"Mr. Ye, have you... prepared a gift?" Nangong Wen asked.
"Do you still need to prepare this thing?" Ye Qingyang said nonchalantly: "Just do it on site!"
As he spoke, he took out a crumpled tissue from his trouser pocket.
He raised his head and asked at the director's table: "Do you have any oil pens? Watercolor pens are also fine!"
"Bring it to him!"
Chen Tiance said to his subordinates.
At this time, all the eyes on the scene were staring at Ye Qingyang intently, just to see what tricks he could come up with.
Ye Qingyang took the pen, found a table, spread out the crumpled paper towel, and carefully sketched on it.
"What is he doing?"
"Painting on the spot? Or writing calligraphy on the spot?"
"Stop making trouble, what will happen if you draw flowers?"
"This is the first time I've seen someone draw with paper towels. Hahaha, this guy is really funny."
...
At this time, everyone started talking with a sneer on their faces.
The people in the Nangong family were even more upset.
"Uncle, what is Mr. Ye doing?" Nangong Aotian asked.
"I don't know!" Nangong Wen shook his head and said solemnly: "I hope Mr. Ye is not joking!"
"No!" Nangong Aoxue said with determination: "Qingyang is definitely very capable in some big things, I believe in him!"
"Yes, I agree with sister, Qingyang will definitely not let us down!" Nangong Aoyu said.
At this time, Ye Qingyang was still carefully sketching on the paper towel.
Six or seven minutes have passed, and everyone is obviously a little impatient!
"What are you doing?"
"This is the top meeting in the martial arts world. Are we just allowed to watch this kind of neurotic show?"
"Oh, after attending so many meetings, this year is the most fancy one!"
...
Seeing everyone putting pressure on Ye Qingyang, the Miao family was very happy.
"Ye Qingyang, hurry up! We don't have time to waste with you!"
Miao Yunfeng also urged.
"What's the rush? It'll be over soon!"
Ye Qingyang drew the last few strokes with a big stroke of his pen.
Then, he blew on the tissue and said with great satisfaction: "OK! It's perfect!"
The subordinate stepped forward and handed the tissue to the director's table.
Several directors stepped forward to take a look, and suddenly their faces turned blue with anger.
I saw some messy lines drawn on the crumpled tissue.
Those lines are connected together randomly, as if they are drawing a little person.
The villain is still a male, with a small penis underneath...
"This...this is your gift??" Chen Tiance's beard trembled with anger.
Everyone has been waiting for you quietly for almost ten minutes, and in the end, you drew a nasty little figure on the crumpled toilet paper for us to see?
This is simply ridiculous!
"Nangong Wen!" Chen Tiance shouted to Nangong Wen: "Are you sure this is the gift from the Nangong family?"
He shook the tissue and said with an angry face: "You are simply irresponsible to the martial arts world. You are teasing and toying with everyone present, and it is also an insult to our solemn meeting! I don't think your Nangong family wants to
Stay in the ranks of the top ten families!"
Chen Tiance was rarely so angry, which frightened Nangong Wen.
"Mr. Chen, this...you are exaggerating!" Nangong Wen said.
"I'm serious? Humph, you can see for yourself!"
Chen Tiance waved his hand and threw the tissue directly to the ground.
Nangong Wen hurried forward, picked it up and took a look, and was dumbfounded.
this......
Everyone quickly gathered around, took a look, and burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, is this a picture of a chicken eating rice?"
"No, this is a little man, and there is a little penis underneath! The painting is really comprehensive, hahaha!"
"The lines are messy, what are they? Can a three-year-old child draw better than this?"
...
After the Miao family members saw the tissue, they almost burst out laughing, holding their stomachs.
Miao Cangshan teased: "Nangong Wen, this gift you gave is really unique. It can actually make everyone laugh. In my opinion, your Nangong family is just a joke!"
As soon as these words came out, another burst of laughter broke out all around, spreading throughout the square and echoing endlessly.
Nangong Wen’s face turned dark!
"I said, Mr. Ye... this is too much of a child's play! By playing like this, you are getting my Nangong family involved! Alas!"
Nangong Wen sighed heavily, with a look of despair.
"Dad, let me take a look!"
Nangong Aoyu and Nangong Aoxue squeezed forward, and when they first saw the tissue, they were both dumbfounded.
However, Nangong Aoxue said seriously: "Dad, I believe Qingyang is not joking. There must be a mystery to his painting!"
Then she looked at Ye Qingyang with her beautiful eyes, and said expectantly: "Qingyang, am I right?"
However, before Ye Qingyang could say anything, Miao Cangshan slammed the table.
"Don't stop making excuses!" Miao Cangshan stepped forward and pointed at the piece of toilet paper angrily: "This thing, even if you make it up, it is still a kindergarten child's painting! Today is the top meeting in the martial arts world, isn't it?
Children competing in painting! You Nangong family, stop insulting your IQ! Get out of the venue and withdraw from the top ten families!"
Now the Miao family had an excuse.
In an instant, the Miao family's momentum surged. Miao Cangshan stood on the moral high ground and bombarded the Nangong family like a storm.
Moreover, he even incited the emotions of the whole audience and forced the Nangong family to retreat.
At this moment, Ye Qingyang shook his head and sneered: "Oh, it's so disappointing, so disappointing!"
"Why are you disappointed?" Chen Tiance shouted.
"In such a large venue, martial arts masters gather, there are more than a dozen masters present, and five masters are sitting in charge. As a result, you can't see what I drew!" Ye Qingyang said: "Giving such treasures to you is simply a waste of natural resources.
That’s it, I take it back!”
Saying that, Ye Qingyang took the paper towel, crumpled it into a ball and held it in his hand.
"etc!"
Suddenly a loud shout came.
I saw a sword energy coming out of thin air, passing by Ye Qingyang, and directly cutting a marble sculpture in the square into two pieces.
Boom.
The sculpture fell to the ground with a crash, sending up a plume of smoke and dust.
"What a powerful sword spirit!"
Everyone was shocked and looked towards the director's table.
Astonishingly, Mr. Hu waved his hand and shot out a stream of true energy from the fingers of his left hand, which was as sharp as a sword energy and cut the stone sculpture into two pieces.
"Master Hu, the killing power of your wave is so terrifying. What kind of practice is this?" Miao Cangshan said in a slightly flattering tone.
Mr. Hu ignored Miao Cangshan, but looked at Ye Qingyang in surprise: "Young man, what you gave us is an epoch-making treasure for the martial arts world! It's great, it's amazing!!
"
"What?"
Suddenly, everyone was confused and froze on the spot.