He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Not necessarily. It could be that the tourists were seeing the Great Wall for the first time and were so excited.

Zhang Beixing collected his thoughts and put away the sword in his hand, so as to avoid hurting those people with his sword when they came close.

"Is it him?"

"It should be him."

At this time, those people hurriedly ran towards Zhang Beixing, with expressions of surprise and joy on their faces.

Zhang Beixing was stunned for a moment, and felt more and more that these people...why did they look like they were here to find him?

"Hello, sir. Are you the host who just performed the sword kick?"

The assistant ran over breathlessly, with a hurried expression and excitement and a little panic in his eyes.

The same was true for the rest of the people. Because of running, they were still adjusting their breathing and could hardly speak.

Zhang Beixing was stunned, looked at them strangely, and asked doubtfully: "What... does this mean? Are you looking for me?"

The assistant nodded: "Yes, we are here to see you. Mainly, we want to ask you, can you really do that action just now?"

Zhang Beixing's expression became even weirder. He felt that these people were a little bit weird and doubted whether they were his fans.

So he smiled and said, "Are you talking about the sword kicking move just now?"

The assistant nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, that's the move. Did you use special effects, or can you really do it?"

Zhang Beixing sighed and thought that these people might be the fake fans in the live broadcast room?

He asked right away whether the action was real or a special effect.

So he raised his head and said solemnly: "First of all, let me make it clear that everything shown in the live broadcast room is not a special effect. It's okay for you to play memes on the Internet, but there is no need to do it offline, right?"

The assistant was stunned for a moment, then asked blankly: "Does that mean you can really do that move?"

Zhang Beixing nodded heavily: "It can indeed be done."

Without saying a word, the assistant grabbed Zhang Beixing and prepared to run, laughing wildly as he ran: "Brother, you are rich! You are really rich! As long as you can guarantee that you can replicate that move, you will be a future martial arts superstar!"

Zhang Beixing, who was being dragged away, was completely confused. He became even more puzzled after listening to this man's inexplicable words and his series of inexplicable actions.

"Hey, my phone! Who are you? Let go!"

……

On the Great Wall, the assistant rubbed his newly reconnected dislocated arm and said in agony, "We...we are the staff of director Zhang Laomou's new movie. I am his assistant. I'm looking for you...I'm looking for you to invite you to film."

Hearing this, Zhang Beixing glanced at the people who were showing fear on their faces, and was stunned for a long time before saying: "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

The assistant had a frustrated look on his face but an apologetic smile on his face: "It's not...it's because you were too excited and our director was very anxious, so we wanted to talk while running. Who would have thought...who would have thought that you would hit me so hard."

Zhang Beixing coughed lightly: "It's mainly because you didn't make your words clear. If you had said it earlier, you wouldn't have to suffer this."

The assistant still smiled and said, "It's really my fault. It's my fault. But the video of you kicking the sword just now was really cool."

The corners of Zhang Beixing's mouth curled up unnaturally, with a hint of pride on his face.

After all, he is just a college student, at most a student who has just entered the society. He will definitely be happy to hear the compliments. This is a natural reaction.

"Brother, after our director saw the sword-kicking video, he immediately asked to invite you over to discuss filming. Director Zhang said that you can ask for anything you want, and you can ask for any salary you want, as long as it's not outrageous."

Zhang Beixing was stunned. Are the conditions so good?
Just because you saw a video of me kicking a sword, you can offer such generous conditions?

Is Zhang Laomou so generous?

He had heard of Zhang Laomou, a well-known director in Jiuzhou. Many of his films had even been included in the Beijing Film Academy's teaching materials for people to study.

Such a famous director asked him to act... Just thinking about it made him excited.

But is this true?

When Zhang Beixing was hesitating, his assistant immediately added, "Don't worry, brother. You are broadcasting live, and the audience is the witness. If something really happens to you, anyone can call the police and we will be targeted."

"And this is really an opportunity. As long as you can replicate that move just now, you can set any salary you want! Director Zhang Laomou will definitely meet all your requirements."

The assistant kept making promises and took out his cell phone to open the photo album, showing Zhang Beixing the photos of Zhang Laomou and other stars without reservation.

Zhang Beixing thought it made sense, and nodded: "Okay, I'll go with you."

He was not worried about his own safety, instead it was these people who were worried about their safety.

With the flying needle techniques that Zhang Beixing has mastered, he can take their lives in just a few seconds.

What's more, he now still has the unsharpened sword. Even if it is unsharpened, the sword is still a sharp weapon in Zhang Beixing's hands.

His only worry was that this might be a prank by a group of fake fans, which would be a pure waste of his live broadcast time.

However, looking at these people, there is really no other intention, so just take a look. If the situation is not right, call the police immediately. Maybe you can even get a bonus or something.

With this in mind, he turned around and walked to the live broadcast room, saying hello: "Everyone, as you can see, I will accompany them for a while. If there is nothing else, I will come back to continue the live broadcast. If there is something else... I will update the live broadcast time to the dynamic, so please pay attention to it."

"What the hell? Isn't the anchor afraid that he is a human trafficker? I don't want to open the live broadcast room next time and find that the anchor is in some mountain valley, becoming a tool for vaccination."

"You're kidding. Our anchor is so skilled in flying needles that the traffickers should be afraid of him. If it doesn't work, the anchor can just use special effects! Dog head"

"Hahaha, I can already predict what will happen next. The host will definitely say that he was filming and would broadcast the show a few days later, or that Zhang Laomou didn't like him and made friends with him or something. Funny."

"Zhang Laomou is looking for a host to film a play? Oh, are the scripts for live broadcasts so outrageous now? Aren't you afraid that Zhang Laomou will sue you, host?"

"As long as you are brave enough, you can get as much traffic as you want. The anchor must have learned from a master and mastered the secret code of traffic."

"Ah, I didn't expect that a host who concentrates on practicing swordsmanship has already started to have a script. Are you going to sell goods next, host?"

"Don't say that. It depends on whether the anchor will broadcast live tomorrow."

Faced with the flying comments on the screen, Zhang Beixing shook his head helplessly, with a bitter smile on his lips.

How could he explain it?
If these so-called fans have already determined that he is just an actor performing according to a script, then any explanation would be pale and powerless, and it would be better to just let them think so.

"Okay, my friends, I'm going to be busy now. See you next time."

As he spoke, Zhang Beixing quickly closed the live broadcast room, turned to look at the assistant beside him, and asked softly, "Then shall we set off now?"

The assistant had a warm smile on his face and nodded heavily: "Okay, we'll go now."

…At the foot of Fenglan Mountain, in a makeshift studio, Zhang Laomou paced anxiously with his hands behind his back.

He raised his wrist and looked at the time on his watch. He couldn't help but mutter to himself: The assistant has been looking for the anchor for more than an hour, why hasn't he come back yet? Did he find the wrong person?

At this time, the assistant director walked over with a worried look on his face.

He knew very well that every minute and every second of filming was burning money. The equipment on the set, the actors' pay, the staff's wages... these were all costs.

It takes at most half a year to shoot a movie, or at least three months to finish. We are busy almost every day, and wasting these two hours to make everyone wait is, to be honest, really expensive.

However, Zhang Laomou disagreed.

He frowned and said, "We are waiting for someone."

The assistant director opened his mouth, but in the end, nothing came out.

He knew that Zhang Laomou was waiting for the anchor who was kicking the sword, but based on his joint observations with the on-site martial arts instructor, they all agreed that the video was likely to have been processed.

In the words of a martial arts instructor, let alone the young man in the video, even an old swordsman who has practiced sword fighting for thirty or forty years cannot kick the hilt of the sword so accurately and smoothly. It is too difficult.

But Zhang Laomou just wouldn't listen. He was waiting expectantly for the host to arrive before he could start filming.

The assistant director couldn't help but mutter to himself: Isn't this nonsense?

What if the host was using special effects? Then they had waited for two hours in vain!
However, Zhang Laomou doesn't seem to care about these.

He looked at the actors thoughtfully, smiled and shook his head: "I don't want my movie to have any regrets, I just want this movie to become a classic. Therefore, every link must be done to the best. Lao Liu, you understand me."

The assistant director sighed silently, then smiled and nodded.

At this moment, a voice called out: "Director Zhang, Director Zhang! I've brought the person to you!"

The assistant ran into the studio panting. When everyone heard this, they all turned around and looked at the assistant.

I saw a man following behind the assistant. It was Zhang Beixing, who was wearing a long gown and holding a black scabbard in his hand.

He has a handsome appearance, a free and easy temperament, and also has a bit of the air of a hermit.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, everyone's attention was focused on Zhang Beixing.

It's not just because of his handsome face, but more importantly, it's the long gown, the long sword, and the elusive aura of an otherworldly master that he wears.

The assistant director and the martial arts instructor's pupils shrank at the same time, and they recognized Zhang Beixing at the first moment.

After a brief moment of surprise, Zhang Laomou immediately stood up, frowning and looking serious, like a strict and dogmatic teacher.

He stared at Zhang Beixing, as if trying to find out something from him.

"Director Zhang, this is the anchor." The assistant took a deep breath. "He said that the action can still be reproduced without any special effects."

Zhang Laomou and Zhang Beixing looked at each other, then clasped their hands together.

He got straight to the point and said, "Young man, I watched your performance in the live studio, it was really amazing."

Zhang Beixing didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.

Zhang Laomou took a deep breath and said solemnly, "If you can replicate the sword kicking move you just showed in the live broadcast room, I will invite you to participate in this movie that is currently being filmed and let you play an important role. You can name any salary and any request you want. As long as it is not outrageous, I can accept it."

Zhang Beixing looked at the famous director strangely: "Really just mentioning it casually?"

Zhang Laomou nodded: "As long as you can reproduce the sword kicking video in front of us."

"That's easy." Zhang Beixing replied casually.

As he spoke, he found an empty space and prepared to draw his sword.

The actors and staff around him looked at him with interest, just for fun.

After all, although the video is cool, few people think it is real.

It is extremely difficult to keep the sword from spinning in mid-air, kick it right on the hilt and finally grab the sword.

It is basically difficult to achieve without ten or eight years of practice.

What's more, they also know that Zhang Beixing is actually just a small anchor who has been practicing sword for less than two months.

However, what no one present expected was that Zhang Beixing was actually prepared to demonstrate it.

Who gave him the courage?

Everyone was filled with doubts and curiosity.

Zhang Laomou frowned, folded his hands in front of him, and stared at Zhang Beixing with an expectant and curious look.

If Zhang Beixing can really perform that perfect sword kicking scene, he will definitely fulfill his promise.

Because that's what he wanted.

And if Zhang Beixing is just using special effects to deceive people...then just treat it as a break for everyone.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Beixing slowly drew the sword from the scabbard.

The sword was unsheathed, and the sound like a dragon's roar echoed in the studio, followed by a cold light.

The moment he grasped the sword with one hand, Zhang Beixing's eyes changed, becoming stern and full of chillness, his expression became indifferent and cold, without any emotion at all.

Without any hesitation, he threw the scabbard aside, held the sword in one hand, and quickly wielded the sword moves he had performed in the live broadcast room.

Compared to the live broadcast, the sword moves he displayed at this time were obviously more skillful.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Beixing put his feet together, put one hand behind his back, and suddenly flipped his sword-holding wrist and withdrew his hand immediately.

The sword was actually suspended in the air and began to rotate.

Then Zhang Beixing put his hands behind his back, standing like a hermit, without even looking at the sword hanging in the air. He turned around quickly, raised his right foot, and his eyes were shining with cold light.

In the studio, the sound of people gasping for air could be heard one after another, like a symphony being performed.

Their pupils were dilated, and no one blinked, as they all stared intently at the scene before them.

Whether Zhang Beixing can really succeed depends on the next step. (End of this chapter)