Huayu: That year, I withdrew from the Super Boy competition.

Su Wei's unexpected move turned out to be a lucky one; her change in expression happened to coincide with that emotional turning point.

"Hold on, don't stop, keep going."

Liang Shengquan spoke into the walkie-talkie, his voice low, without interrupting the filming.

Su Wei heard faint sounds coming from below while in mid-air. She tightened her core and followed the force of the steel wire as Master Chen had instructed, no longer struggling against the tension.

Once I relaxed my body, the next turn went much smoother, and the range and speed of the rotation were much better than the first time.

The aerial chase scene continues to advance.

Two steel cables carried two people, one in front of the other, drawing two arcs along the eaves of the city gate tower.

The sun was gradually setting in the west, and the afterglow of the sunset peeked through the gaps in the clouds, casting a dark golden outline on the gray city tower and the two figures suspended in mid-air.

Liang Shengquan watched the monitor play the last replay of the aerial chase, then picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Click."

Su Wei was slowly lowered down by the wire. The moment her feet touched the ground, her knees buckled, and Master Chen stepped forward to help her up.

After standing up straight, he first looked in the direction of the monitor, waiting for the director's judgment.

Liang Shengquan rewound the playback and watched it again, then stood up and walked over to Su Wei:

"The Demon Lord's aura upon landing was insufficient."

He beckoned Su Wei to come to the monitor and rewound the image to the moment she landed.

On the screen, Chonglou plummeted from the sky.

However, when he landed, his body clearly dissipated the force, his knees bent too much, and his cloak drooped down, so there was no sense of impact as expected.

"I want that feeling of it crashing down."

Liang Shengquan tapped the screen with his finger.

"When the Chonglou falls, the ground should feel like it's being dented, so your body needs to appear powerful."

Fortunately, the director approved of the earlier parts, so this time only a small portion of the later scenes needed to be reshot.

Su Wei looked at the monitor, didn't say anything, and nodded.

This is the second time I've filmed this landing.

The wire pulled him to the designated height, and as soon as the command came through the walkie-talkie, the steel cable was lowered rapidly.

Su Wei deliberately reduced the degree of bending of her knees this time.

He stomped his foot hard on the ground, pressing his shoulders forward, trying to make the most of the downward momentum.

But he sensed something was wrong after landing.

My upper body swayed, I lost my balance, and it took me half a step to stand still.

"Click...Let's try again."

the third time.

"Yes, this one is much better."

Liang Shengquan nodded behind the monitor.

"One more take, keep that feeling of the cape billowing."

The fourth time, the fifth time, the sixth time...

As Su Wei was suspended by wires more and more times, he became more and more accustomed to the wire work.

The initial suffocating feeling of being constricted around the waist was gradually replaced by a sense of intuition regarding the direction of the steel wire's tension.

He could sense when the wire would tighten and when it would loosen.

Instead of struggling against it, my body adjusts its posture in accordance with its rhythm.

When landing, you no longer need to consciously think about the angle of your knees or the order of your waist and abdomen exertion; your body will know what to do on its own.

On the seventh take, Liang Shengquan paused the playback on the moment of landing, watched it for a few seconds, and said:

"That's fine."

…………

Just as Su Wei caught her breath, Huo Jianhua's makeup and styling were also in place.

In the latter half of this aerial chase, according to the script, Xu Changqing arrived on his sword and intercepted Chonglou and Jingtian's entanglement in mid-air.

At this moment, a brief triangular standoff will form between the three.

Huo Jianhua was still dressed in white today, with his long hair tied up and the cuffs tightened.

He looked like a block of white tofu just standing there.

Filming continues.

As designed by Lao Yuan, Xu Changqing enters the picture from the upper left side, standing on a prop sword.

This area will later be designed to resemble a flying sword effect.

His body leaned slightly forward, his white robes fluttering in the wind, as he steadily glided down from mid-air to the position between Chonglou and Jingtian.

Huo Jianhua executed this move beautifully.

At the same time, Su Wei was pulled by the steel wire and made a backflip motion as if she had been forced back by the sword energy.

The wire pulled him upwards and backwards from behind, causing his body to flip 180 degrees in the air.

The black cloak swung in a full circular arc as it spun, then landed steadily on the tiled surface of the city tower's eaves.

Three actors, three sets of wires, all suspended in mid-air.

The scene looks interesting.

Hu Ge was being supported by Huo Jianhua, his body was swaying and one foot was even kicking into the air, his disheveled state had a bit of a comedic effect;

Huo Jianhua stood tall with his back straight and his clothes fluttering, truly displaying the demeanor of a disciple of the immortal sect;

After filming seven or eight wire-work scenes, Su Wei began to consciously incorporate the powerful and oppressive mannerisms of the Demon Lord into her body language.

His body paused and turned in mid-air much more decisively than before, as if he were actively controlling the wire rather than being controlled by it.

During another brief gap in the height, the wire lifted Su Wei to a maximum height of five or six meters.

The whirring of the steel wires continued in my ears, and the wind was much stronger than on the ground, making my cloak flap loudly.

He looked down and saw that the staff and equipment boxes had all shrunk into a very small ball.

It's very interesting to look down from such a height.

Dozens of people were busy below.

But at this altitude, all the noise is filtered out by the wind, leaving only the faint sound of the steel wire vibrating and one's own breathing.

"Su Wei, get ready for the next set of movements, three, two—up!"

Liang Shengquan's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

Su Wei withdrew her gaze, tightened her core, and slumped her shoulders slightly.

With a sudden tug on the steel wire, he executed a clean and swift backflip, his cloak trailing a black arc behind him, before landing steadily on the other side of the city tower's eaves.

When he landed, his foot slammed heavily on the tiled surface, making a dull thud.

His cloak billowed behind him before slowly falling back down.

By the time the last take was finished, it was already dark.

As Su Wei was slowly lowered down by the wire, the moment her feet touched the ground, she felt a strange sense of disorientation.

Master Chen came over and removed his protective gear.

The leather straps loosened one by one, and the areas that had been constricted felt numb at first, but once the blood flowed again, a burning, stinging pain surged up.

Su Wei lifted her clothes and glanced at herself. There were two deep red marks on her waist, the edges of which had turned a little purple and stung painfully after being soaked in sweat.

Master Chen glanced at it but didn't react much; he'd seen this kind of mark far too many times.

"Weisheng, go back and apply a hot towel to it. It will subside in two or three days. It's nothing to worry about."

Su Wei thanked him and took off the black armor over her costume.

By this time, the inner lining was soaked through, and it felt cool and sticky against my skin.