Chapter 627 War Book

Mei Zhanlong said this, but his heart was awe-inspiring.

He had already seen the cause of Zha Liang's death, and he must have used the Soul Refinement Talisman with the flames, and then he was killed by backlash.

It's just that the other party is not afraid of the soul refining talisman of the flames, but he can still attack Zha Liang. This kind of cultivation makes him feel a little palpitated.

The steward didn't speak, and listened respectfully beside him. In his opinion, Mei Zhanlong would definitely break out the wrath of thunder and kill the boy surnamed Qin at the door, and it was not surprising that even the Li family would express their anger together.

However, Mei Zhanlong did not get furious as he thought, and said, "I will write a gauntlet now, and you will send it to that person."

The steward was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Is it necessary for the master to be so troublesome? Why don't you just come to the door and kill him?"

Mei Zhanlong said, "As the number one person on Hong Kong Island, everyone respects me as a master. It is natural to act like a master. You should just do what I say."

Of course he wouldn't tell the steward what he thought in his heart. Qin Haodong's performance shocked him a bit. He first let the flames refine his soul and then killed Yi Chenzi silently.

Such an opponent, even if he has to be careful, needs to do some adequate preparations in advance, otherwise he will fall to the altar of the first person on Hong Kong Island after the first battle.

It takes time to prepare. Now both apprentices have been killed by Qin Haodong. If he does not react, he will definitely be ridiculed and questioned by others.

If you want to save your face and gain time to prepare, writing a gauntlet is the best way.

The steward naturally could not have imagined so much. After working under Mei Zhanlong for so many years, he had already developed a arrogant and arrogant temperament. In his eyes, Mei Zhanlong was invincible in the world.

After Mei Zhanlong wrote the gauntlet in his own hand, he took it and walked to the Li Family Manor.

In the early morning of the second day, 20 members of Daddy's security company transferred from Jiangnan by Qin Haodong had already flown to Hong Kong Island and arrived at Li's villa.

The leader of the team is Zhang Tieniu. His cultivation has reached the realm of a half-step grandmaster, and the distance is always only a small step away. The other members of the father company behind him have also reached the sixth rank of Dark Power. Cultivation.

Moreover, these people first came from the military, and later began to practice martial arts, and their abilities in all aspects were extremely outstanding. A bodyguard team with such tyrannical strength is enough to defend the capital of the country.

"Thanks a lot."

Qin Haodong reached out and patted Zhang Tieniu on the shoulder. Zhang Tieniu suddenly felt that the master-level bottleneck that had been bothering him for a long time was instantly opened.

The boss's light tap actually helped him break through and reach the realm of the first-rank grandmaster.

"Thank you boss!"

Zhang Tieniu looked at Qin Haodong, full of admiration and admiration.

Qin Haodong nodded slightly. It seems that after training his enhanced version of the medicinal pill, the realm of these people has improved quite well.

He introduced Zhang Tieniu and the others to Li Dongguo. Several people were talking in the living room when suddenly the housekeeper Cheng Bo ran in and said in a panic, "Master, Mei Zhanlong's steward is here, saying that he is here to issue a war letter. "

Li Dongguo was also a little nervous, looking at Qin Haodong, Qin Haodong said, "Let him come in!"

Cheng Bo agreed and backed out. He didn't have much time, and walked in with an arrogant steward.

After entering the door, the steward said arrogantly, "Who is Qin Haodong?"

"I am!"

The steward pouted and looked at Qin Haodong, then brought the book of war in his hand, "Boy, this is the book of war that my master gave you."

Qin Haodong took the battle book and glanced at it. There were not many words on it. It read "At ten o'clock in the morning after the seventh day, Shenlong Island will fight to the death!" The inscription is Mei Zhanlong.

He threw the war book aside and said, "Go back and tell Mei Zhanlong, I will take the war book!"

The steward sneered: "Boy, aren't you thinking of running? Let me tell you, if you run away, the first unlucky person will be the Li family."

"Without education, didn't Mei Zhanlong teach you how to be a human being!"

Qin Haodong was completely irritated by the manager's attitude. After entering the door, the guy pretended to be forceful again and again. He waved at Zhang Tieniu, "Throw him out!"

"You dare, boy, I am the steward of Master Mei Zhanlong, you dare to disrespect me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Tie Niu's casserole-sized fist appeared in front of him, and he punched blood from his nostrils.

As the manager of Mei Zhanlong's subordinates, this guy also has a certain level of cultivation. Originally, he wanted to resist, but he found that in front of Zhang Tieniu, his ability was like a child's game, and it didn't work at all.

Zhang Tie Niu carried him to the front door, raised his hand and threw it out.

"you……"

The steward got up from the ground and wanted to show his prestige, but when he saw Zhang Tieniu's vicious eyes, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything, and ran back in despair.

In the living room, Li Dongguo and Li Meiyu also read the gauntlet, and Li Dongguo said worriedly: "Little Brother Medical Saint, how is it? Are you sure?"

"It's nothing, it's just an old magic stick, it's just that 7 days is a little longer." Qin Haodong didn't take this challenge too seriously, he asked, "Where is this Dragon Island?"

Li Dongguo said: "Shenlong Island is a small island about fifty or sixty nautical miles away from Hong Kong Island. It is desolate on weekdays, and no one goes there at all. I will arrange a boat to send the little brother to the doctor in seven days."

Qin Haodong simply asked a few more questions and then returned to his room. Li Dongguo thought he was going to prepare for the battle and ordered his family not to disturb him.

Of course, he is not preparing for the war. Seven days is enough for him to do a lot of things. Now the most important thing is to get the bronze head of the zodiac in Sir Owen's hands into his own hands.

If you get another high-grade spirit stone, your cultivation will be raised to the level of a ninth-grade grandmaster, not to mention a small Mei Zhanlong.

Qin Haodong opened his laptop, searched and checked a large number of Picasso's works, and took a look at the ancient paintings of other European celebrities.

After that, he searched a lot of information and materials. As an expert in counterfeiting, he naturally knew how to make a flawless ancient painting.

Two hours later, he took Nalan Wushuang out the door and started shopping in large quantities. He bought a lot of painting-related supplies and various kinds of drawing paper, and then he was busy in the room.

As the evening approached, Qin Haodong imitated forty Picasso paintings, and these ten paintings were grouped into four groups.

He stretched his waist and said to Nalan Wushuang, who was concentrating on cultivation next to him: "Wushuang, come and see how my paintings are."

Nalan Wushuang stopped cultivating, walked over to him, picked up a painting and glanced at it, then spat and said, "Rogue!"

Qin Haodong was a little baffled. Seeing Nalan Wushuang's perfect figure, he just thought carefully, how could he be a rogue?

He couldn't help but look at the painting in Nalan Wu's hands. It was a sketch of a human body. It was a middle-aged woman, naked, with a plump chest, a slender waist and a mysterious area. Bi Xian, even the expression on his face can be clearly seen.

Qin Haodong said with a smile, "This is art. If you take it out, you can sell it for a lot of money."

Nalan Wushuang pouted and said, "How much can it sell? Don't think I don't know that these things cost a few hundred yuan in total."

"That's different. When I just bought it, it was a raw material. Now it is a work of art after I have processed it. Picasso's supreme work of art."

Nalan Wushuang flipped through it a few more times. This group was all body sketches. She threw it aside and picked up another group to look at. This group was painted by children, and she could still accept it.

The sketch paper processed by Qin Haodong is completely different from when they just bought it. The whole picture has a dark tone, and the material of the paper seems to have changed. If these things were not bought by her, they would really Thought it was a sketch paper from the Middle Ages.

As for the things on the paintings, she doesn't know anything about Chinese antiques, let alone Western art.

Qin Haodong asked, "What do you think of these paintings?"

Nalan Wushuang put the sketch paper on the table and smiled: "I think I drew better than this when I was in elementary school."

Qin Haodong's black line: "Forget it, it's nothing to show you. I'd better ask an expert to take a look and see if there are any loopholes in my paintings."

Although he has absolute confidence in his technique of imitating ancient paintings, after all, this is the first time to imitate Western works, and it is related to the bronze heads of the Chinese zodiac, so he must be careful.

Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone and called Tian Ye.

"Hello Mr. Qin, what do you want me to do?"

The phone was connected, and Tian Ye's respectful voice came from there.

In just half a day, the news of Grandmaster Mei Zhanlong's battle with Huaxia Medical Sage has spread all over Hong Kong Island.

At this moment, he already knew the identity of Qin Haodong, and he heard that this young man killed Master Zha and Yi Chenzi one after another. Whether it was the medical saint's identity or this super-strong cultivation, it was enough to make him feel his heart. admire.

"Manager Tian, ​​I would like to ask if you understand the appraisal of Chinese painting, which is the Western kind."

Tian Ye said: "I only know a little bit, but I am not particularly proficient. If you need it, I have a professional appraiser here, and they will give you a satisfactory appraisal."

Qin Haodong said, "That's great. I have a Picasso work here. Please bring someone to identify it."

"Mr. Qin, are you sure you're not joking?"

Although I heard Qin Haodong say that he has Picasso's paintings in his hand, he didn't take it too seriously, thinking he was just talking about it casually.

Picasso can be said to be the only person in the history of human art who saw his work with his own eyes and was collected by the Louvre when he was alive. His fame can be imagined.

When he was alive, the works he created were already in the pockets of collectors, and his works were hardly seen on the market.