Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

Chapter 14 The dark tide is surging [big chapter! 】

The severe pain caused fine beads of sweat to appear on Moore's forehead, and his face was extremely ugly.

The middle-aged man in charge of order sighed beside Lu Chen: "The show is about to start, don't make things difficult for me."

Glancing at the helpless eyes of the middle-aged man, the young Taoist slowly withdrew his strength.

Moore, who was freed from restraint, was granted amnesty. In order not to lose his dignity as a "master", he endured the pain and looked at Shen Yi who was hiding behind Lu Chen. A sullen look flashed across his black face, and he snorted coldly: "Bichi !"

"Bichi who doesn't know what's good or bad!"

"Still hiding behind a beggar, do you think I will really take a fancy to you?"

Moore snorted coldly, with contempt and disgust on his face: "In this city, if I want a woman, I just hook my fingers, whether it's money or desire, a group of girls will voluntarily send them up, and you deserve it too?"

After saying this, the black shadows behind Moore trembled violently, filled with resentment, and struggled to pounce on the black man, but they were bounced off by a gleam of light before entering the body, and could only linger behind Moore, glaring endlessly.

Lu Chen looked at the restless souls behind the black men, his eyes gradually turned cold.

Although Moore spoke fiercely, his feet kept moving back, trying to stay away from Lu Chen and avoid the attack range of the young Taoist priest.

He really didn't understand how a weak Taoist priest in the late stage of Gang Qi could have such terrifying power.

He had an illusion, if Lu Chen hadn't let go, would the bone in his right hand have been crushed?

……

Lu Chen, who roughly estimated the ins and outs of the innocent soul, looked coldly, snorted coldly, and his voice was like a cold bell: "Yizuzi, do you know an old saying in my vast land?"

"What do you want to say?"

Moore stared at the young Taoist priest in front of him with a sullen face.

Lu Chen please smiled coldly, his eyes were cold: "The poor Taoist sees that your seal is black, I am afraid that there will be a bloody disaster in the near future."

The black face was gloomy: "Are you threatening me?"

"threaten?"

Lu Chen smiled lightly, and his voice was suddenly cold: "Poverty Dao just wants to tell you, it's not that I won't report, the time has not yet come."

After speaking, the eyes of the young Taoist priest flashed dimly.

The coercion that had engulfed the soul behind Moore dissipated in an instant, and the soul gave a deep salute to Lu Chen.

The unjust souls who escaped from the shock once again rushed to the back of the black man, constantly consuming the glimmer of light around the black man, mournful and fierce.

At the moment of a glance, Moore felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and the cold air came from behind and rushed straight to the bottom of his heart, and the roots of his teeth were sour.

A little far away, the man in black who was sitting with a knife in his arms slowly raised his head, looking at the cold eyes of the young Taoist priest, a fire seemed to ignite and then go out on his chest.

"You... feel dangerous too, don't you?"

The man in black murmured to himself, his voice extremely low.

……

"Dangdang!"

"Ah~ha~, what's the matter, making noise after ten o'clock in the morning?"

When the atmosphere was stagnant, the door of the lounge was kicked open. Three bodyguards surrounded a young man and walked in slowly. The young man woke up half asleep, with shorts and vest as casual as possible, grinning and yawning.

"Player lounge, non-parameter players are not allowed to enter!"

Seeing someone intruding, a slightly immature staff member immediately stood up to intercept.

The young men surrounded in the middle slammed their mouths and turned a deaf ear. Someone among the bodyguards took out a thick stack of participation certificates and threw it away.

"This……"

The staff looked at the four competition certificates in their hands and were not only taken aback for a moment, but were hesitant when they were about to speak when they were stopped. The middle-aged man who comforted Lu Chen quickly blocked him behind him, and said with a smile on his face, "Meng Shao is good!"

"This is Meng An, Young Master Meng!"

The smiling middle-aged man's expression changed, he swung his foot on the thigh of his young colleague, and shouted loudly: "These three are also contestants on this show, how can you get along if you don't know Meng Shao in Yushui City?"

"Get lost, don't get in the way of Young Master Meng!"

Pushing the young colleague aside, the middle-aged man grinned at Meng An with a charming smile on his face: "Hey~Meng Shao, this kid is new here, so don't be angry if you have no eyes or skin."

"It's a dirty old thing." The cynical Meng An snorted softly, "Why, I'm as knowledgeable as a kid?"

"No, no, absolutely not!" The middle-aged man nodded and bowed and led Meng An inside.

Obviously, Meng An liked these words very much, glanced at the few people who were facing each other, and smacked his tongue casually: "What's going on?"

"Small things like grinding your teeth and bickering."

The middle-aged man bent over with a smile.

Meng An glanced at Lu Chen and Moore in the crowd, and when his gaze passed over the old Taoist robe, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

Everyone's reaction was very real, and they all avoided the rich man to give up a quiet area for Meng An.

Some people know this famous young man from Yushui City, and some people have a clear mind. This kind of large-scale random selection of contestants can select four people at the same time. This power needs no elaboration.

Meng An slumped on the bench casually, glanced around the crowd intentionally or unintentionally, and asked casually, "Third brother, how are those two?"

"Taoist Lu Chen, in the late stage of Gang Qi."

"Black Moore, mid-spiritual stage."

The head of the three was a strong man who dug up the information of the two on his mobile phone: "There is no threat."

"Oh, Taoist priest."

Meng An sneered, with extremely disdain in his eyes: "Does anyone really believe in Taoist priests in this era?"

The third child looked contemptuously: "If someone believed in Taoist priests, he would not appear here."

"Lu Chen, Qingyun Temple in Qingyao Mountain in the suburban area. He is the only one in the temple. He doesn't have enough food to cover his body. The purpose of coming to the show is to ask for money..."

"Okay, stop talking about people like this who can't threaten us."

Meng An rubbed his hair: "What about the others?"

"According to the data, the three most threatening people this time."

The third child looked at the man in black in the corner: "Chen Qilin, his origin is unknown, and there is almost no information about him from various channels. His cultivation is in the early days of Zhenxuan, and this trip is not for money."

"Not for money."

Meng An's eyes were burning, and he looked at Chen Qilin who was holding Tang Dao in the corner: "Can you buy it?"

The third child shook his head thoughtfully: "It doesn't look like it's easy to talk."

"After a while, you can figure out a way. Regardless of whether it is inside or outside the secret realm, or money, cultivation resources, as long as you can find everything, you can give it to him. I only want the number one position."

Meng An took a deep breath, no longer the cynicism just now, with a calm face: "This time, the old man is seriously ill, and the family test started early at the age of 30. Whether he can win a ranking this time is extremely important for the future. "

The third child's eyes were a little erratic: "But... if Wan Da asks more questions, I'm afraid it's..."

"This time it's a live broadcast. Wan Da put a lot of effort into this show. If it's too obvious, it might be..."

The strong bodyguard hesitated to speak.

"It's okay, just do it."

Meng An shook his head, a gloomy light flashed in his eyes: "Wandalai Yushui is a Bodhisattva crossing the river. I can't force the Bodhisattva's eyebrows, but..."

"But if they want Iron Bodhisattva Hengjiang, then don't blame Lao Tzu for his glaring King Kong."

The third child looked at his young master's eyes, a wave of fear rose in his heart, he nodded heavily and didn't dare to say anything else.

Meng An's momentum was fleeting, and he resumed his cynical look again: "Where are the two left?"

"Du Xingheng, who is proficient in technological equipment and is in the late stage of becoming a spirit, should not be underestimated. The purpose of this trip should be to seek money."

Meng An frowned violently, and his eyes were fierce, as if he wanted to tear the man Xiong Jian apart. He reached out and grabbed the youngest man by his collar, and pulled him to his side. His eyes were fierce: "What, should it be?"

The third child's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, "Du Xingheng doesn't have much external information, and there is really no way to confirm the purpose."

"He is different from Chen Qilin. Du Xingheng's various information seems to be..."

"It seems that they have been tampered with or encrypted by special means. Preliminary proof, it should be him."

At the end, the 1.9-meter tall man was sweating coldly on his forehead, and his voice was trembling.

"this is the last time."

Meng An's eyes were cold, and he reached out to pat the third child's cheek, his voice hoarse: "If there are any mistakes or omissions that delay my major affairs, you know the consequences."

"Thank you, Master."

The third child stood up straight and nodded heavily.

The two people standing aside also felt a chill down their backs, and their bodies shivered involuntarily.

Meng An, whose face gradually recovered, looked around the crowd again, and the skinny young man with an angry face stopped beside Lu Chen: "That, who is it?"

The third child rummaged through the information with trembling fingers, not daring to hesitate: "Li Zheng, in the early stages of becoming a spirit, the purpose of this trip is to seek money."

"Just now, he had a conflict with Black Moore."

The third child replied tremblingly.

Meng An laughed, as if he had forgotten what happened just now, raised his leg and kicked the man's calf, and scolded with a smile, "Why the hell are you shaking?"

The youngest grinned without a smile on his face. He was used to the young master's moodiness.

Looking at the resentful Li Zheng, Meng An nodded thoughtfully, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth: "If you ask for money, then it will be easy."

The third child's eyelids twitched: "The young master wants to..."

Meng An smiled, but did not answer: "Who is the last one?"

"This……"

The third child hesitated: "In the end, I'm afraid it's a false identity."

Meng An looked sideways: "Fake identity?"

The third child nodded with difficulty: "According to our investigation, this person seems to be Miss Kong San."

Meng An sat up straight in an instant, his pupils continued to dilate: "Kong Linger?!"

(End of this chapter)