The Salted Fish Exclusive

Chapter 138

What the hell!

Li Wenchuan raised a hand and flicked his sleeve. Without even looking at him, he used Yawei's advantage to shift behind him as if teleporting, then struck with a fierce palm. Others might not have noticed, but Cheng Feng felt it clearly—the force of that palm. If it had really come down, he would have been finished.

His body instinctively dodged. In his panic, he lurched sideways, but when Li Wenchuan's palm fell, there was no force behind it.

Damn it.

Sure enough, the director called cut and demanded with a frown, "Cheng Feng, what was that? We could've done it in one take. Why did you jerk sideways?"

The crew slowly lowered Cheng Feng. Without evidence, he could hardly claim Li Wenchuan had deliberately hit him. He was not injured; it had simply been a palm strike perfectly in line with the script, and everyone had seen it. Was he supposed to say he had been frightened by Li Wenchuan's palm force?

What a joke. Was Li Wenchuan some kind of martial arts master?

They had to do another take. Cheng Feng waited for his chance. If Li Wenchuan struck him again, he could just pretend he had been hit hard.

But Li Wenchuan said to the director, "This part isn't very reasonable. I gave it some thought. The male lead and the Divine Venerable aren't even on the same level. Why would the Divine Venerable need to act personally?"

The director thought about it and agreed. They were not some cheap cash-grab production crew. If they were making a xianxia drama, it naturally had to look high-end.

They immediately changed the movements, making them feel far more immortal.

The rest of the shoot went smoothly. The effect looked good through the monitor, and