"Master works can definitely be called master works!"


    "Yes, Mr. Ye can carve such a beautiful portrait at a young age. He can be called a master of this craft."


    "Mr. Zhou, congratulations on teaching such an excellent disciple!" the guests around began to congratulate Zhou Mingshan. Hearing these words, Zhou Mingshan smiled bitterly. He hasn''t taught anything about ye Han, but his disciples are so excellent that Zhou Mingshan is very pleased and proud. Compared with Ye Han, Ning Haotian''s disciple is not qualified to show off in front of his disciple.


    "Shit, this woman is so beautiful, but how do I feel a little familiar? Sister yun''er, do you think so?" Tang Dashao looked at the portrait, but the more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt. Zhou Yuner was surprised when he saw Ye Han carving such a beautiful master work. At present, her heart jumped when she heard Tang Dashao''s words, Look at that portrait carefully. Isn''t this her own!


    "Take the brush." just then, ye Han said, and someone in the hotel immediately sent the brush. Then ye Han took the brush and began to paint on the portrait. Soon, a lifelike beauty appeared in front of everyone. The beauty''s look, shape and charm seemed to be taken by the camera. No, This portrait is more full of charm and beautiful than that photographed by the camera. The slightly upturned corners of the mouth are full of Qingcheng''s smile.


    instant.


    The whole hotel is boiling!


    "God, it''s carved by Miss Zhou herself. It''s so similar. It''s no different from a real person. It''s more beautiful than what''s taken by the camera."


    "The hand as like as two peas, the same as the real person, so that the whole world can not find a few people."


    All around, it became shocked and boiling, even Chen Jianye and ye Anbang. On the art of sculpture, who can carve such an image of a person? And real people are completely carved out of the same mold. This craft is difficult for even masters such as Zhou Mingshan and Ning Haotian.


    At this moment, Zhou Yuner felt like he was drunk. The whole person was intoxicated by Ye Han''s sudden surprise. He was immersed in the happy and moving ocean and couldn''t extricate himself. Did the little man want to be moved to death!


    "Oh, my dear ye, your hands are just like God. It''s amazing. This work is so beautiful. You''re the most romantic man in the world!" Alice looked at the statue of Zhou Yuner in Ye Han''s hand. Countless stars suddenly appeared in her eyes and worshipped it.


    At this moment, Alice is more than worshipping Ye Han. Who is not so in the hotel? The young man in front of him is like God, creating life.


    "Genius!"


    At this moment, even Ning Haotian had to praise. Although Ye Han defeated his disciples in carving art, to be fair, his disciples were too far from the young man in front of him. Even now he didn''t dare to show off in front of the young man.


    Leng fan bowed his head at the moment. He lost completely. He came with pride and was about to lose his reputation.


    "Damn!" seeing that people around him were praising Ye Han at the moment, Ning Feng''s lungs were about to explode. He wanted to make ye Han lose face in front of everyone today. Unexpectedly, in the end, his Ning family was silently slapped in the face. The eyes around him made him feel very uncomfortable.


    "Hehe, brother Ning, I don''t know which one is better than the pendant carved by your disciple Leng fan?" Zhou Mingshan looked at Ning Haotian with a smile. That indifferent smile made Ning Haotian seem to see the ridicule of Zhou Mingshan when he was young.


    Ning Haotian looked at Zhou Mingshan. His face was not as calm and calm as before. There was a kind of cold, which was intended to spread on his face; "Brother Mingshan, I can''t see your ups and downs are quite deep. Your disciple should have been accepted by you many years ago?"


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


    What''s more, Ning Haotian doesn''t want to think that ye Han was accepted by Zhou Mingshan recently. In this way, his disciples lost, at least leaving a little face. After all, it''s understandable to lose because of the different time of learning carving.


    "Shit, you old man have a thick skin." Tang Dashao raised a middle finger to Ning Haotian.


    Zhou Mingshan didn''t 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. Now the competition is over. Brother Ning, do you want to take a seat and have a cup of tea?"


    "No need." Ning Haotian said faintly; "Today, my disciple is not good at learning. Come back another day for advice."


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


    Hearing this, people in the hotel looked one after another. The visitor was a middle-aged man in his forties. The middle-aged man was handsome, tall and straight, with dark long hair and shoulders. However, what attracted people''s attention was that he was wearing a very retro dress and holding a dark sword in his hand. The whole person gave a sharp momentum, Those dark eyes made people dare not look at him.


    "Asshole, who are you? What''s your qualification to say that?" Ning Feng scolded the handsome middle-aged immediately after hearing this.


    "You call me an asshole?" the handsome middle-aged man walked in front of the crowd like a tiger walking in a tiger''s stride. His eyes stared at Ning Feng straight, which made him hair in his heart, as if he had been stared at by a fierce beast: "Mr. Ning, in your face, I''ll save his life today, and kill him next time!"


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


    "Mr. wufei, it''s the old man''s lax discipline. I hope Mr. wufei won''t quarrel with the younger generation. I''ll take him away now." after saying that, Ning Haotian stared at Ning Feng and turned to walk outside the hotel. Other Ning family followed him. Looking at their back, the people in the wine shop laughed secretly. The Ning family came strong, but now they are defeated, It''s a shame today.


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