Chapter 877: Comparing Confucianism and Taoism? Come!

A genius can remember the address of this website in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! Su Yu's strength was undoubtedly revealed at this moment, and he was unstoppable. There was no one along the way who could match him.

His speed was extremely fast, and Kong Hui had no intention of avoiding him. The two of them were already close at hand.

"Haha, King Su is too arrogant!"

In the void, the Taoist nun's eyes were even more unhappy. She flicked her wrist, a brush swirled in her hand, and then she raised her hand and waved it.

Immediately, a line of ink turned into a trace and fell between Su Yu and Kong Hui.

The originally very close distance actually gradually became far away at this moment. This line of ink seemed to be drawn into a chasm, blocking the two people. The ink overflowed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it seemed to have turned into a wide and fast river. , boundless.

The writing becomes a river!

The attainments of these three painters in painting have reached the pinnacle. With just one stroke, they can change the world. When the level of painting reaches a certain level, they can even paint the sun!

"you wanna die?!"

Su Yu paused in his steps and looked up into the void, with a cold light in his eyes.

The arrival of these three people is really like a stir-up, looking aloof, as if everything between heaven and earth should be led by them.

The corner of Huangfulang's mouth curled up with a hint of mystery. The worse Su Yu's situation became, the more proud he would naturally be. These three people had a transcendent status in the painting pavilion. If Su Yu was offended to death, then he could sit on the mountain and watch. Tigers fight.

The monk from Leiyin Temple breathed a huge sigh of relief and looked at Su Yu with no regrets.

Hong Ling looked at Su Yu, with a trace of ridicule in her eyes. He really regarded himself as a person, just a little mountain king. Is he looking for death with such rampage?

Many powerful people such as the Great Zhou Royal Family and Donghuang Kingdom frowned slightly. It was really unwise for Su Yu to offend everyone in Hua Ge in this way.

Patriarch Situ's eyes flashed, and he immediately raised his hand to salute the three people in the painting pavilion and said: "The three immortals don't know something. King Su is just eager for revenge. He has no intention of offending. Please don't be angry."

At the same time, he winked at Su Yu and told him not to be impulsive.

However, Su Yu turned a deaf ear.

The Three Immortals can be respected by people. In the final analysis, they still rely on their strong strength and power to overwhelm others. Su Yu does not accept this!

"Haha, don't worry, as long as King Su gives us the scroll of heaven, we will not care about this matter." One of them said.

"That's right, the three of us don't have to get angry with a junior." The Taoist nun also nodded.

From this tone, it seemed as if the scroll of Heavenly Dao was originally part of their painting pavilion.

"How ridiculous! The three of you came to rob me, a so-called junior, and you still have the nerve to talk like this?" Su Yu chuckled with great disdain.

This sentence was undoubtedly a slap in the face, and the faces of the three people instantly turned pale.

"That's alright." One of them sighed softly, "The scroll of Heavenly Dao is of great use to our painting pavilion. This kind of thing is useless in the hands of ordinary people. We have also heard about King Su's performance in the Confucian examination. If it is Confucianism and Daoism, If your achievements can be recognized by us, it doesn’t matter if this painting is in your hands.”

"Senior brother!" The Taoist nun frowned with unwillingness.

The senior brother waved his hand, as if he was giving Su Yu a huge advantage, "Yun Hong, go and compete with King Su."

"Haha, awesome, you guys are so shameless!" Su Yu shook his head and laughed angrily.

This painting originally belonged to him, and this group of people seemed to be fighting for opportunities for themselves to make the distribution more reasonable.

Others will also have different expressions. Yun Hong is a painter in the Painting Pavilion. Everyone has seen his actions before. His strength is unparalleled. Let Su Yu compete with him in Confucianism and Taoism?

This is clearly bullying.

They can rob other people's things and still pretend to be aggrieved, as if they are taking advantage of them. These three old men are worthy of being old men who have lived for countless years.

Shame and scheming are really not something to hide.

"King Su, we have given you the opportunity. Don't toast or eat as a penalty!" The Taoist nun's face darkened and she spoke coldly.

"Are the people in Hua Ge still such scoundrels?" Lu Fuzi sneered, "Back then you were also shamelessly trying to fight for the orthodoxy of Confucianism and Taoism, but your methods really haven't changed at all!"

"Confucianism and Taoism have begun to be buried in the hands of your Shige. For so many years, not a single decent disciple has appeared. A Confucian exam has allowed an outsider to steal the show. What qualifications do you have to call Confucianism and Taoism orthodox?" The three people spoke. Not polite, still looking arrogant.

At the same time, Yun Hong had arrived on the ring and looked at Su Yu.

Everyone also turned their attention to Su Yu. They were curious and wanted to see what this powerful king would do.

There is no doubt that the strength of the Three Immortals is the highest in the field. At least in their eyes, Su Yu is far from their opponent.

The situation at this time was in stark contrast to the situation just now. Dawangshan, which was originally so powerful, instantly became the weak side.

I have to admit that Hua Ge is a holy land after all. It has been famous for many years, and its background is much stronger than new forces like Dawang Mountain.

In full view of everyone, Su Yu looked calm, but slowly stepped onto the ring.

Did you finally compromise? Everyone is thinking.

Yun Hong raised his hand slightly and took out his brush, "King Su, please!"

"I'm not on stage to compete with you." Su Yu's voice was calm and his eyes looked directly past him, "You're not worthy yet!"

Then, he looked at the three immortals in the void, "You want to ask me about Confucianism? Why bother? You are a painting pavilion, let's just use paintings to compare!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's hearts were beating wildly and they looked at Su Yu in disbelief.

Is this guy... crazy?

What kind of existence are the Three Immortals of the Painting Pavilion? They are also warriors who stand proudly at the top of the divine realm. Moreover, their level of painting has definitely reached an unimaginable level. Su Yu wants to challenge them? And it’s still a drawing?

"No...no way, there's no point in fighting at all!"

"Not necessarily. Have you forgotten the previous two games? Le Ge's Le Dao lost, Tianli Kingdom's Ken Dao also lost. Dawang Mountain, maybe he can really do everything!"

"It's so crazy. Dawang Mountain is so crazy. This inexplicable confidence is really awe-inspiring!"

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The people from all the major forces couldn't calm down at all, they were talking a lot, and they all stared blankly at Su Yu on the ring.

The three Immortals from the Painting Pavilion had their expressions darkened, with a hint of disdain on their faces, and did not take Su Yu's words seriously.

"I don't know how high the sky is and how high it is. You probably don't even know how to hold a pen, how can you paint?" Yun Hong's eyes flashed with anger, and he waved his wrist and started painting.

"Who said you have to use a brush to paint?" Su Yu stood with his hands behind his hands and said, "You want to see the scroll of heaven, well, I will let you see it now!"