God's Chosen New Era: I Almost Got Funeral in C Position

The Supreme has descended, a new era has arrived, and the Divine Selection is reopened. Host: It's a big stage for God's selection, and everyone will be selected. Thousands of gods and demons: Don't come over! Supreme: Noisy! Go to Chai Yi. Thousands of gods and demons transformed into blazing energy ripples, The altar fire was rekindled, and the epochal astrolabe was restarted. Countless heroes, heroes, demons, and ghosts from all over the world were forced to appear on the stage. Li Xiangyang, who was riding a second-hand Fat Boy motorcycle that he had modified by himself and driving on the coastal road with a big red hawk in his mouth, came to the stage inexplicably. Host: What's your unique skill? Li Xiangyang: I live broadcast during the day, set up stalls at evening markets, and sing at nightclubs. In addition, I also smoke, drink, don't perm my hair, love to complain, love homophonic memes, love... Manager: Stop! That's it. The judge on the high platform, an old man riding a bull silently gave you a like, Young man, I wish you a smooth journey.