Miraculous X-Ray Vision

With a distance of 150,000 miles, it was possible to kill Wuhou with one bow! Even Ling Tianhou and Da Sima are nothing more than that, right? Many people who were not very convinced by Zhang Jun bowed their heads, or simply stepped aside.

"Humph, nothing great! It's nothing more than borrowing the power of the Shenlong Bow!" Suddenly, a young man walked out. When Zhang Jun saw this young man, he was surprised. Because this young man is no one else, it is Ren Xiaofan, the third son of the town king who was made into a puppet by the little demon. Obviously, Xiao Mo deliberately did this, but what does he want to do?

Of course Zhang Jun has to act in concert, frowning: "Even if I borrowed the power of the Shenlong Bow, I was even better. If Shenwuhou is the one who wants a face, he should admit that he lost and then promise me a condition."

Shen Wuhou's face was green and white. He couldn't imagine what kind of conditions Zhang Jun would offer. What if he wanted to take his Shenlong Bow? What should I do if I let him squat on the ground to learn how to bark? So he was very nervous. Fortunately, Ren Xiaoying came out to speak for him at this time.

"Guan Tian Hou, everyone has a field of expertise. It's too arbitrary to compare one item. I think it's better. You can compare two more items. As long as you win all three, everyone will recognize you as Guan Tian Hou. To the truth, everyone admires you. Otherwise, hehe, you are just a fake name!"

Zhang Jun asked: "What do you want to compare to?"

"It's not what I want to compare, but what everyone wants to compare to." Ren Xiaowan said, "You are so young, and you got the rank of Marquis of Heaven not long after you came to the Western Front. We are not convinced. So I suggest to be present. All people are qualified to challenge you and choose to compare what they do best with you, how about?"

Zhang Jun squinted his eyes and secretly said: "Little Devil, what the **** are you doing? Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in this army, if someone compares me with a child, can I compare it?"

At this moment, Xiao Mo was sitting with Jinghua in Houying, Beiyuan, remotely controlling Ren Xiaoying over there. The little demon smiled and said, “Don’t worry about the master, the ideas are all made by Mr. Yuwen. He said that when the master becomes a Tianhou, there will be a large number of people who will be unconvinced. They know how great they are. When these people are convinced, the master can continue the next great cause."

Zhang Junyi thinks that it makes sense. Although he just showed his hand, it is not too shocking. These people should be told to know his real methods and convinced them to no longer underestimate him. Otherwise, he will be respected wherever he goes, in what manner?

After figuring out this section, he laughed "haha" and said, "Since everyone has such a yaxing, then Benhou will stay with him to the end, who is the first?"

Everyone is really shocked now. They have to compete with everyone present, and more than anything else? Is this crown prince crazy? To know that a person's cultivation may not be very good, but maybe there is some kind of extraordinary skill that no one can match. Guan Tianhou is so arrogant, right?

That's right, Zhang Jun at this moment, with an arrogant face, seemed to look down on everyone. This look prevented the popularity of the scene from hitting one place, thinking hard one by one, thinking about how to compare Zhang Jun.

On the most inconspicuous table on the periphery of the person, a taxi was sitting. Next to the taxi was accompanied by a young man, who had an unconvinced expression on his face, while the taxi was drinking wine contentedly. The juvenile watcher didn't pay attention, and suddenly said loudly: "My master is better!"

Shi frowned slightly and gave the young man a fierce look. At the same time, countless eyes fell on the master and apprentice. Helpless, he stood up and clasped his fists and said, "Everyone, it's polite."

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

"What? Mr. Kunwu? Mr. Kunwu who has reached the limit of painting, and even the Emperor Xia is courteous for three points? It is said that his painting skills have reached the magical realm of a broken mountain and a world of painting. Is he?" People around him exclaimed, showing that Mr. Kunwu has a very strong reputation in Daxia.

Mr. Kunwu was recognized, and he could only nod and smile, and said, "It is Kunwu here. I am a kid who likes to make troubles, and everyone laughs."

Wu Shen Hou's eyes lit up, as if grasping the life-saving straw, and immediately said: "Mr. Kunwu, this crown prince doesn't put me in the eyes, and dares us to challenge him casually. Your husband should teach him a lesson."

Mr. Kunwu glanced at Zhang Jun and said with a smile: "The posterity is terrible, I won't mix things up with you."

"Haha..." Suddenly, a loud laugh came. Everyone held their breath one after another, looking at the origin of the sound. At the back of the tent, a burly middle-aged man walked in, grandiose and domineering, Zhang Jun concluded at a glance that the other party was Ling Tianhou.

Sure enough, when everyone saw him, they all greeted him: "Tianhou!"

Ling Tianhou nodded slightly, he first arched his hand to Mr. Kunwu and said: "I don't know if Mr. is here, if you miss him, don't blame him."

Mr. Kunwu smiled "hehe" and said: "I passed by here and heard that Tianhou had a birthday, and I came here to eat and drink. I didn't expect it to be seen through, making Tianhou laugh."

Ling Tianhou's gaze fell on Zhang Jun again, and said, "Guan Tianhou, admiring the name for a long time. You are really heroic when you challenge the heroes present. But Mr. Kunwu here, you said that was a bit too much. "

Zhang Jun narrowed his eyes, and he didn't know much about this Mr. Kunwu. However, Chu Chu and Ling'er were trapped in the scroll, which was made by Mr. Kunwu. After Jiang Huafan was made into a puppet, he learned that Mr. Kunwu had a good relationship with Jiang Huafan. As the saying goes, things are gathered by kind and people are divided by groups. He doesn't think that someone who can get close to Jiang Huashan can be a good thing.

As a result, he really didn't have a good impression of this Mr. Kunwu, so naturally he couldn't talk about giving him face. He immediately smiled and said, "Mr. Kunwu? Benhou has never heard of it, so he must be a mere appearance. "

Mr. Kunwu was taken aback. He admitted that he had not offended the person in front of him. How could he speak so aggressively? However, the clay figurine still has a three-point nature. Zhang Jun looked down on him so much. After all, he was a little angry and said lightly: "Since Tianhou intends to compete, then I will agree. I have no pursuit in my life. I only know how to paint. If you’re willing, we’ll have to compete with each other."

Except for Zhang Jun who went to a painting hobby class when he was a child, he did not paint seriously at all. But this is not a problem for him, he understands the core principles, and everything can be done easily. The question is, how can one surpass the master of painting in front of him?

"I said, if you ask questions, I'll take the trick." His arrogant appearance made many people itch with hatred. If you think about it, please be proud of it. Mr. Kunwu will teach you a lesson and let you know the truth that the heroes of 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 celestial man in the army. Instead, we should use pen and ink as our swordsman and divine mind as the marshal, and fight in front of those present. Field, how?"

Ren Xiaofan immediately clapped his hands and shouted, "Okay! It's still the same. The one who lost, promised a condition for the other party!"

When he shouted so, Mr. Kun Wu gave him an unexpected look, but did not refute it. Zhang Jun wondered if this little demon wanted to sell me out? If you lose, it won't end well. But at this point, he couldn't say much, so he nodded and agreed.

Martial God Hou gazed at Zhang Jun and said, "Boy, you have a chance to beat me, but you will never win Mr. Kunwu. Daxia painter, no one can beat him."

"The defeated commander, just stay!" Zhang Jun suddenly yelled, Wu Shenhou's face flushed, and he was stunned for a while before saying a word.

Mr. Kunwu took out a pen from his arms. The upper end of the pen was entwined with stars, and the end was shining with colorful lights. At a glance, he knew it was extraordinary. Sure enough, someone at the scene called out the origin of this brush.

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

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

"Don't you know? In the era of mythology, there once appeared a great Luo Tianjun who loves painting. That day, he made such a pen after a hundred years."

"Ah? A magical tool made by Daluo Tianjun over a century? It must be extraordinary. It seems that Guan Tianhou is about to lose."

"Yeah, there is no chance of winning at all. In painting, strength alone is useless."

Most people didn't see Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun ignored the discussion. He didn't have a pen, so naturally he didn't need to take it out. He just said indifferently: "I don't have a pen in my hand, the pen is in my heart."

Mr. Kunwu was about to paint, he was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he nodded and said: "The words are reasonable, the world and everything can be used as pens, and I was the one who fell behind."

Having said that, he still drew a single stroke, with five colors of light gushing from the tip of the pen, ink droplets, and a soldier was born under his painting. In an instant, there were five hundred scholars on the paper, all of them vivid.

Zhang Jun stretched out his right hand, a little in the air, the law vibrated, and boundless brilliance emerged. Then, a humanoid light and shadow that was completely condensed by the law appeared, and it was also 500 soldiers. Mr. Kunwu used flat language, while he used three-dimensional paintings.

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

In an instant, five hundred Jiashi came alive, and all of them had the power of the Fajue princes, and the terrifying aura locked Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun was taken aback, saying that Kunwu's strength was really strong, and it was incredible to be able to form a prince-level fighter! However, he didn't have any fear at all, and he gave a soft drink and said, "Kill!"

Suddenly, the armored soldiers gathered by the five-hundred rules rushed over and faced the five hundred armored soldiers fearlessly.

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