Chapter 1223 Mr. Kunwu

From a distance of 150,000 miles, he could kill five princes with one bow! Even Ling Tianhou and Da Sima are nothing more than this, right? Many people who were originally unconvinced by Zhang Jun lowered their heads or simply stepped aside.

"Hmph, it's nothing special! It's just borrowing the power of the Dragon Bow!" Suddenly, a young man walked out. Zhang Jun was greatly surprised when he saw this young man. Because this young man is none other than Ren Xiaoping, the third son of King Zhen who was turned into a puppet by the little devil. Obviously, Xiao Mo did this on purpose, but what did he want to do?

Of course, Zhang Jun had to cooperate and said with a frown: "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 would he do if he wanted to take away his Shenlong Bow? What should I do if I let him squat on the ground and learn to bark? So he was very nervous. Fortunately, Ren Xiaoping came out to speak for him at this time.

"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. After all, everyone admires you. Otherwise, hey, you’re just in vain!”

Zhang Jun asked: "What do you want to compete with?"

"It's not what I want to compare, 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. Everyone is 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 was sitting with Yu Wen Jinghua in Beiyuan Hou's tent, controlling Ren Xiaoying over there by remote control. The little devil smiled and said: "Master, don't worry, the ideas are all from Mr. Yuwen. He said that if the master becomes a Tianhou, there will be a lot of people who are not convinced. The master simply takes this opportunity to show off his skills in a glamorous way and let others They know how powerful it is. Only when these people are convinced can the master continue his great work."

Zhang Junyi thought it made sense. Even though he had shown his hand just now, it was not that shocking. These people should be made aware of his true methods, so that they would be convinced and no longer look down upon him. Otherwise, as a prince, he would not be respected wherever he went. How would he behave?

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. They wanted to compete with everyone present, and what could they compete with? Is this Guan Tianhou crazy? You must know that a person's cultivation may not be very good, but he may have some extraordinary skills that others cannot match. Isn't it too arrogant for Guan Tianhou to be so trusting?

That's right, Zhang Jun at this moment had an arrogant face, as if he looked down on everyone. This look made everyone present extremely popular, and everyone was thinking hard, thinking of ways to defeat this Zhang Jun.

Sitting on the most inconspicuous table at the outermost edge of the crowd was a middle-aged scribe. The middle-aged scribe was accompanied by 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. At the same time, countless eyes fell on the master and disciple. The middle-aged scribe was helpless. He stood up and clasped his fists and said, "Everyone, please be polite."

In the crowd, a prince rubbed his eyes and suddenly shouted: "Oh my God! Isn't this the saint Mr. Kunwu in the painting?"

"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 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 everyone 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 loud laugh came. Everyone held their breath and looked towards the place where the sound originated. In the back tent, a burly middle-aged man walked in. He was majestic and domineering. Zhang Jun concluded at a glance that the man was Ling Tianhou.

Sure enough, when everyone saw him, they all saluted: "Marquis of Heaven!"

Ling Tianhou nodded slightly. He first bowed his hands to Mr. Kunwu and said, "I don't know if Mr. Kun is here, but you are not welcome at a distance. Sir, don't be surprised."

Mr. Kunwu smiled "haha" and said: "I was passing by here and heard about Tianhou's birthday, so I came here specially to have 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 this Mr. Kunwu very well. But when Chuchu and Ling'er were trapped in the scroll, it was this Mr. Kunwu who made it. After Jiang Huashan was refined into a puppet, he learned that Mr. Kunwu had a good relationship with Jiang Huashan. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. He didn't think that people who were close to Jiang Huashan were good people.

Therefore, he didn't have a good impression of this Mr. Kunwu, so naturally he didn't give him face. He immediately laughed and said, "Mr. Kunwu? I haven't heard of him. I guess he is just a superficial person."

Mr. Kunwu was stunned. He thought he had never offended the person in front of him. Why did he speak so harshly? However, even a clay figure still has some earthiness. Zhang Jun looked down on him so much that he was a little angry after all. He said lightly: "Since Tianhou wants to compete, I will agree. I have no other pursuits in my life, I only know painting. If you are willing, let's compete in painting."

Except for taking a painting hobby class when he was a child, Zhang Jun has never painted seriously. But this is not a problem for him. After understanding the core principles, everything can be done easily. The question is, how can he surpass the great master of painting in front of him?

"I said, you ask questions, I take them." He put his hands behind his back, and his arrogant look made many people present hate him. I thought to myself, you can be proud, and Mr. Kunwu will teach you a lesson later, so that 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 a great general in the army. How about this? Let's use pen and ink as weapons and divine thoughts as marshals, and fight in front of everyone present, how about that?"

Ren Xiaogong immediately clapped his hands and shouted, "Okay! It's still the same as before. The losing party agrees to one condition of the other party!"

When he shouted like this, Mr. Kunwu looked at him unexpectedly, but did not refute. Zhang Jun thought to himself, is this little devil going to sell me out? If he loses, it will be a bad ending. But at this point, he can't say much, so he nodded and agreed.

Martial God Marquis looked at Zhang Jun with gloating and said, "Boy, you beat me by chance, but you can never beat Mr. Kunwu. No one in Daxia can compare to him."

"The defeated general, stay aside!" Zhang Jun suddenly scolded, and the face of the Martial God Marquis turned red. He was stunned for a while and didn't say a word.

Mr. Kunwu took out a pen from his bosom. The top of the pen was wrapped with strands of starlight, and the tail was shining with colorful light. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary product. Sure enough, someone at the scene called out the origin of this brush.

"Oh my God, it's a five-color starlight pen, which is a priceless treasure!"

"What is a five-color starlight pen?" Someone who didn't know began to ask.

"Don't you know? In the mythological era, there was a Daluo Tianjun who loved painting. It took him a hundred years to make such a pen."

"Ah? The magic weapon that Daluo Tianjun spent a hundred years to refine? It must be extraordinary. It seems that Guan Tianhou will lose."

"Yes, there is no chance of winning. In painting, strength alone is useless."

Most people didn't see Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun ignored everyone's discussion. 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, but the pen is in my heart."

Mr. Kunwu was about to paint. He was stunned when he heard this. After a while, he nodded and said: "That makes sense. Everything in the world can be a pen. I am inferior."

Although he said so, he still drew a stroke. Five-colored light gushed out of the tip of the pen, and ink splashed. One by one, soldiers and generals were born under his painting. In an instant, five hundred soldiers jumped onto the paper, each of them lifelike.

Zhang Jun stretched out his right hand and pointed in the air. The law vibrated and infinite light emerged. Then, a human figure of light and shadow condensed by the law appeared, also five hundred armored soldiers. Mr. Kunwu made two-dimensional words, while he used the law to draw a three-dimensional picture.

Mr. Kunwu waved his sleeves and shouted: "Go!"

In an instant, the five hundred armored soldiers came to life, and each of them had the fighting power of the princes of the law. The terrible aura locked Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun was shocked and thought that Kunwu's strength was really strong. It was incredible that he could form armored soldiers with the fighting power of the princes! However, he was not afraid at all, and shouted softly, "Kill!"

Suddenly, the five hundred armored soldiers condensed by the law rushed over and fearlessly faced the five hundred armored soldiers.

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