After this sentence, the background became quiet in an instant, and the sound of flattery suddenly stopped. Everyone was looking at Du Yuefeng in shock.

He Xiangdong, who was sitting next to him, also glanced at Du Yuefeng's eyes. He had heard Du Yuefeng's storytelling and had fought with Fu Sheng. He knew very well how good the two were. Fu Sheng was of the level of famous masters in the age of 2, while Du Yuefeng was only as close to famous masters as he was half a year ago, but he was still far from the distance.

In terms of strength, Du Yuefeng is definitely not as good as Fu Sheng. However, the artist's reputation has never been said to be respected by strength. Old artists often say that if an artist wants to become a wrist, he needs three points of strength and six points of luck to support a noble person. Therefore, although Fu Sheng's strength is much higher than Du Yuefeng, he is not as big as Du Yuefeng's wrist.

When Du Yuefeng heard this, he frowned and stood up, looked at the person who came and said in a deep voice: "I understand."

After a few people around him were a little stuck, they still had a flattery. After all, Du Yuefeng is a popular storyteller now. He has a wide connection and a wide range of connections. The artist wants to become famous by relying on his own ability. Therefore, all of them are flattering Du Yuefeng, wanting to make a relationship, and asking others to support him in the future.

"Hey, what expert can you be better than our Senior Brother Du? None of the old seniors in our sect have signed up this time."

"Yes, our senior brother Du's ability is the top in this competition."

The group of people started to show off again.

He Xiangdong rolled his eyes speechlessly beside him.

"Okay." Du Yuefeng interrupted the flattery attack of the group. Although he was proud, he was not arrogant. Since his uncle called him over, he must have made sense: "Everyone prepares well in the backstage first, so Du won't bother me. I'll go and take a look first. Everyone, let's say goodbye."

"Let's go slowly, Senior Brother Du."

"Let's go slowly."

"Go slowly."

He Xiangdong rolled his eyes again. He was really out of place with this group of people. He Xiangdong couldn't stand this behavior very much, not because he couldn't stand flattery. If Du Yuefeng was a very powerful master in the Storytelling Sect, He Xiangdong would have come up to flatter others and asked them about their skills.

What he couldn't stand was that this group of people was not for asking about their skills, nor did he truly admire their artistic level. It was because they were famous, so they rushed forward and flattered them wildly.

Although this situation is very common now, He Xiangdong still feels uncomfortable.

After Du Yuefeng followed the man out, he asked, "Xiao Gao, what does Uncle Master say?"

The man was Du Yuefeng's fellow disciple, and he was a newly accepted disciple of Teacher Gu. He did not participate in the Peony Award in this year, but Teacher Gu also brought him over to let him see the world. This man is not very young, two years younger than He Xiangdong. He admired his senior brother very much, so he spoke very respectfully: "Senior brother, uncle said that he saw the storyteller who had just come on stage is very skillful, so he asked me to call you over and take a look."

"Just got up?" Du Yuefeng frowned and thought for a while. There were only ten people in the backstage. He all had the impression that the first one on stage was the master and apprentice who sang Zhubanshu. He was the second one and the third one was the person who was with the fat man.

Fu Sheng's face suddenly appeared in Du Yuefeng's mind. He didn't look at the people who were flattering him in the backstage. He looked at the people standing alone by his side several times.

"Yes." Du Yuefeng nodded heavily, and the steps under his feet were a little faster. You will know how good the person was.

After his performance was over, he could not go directly from the backstage. He had to walk out of the theater and go around the front door, come in from the front to watch the performance, and his uncle also sat in the audience.

While talking, the two of them walked around the front door. They knew people at the box office and came in directly without checking the tickets.

When they arrived at the audience, the junior brother led Du Yuefeng to find their uncle. The fat man sitting in the middle of the third row was the uncle Tao of their own sect.

Du Yuefeng squeezed in and sat in the seat where Xiao Gao was originally sitting. Xiao Gao was very conscious and looked for another place. Today, more than 100 audiences came to the theater, and it was so empty here.

After Du Yuefeng sat down, he first looked at Fu Shengyi, who was telling the story on the stage, and then turned his head to ask Uncle Tao: "Uncle Master, Xiao Gao said you are looking for me."

Uncle Tao is a big fat man. He and Mr. Gu are brothers of the same family. Although he does not have the ability and status of Mr. Gu, he is also a big name in the storytelling industry. This time he did not serve as a judge, and he had nothing to do when he was idle, so he helped the two families get their children.

He brought himself and Teacher Gu’s little apprentices to see the world. The Peony Award brought together young masters from all over the country. This large-scale competition is a good opportunity for these children who have not yet graduated.

But before watching a few shows, Fu Sheng suddenly appeared. Uncle Tao was shocked at the time, so he asked Xiao Gao to find Du Yuefeng and asked him to come over and take a look.

Uncle Tao looked at Fu Sheng on the stage and said in a deep voice: "It was me who asked Xiao Gao to find you. Listen to the book that this person on the stage, this person should be your biggest opponent in the competition for the Peony Award this time."

"Yes." Du Yuefeng nodded seriously. He knew that his uncle would not be aimless, so he looked at the figure on the stage with all his attention.

After a moment, Du Yuefeng was shocked. Du Yuefeng was praised as the first young man in the storytelling industry, so he was naturally not an ordinary person. In just a few minutes, he found that the man on the stage had much better storytelling skills than himself.

Who is this person?

Didn’t it mean that the older generation of famous artists did not participate in this competition?

No, this person is so young, not an old man. But why is he so powerful?

Such a great storyteller is not even famous in the storyteller world.

Who is this person?

"Uncle Master, who is he?" Du Yuefeng looked at Uncle Master Tao beside him, and a sound could barely be squeezed out from his throat.

Uncle Tao's expression was also solemn: "I don't know, I have never seen this person before, I don't know where the master came out."

"Uncle Master, don't you even know?" Du Yuefeng was a little disbelief.

Mr. Tao shook his head: "I can recognize the crouching tiger and hidden dragon in the storytelling world. However, this person is indeed very strong, and I can't say anything more than him. This person must be a famous storytelling writer. More importantly, he doesn't seem to be young."

"It's strange. There may be many old artists who don't perform and have quit the world. But such a young and powerful artist is so calm and hasn't jumped around for a few times, which makes us unaware that there are such masters in the storytelling industry. Oh, Xiao Du, you have to worry about it, this person must be your biggest competitor in this competition."

Du Yuefeng was so focused that Fu Sheng put too much pressure on him. He was beaten back immediately, who was a little floating just now. He knew that his strength was very good, but Fu Sheng was stronger than him, even stronger than his uncle.

"This should be the strongest in this storytelling competition. Fortunately, I came out like this, and I'm lucky." Du Yuefeng was also a little glad in his heart.
Chapter completed!