God-level Perspective

Chapter 152 Mr. Nothing

"Master-level works can definitely be called master-level works!"

"Yes, Mr. Ye can carve such exquisite portraits at such a young age. He can be called a master of this skill."

"Mr. Zhou, congratulations for being able to teach such an outstanding disciple!" The surrounding guests began to congratulate Zhou Mingshan. Hearing these words, Zhou Mingshan gave a wry smile in his heart. Regarding Ye Han, he has nothing. I have taught, but Zhou Mingshan is very pleased and proud that his disciple is so outstanding. Compared with him, Ning Haotian's disciple has no right to show off in front of him.

"Damn, this woman is so beautiful, but why do I feel a little familiar, sister Yun'er, do you think?" Young Master Tang looked at the portrait with bright eyes, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt the portrait A little familiar, Zhou Yun'er was shocked when she saw Ye Han carved such an exquisite masterwork. Now, when she heard Young Master Tang's words, her heart skipped a beat, and she looked at the portrait carefully. This... ...isn't it herself!

"Bring the paintbrush." ​​At this moment, Ye Han said, and someone in the hotel brought the paintbrush immediately, and then Ye Han took the paintbrush and began to paint on the portrait. After a while, a lifelike beauty appeared. In front of everyone's eyes, this beauty's demeanor, body shape, and charm seem to be captured by a camera. No, this portrait is more charming than the one captured by the camera. , a slight smile is very charming.

in an instant.

The whole hotel is boiling!

"Oh my god, this sculpture is Ms. Zhou herself. It's so similar. It's no different from a real person. It's even more beautiful than the ones taken by a camera."

"The hand of God, it is the hand of God! It is impossible to find a few people in the whole world who can carve a person so full of charm, just like a real person."

Surrounded by shock and excitement, even Chen Jianye and Ye Anbang were like this. In terms of sculpture art, who can carve a person like this? It is completely carved out of the same mold as a real person. This kind of craftsmanship is difficult even for masters like Zhou Mingshan and Ning Haotian.

At this moment, Zhou Yuner felt as if she was drunk. The whole person was fascinated by Ye Han's sudden surprise. She was immersed in the ocean of happiness and emotion, unable to extricate herself. This little man wanted to be moved to death !

"Oh, what a bargain! Dear Ye, your hands are like gods. It's amazing. This work is so beautiful. You are the most romantic man in the world!" Alice looked at Zhou Yuner's hands in Ye Han's hands. The statue, countless stars suddenly appeared in her eyes, and she worshiped it extremely.

At this moment, it wasn't just Alice who was worshiping Ye Han. In the hotel, who else was like this? The young man in front of him was like a god, creating life.

"genius!"

At this moment, even Ning Haotian had to praise. Although Ye Han defeated his disciple in the art of sculpture, in all fairness, his disciple was far behind the young man in front of him. Dare to show off in front of this young man.

Leng Fan lowered his head at this moment, he lost, he lost completely, he came with arrogance, and his reputation was about to be ruined.

"Damn it!" Seeing that everyone around him was praising Ye Han at this moment, Ning Feng's lungs almost exploded. He originally wanted Ye Han to embarrass Ye Han in front of everyone today, but in the end, his Ning family members were silenced. He was slapped across the face, and the gazes around him made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Hehe, Brother Ning, I don't know which one is better, the portrait carved by my disciple or the pendant carved by your disciple Leng Fan?" Zhou Mingshan looked at Ning Haotian with a smile on his face. Ning Haotian seemed to have seen Zhou Mingshan mocking him when he was young.

Ning Haotian looked at Zhou Mingshan, the expression on his face was no longer as calm and calm as before, and there was a kind of coldness spreading on his face, and he said, "Brother Mingshan, I can't tell that you are quite ups and downs, you You should have accepted this disciple many years ago, right?"

Ye Han's carving skills are so outstanding, Ning Haotian doesn't believe that Zhou Mingshan only recently accepted Ye Han, and Ye Han's ability to learn carving is so strong, he must have been secretly taught by Zhou Mingshan.

What's more, Ning Haotian didn't want to think that Ye Han was accepted by Zhou Mingshan only recently, so if his disciple lost, at least he would have some face. After all, the time to learn carving is different, so losing is understandable.

"Damn, you old guy is really thick-skinned." First Young Master Tang raised a middle finger at Ning Haotian.

How could Zhou Mingshan not understand the meaning of Ning Haotian's words, he smiled, shook his head and said, "Brother Ning, you are wrong, my disciple has known him for less than half a year, and now the competition is over, Brother Ning Would you like to sit down and have a cup of tea?"

"No need." Ning Haotian said lightly; "Today, my disciple is not good at learning, so I will come to ask for advice another day."

"Another day? I don't think your disciple will have the same skills as Mr. Zhou's disciple in ten years." Suddenly, a cold and domineering voice came in from outside the hotel's gate.

Hearing this, everyone in the hotel looked over one after another. The person who came was a middle-aged man in his forties. This middle-aged man was rather handsome, with a tall and straight figure, and long black hair that reached his shoulders, but he was attractive. What everyone looked at was that this man was wearing a very retro costume, and he was holding a dark sword in his hand. The whole person gave people a sharp look, and those dark eyes made people dare not go with him. Look at each other.

"Bastard, who are you? What right do you have to say that?" After Ning Feng heard this, he immediately cursed at the handsome middle-aged man.

"You called me an asshole?" The handsome middle-aged man walked in front of the crowd like a dragon and a tiger, his eyes stared straight at Ning Feng, making his heart tremble, as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast The same: "Mr. Ning, for your sake, I spare his life today, if there is another time, kill him!"

As soon as the word "kill" came out, there was a cold murderous aura in the hotel, and everyone felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet.

"Mr. Wufei, the old man is not strict in discipline. I hope that Mr. Wufei will not argue with the juniors. I will take him away." After finishing speaking, Ning Haotian glared at Ning Feng, turned and walked towards the outside of the hotel. His family members also followed behind him, looking at their backs, everyone in the hotel secretly laughed. The people from the Ning family came with strength, but now they returned in defeat. Today is a shame.

After the members of the Ning family left, everyone was a little curious about the handsome middle-aged man who just came here. The strength of this middle-aged man made Ning Haotian, the king of stone gambling in the north, bow his head in front of him and dare not disobey him. Man, who is it?