Lonely.

There are a bunch of people on the left.

There are a bunch of people on the right.

The teenager with maroon hair and the blond young man in the middle looked very eye-catching.

Some of the casual cultivators who had just entered the venue had not yet realized what had happened. They had no idea about the specific things that happened the day before, so they all looked at Zhang Ye.

A young sect girl wrapped in gauze on her forehead saw an old acquaintance and pulled him over to introduce him: "Senior Brother Sun, let me introduce you to me. This is brother Chen Zhen and Chen. Everyone was bullied yesterday. Thanks to Brother Chen, who took the initiative to lead everyone to fight with the big sect to the end. At night, Brother Chen was the first to rush up and led everyone to scold the people of the big sect all night. He was very nice and very righteous!"

When the senior brother Sun heard this, he also hugged his fist with admiration, "Brother Chen Zhen, I'm glad you will be! I didn't catch up yesterday and didn't help. I'm so ashamed."

I forgot to say that Zhang Ye was shameless and successfully named Chen Zhen at the National Art Conference.

Hearing the greetings from others, Zhang Ye clasped his fists and smiled: "You are kind, you see unfairness on the road, so draw your sword to help!"

A casual cultivator with bandage on his arm: "Brother Chen Zhen, I will introduce you to a master too!"

The little disciple who had sealed the gauze with one eye: "Brother Chen Zhen, this is Senior Liu from Dahu Clinic. I want to know you too!"

Little luoli Chenchen laughed a little while ago.

She gave Zhang Ye a blank look. She attended the martial arts conference for the first time, or this guy was confused by his acting skills, but in just one night, he had completely integrated into this circle and became a celebrity in this circle with great prestige. So, the facts proved that it is gold that can shine anywhere; it is a stick that can be mixed everywhere!

Just as everyone was chatting, the eye-catching young men and young men with maroon and blond hair in the center of the venue had no intention of moving. They were holding a face that was turned aside from the left and right.

Not long after, Huashan sent him to the scene.

All the clothes looked very imposing. The only disadvantage was that some people limped, some were bandaged, and some people picked up a wooden stick from the mountain and made it into a crutch.

Kunlun sent him to the scene.

There were seventeen Taoist priests in total, fifteen of them all looked like they were bruised and swollen. One of them was covered with gauze and covered with three layers inside and three layers outside.

The monks from the Shaolin Sect were also present.

A monk's beard was pulled off, a monk's eyes were beaten to the point of being ashen, and another monk kept his mouth shut. When his teeth were occasionally exposed, his two front teeth were empty...

One after another, basically everyone who should be present was present.

The senior executives of the National Arts Association looked at everyone and were speechless for a moment.

The masters of the Shaolin Sect who had broken beards and lacked front teeth, and then look at the "masters" of other sects who limped and even had their slaughter. The entire venue was in tragic, and almost everyone was wearing gauze.

It's so fucking weird...

Is this a martial arts competition for the disabled?

They were all sighing. In the past, the National Art Conference was booming and vigorous. Everyone had a high pursuit of martial arts. From time to time, they discussed each other's moves, and the learning atmosphere was strong. But why did this year suddenly become this virtue?

What a fuss?

After a moment of silence in the scene, Zhou Tianpeng walked onto the ring, picked up the microphone, debugged the sound, and looked at the people below and said, "I am Zhou Tianpeng, the current leader of Zhou Jiaquan and the vice president of the National Arts Association. Everyone should know each other, so I won't introduce myself in detail."

This is a man in his forties or fifties. He has no characteristics in his physique. Although he is not thin, he is definitely not burly. He is 1.7 meters tall and is over 130 kilograms. In the cold wind, he only wore a single dress, a black training robe with the logo of Zhou Jiaquan on it. He was very imposing. Whenever he stood there, he knew that he was a tough guy.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he found that in the middle of the venue, the young man with a maroon-haired hair actually took out a folding chair from his backpack on his back and placed it in front of him, then took out a lot of small props, and a sign was erected next to it, with a few words on the sign.

"Elite mobile phone film, 198 yuan, no bargaining."

"I love to post, I don't post."

Zhou Tianpeng: “…”

Chen Xi, not far behind him: "..."

The monk of Shaolin Temple: "..."

Kunlun Sect members: "..."

Iron Sand Palm Disciple: "..."

The head of Huashan School: "..."

...

puff.

Zhang Ye and the casual cultivators stood together and were immediately happy to see this scene. This guy is interesting! Is this here to make trouble?

Well done!

In the middle of the venue, the blonde young man was a little embarrassed when facing the eyes of everyone. He looked at the boy beside him and scratched his head: "Master... there are many people... here..."

Su Nan didn't raise his head and concentrated on wiping the props on the folding chair: "Are you looking at us? So what? Do you care about other people's gaze?"

The blonde young man was speechless: "Master...the disciple...after all...the patriarch is also the patriarch of the Anthony family...we don't need to put on...the film here, right?"

Su Nan's movement of wiping props stopped: "You have changed, you have learned to question your master."

"..." The blonde young man: "Master, the disciple has no meaning!"

...

Zhang Ye was not far away, and he ate a lot of agility fruits, speed fruits, etc. His physical fitness was no longer comparable to others. He could hear the subtle sound in the middle of the venue clearly. Then, he was happy again.

"Hey, Chenchen, this guy is quite interesting."

The corner of Xiaoluoli Chenchen's mouth twitched: "Haha."

...

The small blue veins on Chen Xi's forehead trembled twice, and he said softly: "Who is the person there? Isn't someone here to drive them away yet!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone next to him whispered: "Master Chen, I have never seen that young man with a maroon hair before, I don't know. But that blonde young man is the current patriarch of the Anthony family. The matter we did before about 'fighting for special funds from the National Arts Association'... was due to his contribution."

Chen Xi shook his face again: "Then we can't let them do this! Think of what place is this? Is the vegetable market?"

"Okay, go communicate now."

...

The contestants on both sides of Su Nan and the blonde young Anthony were about to kneel.

What are you going to do?

Are you setting up a stall at the National Arts Conference?

What an international joke!

"Hey, what is that boy doing..."

"Are you blind? Can't you see someone setting up a stand with a mobile phone film?"

"...Damn you don't understand what I asked, do you mean?"

"What's that boy joking?"

A staff member came forward to coordinate and communicate. After almost a minute, the staff left. The blonde young man looked at his master, thought for a while, and suddenly rushed forward and hugged his thigh: "Master..."

Su Nan sighed.

It seems that the filming profession cannot continue here.
Chapter completed!