At a distance of 150,000 miles, five princes could be killed with one bow! Even Ling Tianhou and Da Sima were no more than that, right? Many people who were not convinced by Zhang Jun originally lowered their heads, or simply stepped aside.
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"Humph, it's nothing special! It's just borrowing the power of the dragon bow!" Suddenly, a young man came out. When Zhang Jun saw this young man, he was greatly surprised. Because this young man was none other than the little demon who had refined him.
Ren Xiaoping, the third son of King Zhen, became a puppet. Obviously, Xiao Mo did this on purpose, but what did he want to do?
Of course, Zhang Jun had to play along and frowned: "Even if I borrow the power of the Shenlong Bow, I am still better. If Shenwuhou wants to show off, he should admit defeat and agree to a condition."
Marquis Shenwu's face turned green and white. He really couldn't imagine what kind of conditions Zhang Jun would put forward. What if he wanted to take away his Shenlong Bow? What if he made him squat on the ground and learn how to bark? So he was very nervous. Fortunately, this
At that time, Ren Xiaoping came out to speak for him.
"Guan Tianhou, everyone has their own areas of expertise. Competing in one area alone is too arbitrary. I think this is better. You can compete in two more. As long as you win in all three, everyone will recognize you as Guan Tianhou.
In fact, everyone admires you. Otherwise, hey, you are just a vain person!"
Zhang Jun asked: "What do you want to compete with?"
"It's not what I want to compare with, but what everyone wants to compare with." Ren Xiaoping said, "You are so young, and you have only come to the Western Front not long ago, and you have received the title of Marquis of Heaven. We are not convinced. So I suggest that you be present.
All people are qualified to challenge you and choose to compete with you on what they are best at, how about that?"
Zhang Jun narrowed his eyes and said secretly: "Little devil, what are you doing? There are crouching tigers and hidden dragons in this army. If someone competes with me to have children, can I compare?"
At this moment, Xiao Mo is sitting in the Beiyuan Hou camp, sitting with Yuwen Jinghua, controlling Ren Xiaojue over there remotely. Xiao Mo smiled and said: "Master, don't worry, the ideas are all Mr. Yuwen's. He said that after becoming Tian Hou, the master will
There will definitely be a large number of people who are not convinced. The master simply takes this opportunity to show off his skills in a glamorous manner and let them know how powerful he is. Only when these people are convinced can the master continue the next great cause."
Zhang Junyi made sense when he thought about it. Even though he had shown his hand just now, it was not a big shock. These people should be made aware of his true methods, so that they would be convinced and stop looking down on him. Otherwise, he would be a prince, and he would be everywhere.
What's the point of not being respected?
After thinking about this, he laughed "haha" and said: "Since everyone is so elegant, I will accompany you to the end. Who is the first?"
Now everyone was really shocked. Want to compete with everyone present, and just mention anything? Is Guan Tianhou crazy? You must know that a person's cultivation level may not be very good, but maybe there is something
Extraordinary skills are unmatched by others. Isn't it too arrogant for Guan Tianhou to trust him so much?
That's right, Zhang Jun at this moment has an arrogant face, as if he looks down upon everyone. This look makes everyone at the scene very angry, and everyone is thinking hard, thinking about what means to use to kill this Zhang Jun.
Compare it.
On the most inconspicuous table at the outermost edge of the crowd, sat a middle-aged scribe. Next to the middle-aged scribe was a young man. The young man had an unconvinced expression on his face, while the middle-aged scribe was drinking wine contentedly.
The young man looked at the middle-aged scribe and suddenly said loudly: "My master is competing!"
The middle-aged scribe frowned slightly and glared at the young man fiercely. At the same time, countless eyes fell on the master and apprentice. The middle-aged scribe had no choice but to stand up and clasp his fists and said: "Everyone, you are polite."
In the crowd, a prince rubbed his eyes and suddenly shouted: "Oh my God! Isn't this the saint in the painting, Mr. Kunwu?"
"What? Mr. Kunwu? That Mr. Kunwu who has reached such a high level of painting that even Emperor Xia gave him three cents of courtesy? It is said that his painting skills have reached the magical realm where one stroke cuts off the mountains and one stroke of ink creates the world. It's really
Him?" People around him exclaimed, obviously this Mr. Kunwu has a very famous reputation in Daxia.
When Mr. Kunwu was recognized, he could only nod and smile, and said: "This is Kunwu, my little disciple loves to cause trouble and make you laugh."
Wu Shenhou's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and he immediately said: "Mr. Kunwu, this Guantianhou doesn't take us seriously and dares to let us challenge him casually. Sir, you should teach him a lesson."
Mr. Kunwu glanced at Zhang Jun and said with a smile: "Young people are to be feared. I will not get involved in your affairs."
"Haha..." Suddenly, a burst of laughter came. Everyone held their breath and looked towards the place where the sound came from. In the back tent, a burly middle-aged man walked in, with a majestic and domineering look. Zhang Jun could tell at a glance
It was concluded that the other party was Ling Tianhou.
Sure enough, when everyone saw him, they all saluted: "Marquis of Heaven!"
Ling Tianhou nodded slightly. He first bowed his hand to Mr. Kunwu and said, "I don't know if Mr. Kun is here, but I am not welcome at a distance. Sir, please don't blame me."
Mr. Kunwu smiled "haha" and said: "I was passing by here and heard about Tianhou's birthday, so I came here specially to get something to eat and drink. I didn't expect that I would be found out and make Tianhou laugh."
Ling Tianhou's eyes fell on Zhang Jun again and said: "Guan Tianhou, I have long admired my name. Just now you challenged the heroes here, you are really heroic. But Mr. Kunwu is here, what you said is a bit too much.
"
Zhang Jun narrowed his eyes. He didn't know Mr. Kunwu very well. But when Chu Chu and Ling'er were trapped in the scroll, the scroll was made by Mr. Kunwu. After Jiang Huafan was made into a puppet, he
Only then did he learn that Mr. Kunwu had a good relationship with Jiang Huashan. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and he didn't think that someone who could be close to Jiang Huashan could be a good person.
As a result, he really didn't have a good impression of Mr. Kunwu, so naturally he couldn't talk about giving him face. He immediately smiled "haha" and said: "Mr. Kunwu? I have never heard of him, so he must be a fake person.
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Mr. Kunwu was stunned. He thought he had never offended the person in front of him, so why did he speak so rudely? However, the clay figurine still had a certain earthy nature, and Zhang Jun looked down on him. After all, he was a little angry and said lightly: "Since the Marquis of Heaven intends to compete,
Then just agree. I have no other pursuits in my life, I only know how to paint. If you are willing, we can compete in painting."
Apart from attending painting hobby classes when he was a child, Zhang Jun has never painted seriously at all. But this is not a problem for him. Once he understands the core rules, everything can be done at his fingertips. The question is, how can he surpass
Where is the great master of painting in front of me?
"I said, you come up with the questions, and I'll answer them." He put his hands behind his back, and his arrogant look made many people present hate him. I thought, just be proud of yourself, Mr. Kunwu will teach you a lesson later.
This meal will let you know that heroes in the world cannot be underestimated!
Mr. Kunwu pondered for a moment and said: "You and I are both on the battlefield, and you are the prince of the army. How about this, let's use pen and ink as weapons, use spiritual thoughts as marshals, and fight in front of everyone present.
Field, how about it?”
Ren Xiaoping immediately clapped his hands and shouted: "Okay! It's still the same as before. The losing party must agree to a condition!"
When he shouted like this, Mr. Kunwu glanced at him in surprise, but did not refute. Zhang Jun thought to himself, is this little devil trying to sell me? If I lose, it will not end well. But as of now
At this step, I couldn't say anything more, so I had no choice but to nod in agreement.
The Marquis of the God of War looked at Zhang Jun with gloating, and said: "Boy, you were lucky enough to defeat me, but there is no way you could defeat Mr. Kunwu. No one in Daxia can compare with him."
"My defeated general, just wait and see!" Zhang Jun suddenly shouted, Wu Shenhou's face turned red, and he was stunned for a long time without saying a word.
Mr. Kunwu took out a pen from his arms. The upper end of the pen was entwined with strands of starlight, and the tail end was flashing with colorful lights. It was obvious at first glance that it was extraordinary. Sure enough, someone on the scene called out the origin of this brush.
"Oh my god, it's actually a five-color star pen. This is a priceless treasure!"
"What is a five-color star pen?" Some people who didn't know started to ask.
"Don't you know? In the age of mythology, there once appeared a Da Luo Tianjun who loved painting. It took Tianjun a hundred years to make such a pen."
"Ah? A magic weapon that Daluo Tianjun has refined over a hundred years? That must be extraordinary. It seems that Guan Tianhou is going to lose."
"Yes, there is no chance of winning at all. In painting, strength alone is useless."
Most people didn't notice Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun ignored everyone's comments. He didn't have a pen, so he didn't need to take it out. He just said lightly: "I don't have a pen in my hand, the pen is in my heart."
Mr. Kunwu was about to paint when he was stunned after hearing this. After a while he nodded and said: "It makes sense. Everything in the world can be used as a pen. I was the one who fell behind."
Having said that, he still drew one stroke, five colors of light gushed out from the tip of the pen, ink sprayed, and a soldier general was born under his painting. In an instant, five hundred soldiers appeared on the paper,
Each one is lifelike.
Zhang Jun stretched out his right hand and raised it a little in the air. The laws vibrated and infinite brilliance emerged. Then, a human-shaped light and shadow completely condensed by the laws appeared. They were also five hundred soldiers. Mr. Kunwu did flat language, while he used the laws to draw
Three-dimensional paintings were produced.
Mr. Kunwu waved his sleeves and shouted: "Go!"
In an instant, the five hundred soldiers came to life, and all of them had the fighting power of the Fajue princes. Their terrifying aura locked Zhang Jun.
Zhang Jun was shocked and said to himself that Kun Wu was really strong. It was incredible that he could form warriors with lord-level combat power! However, he was not afraid at all. He shouted softly and said: "Kill!"
Immediately, the five hundred armored soldiers gathered in the law rushed over and faced the five hundred armored soldiers fearlessly.