"

"When I say punch, I punch."

"When I say kick, I kick!"

"Ready, set, go!"

"What are you doing? What are you doing!"

"Quick, strike out your left claw, hum hum hasi!"

"Quick, kick out your right leg, hum hum hasi!"

"Martial beasts, remember, the strong are invincible!"

“Who is doing Tai Chi so well?”

"It's me, it's me, I'm teaching you Tai Chi!"

"What are you doing? What are you doing!"

"Quick, strike out your right claw, hum hum hasi!"

"Quick, kick out your left leg, hum hum hasi!"

…

Zuo Qinglong shouted, "Remember! Practice like this!"

"If you can master this martial art, you will become a great warrior in the future!"