Chapter 877： Better than Confucianism? Come!

The genius remembers the address of this site for one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! Su Yu’s strength is undoubtedly revealed at this moment, unstoppable, and no one is his unification.

His speed is extremely fast, and Kong Hui doesn't mean to avoid it at all. The two are close at hand.

"Oh, King Su is too much nobody!"

In the void, the aunt's eyes were even more unpleasant, her wrist shaking, a brush swirling in her hand, and then raising her hand to wave.

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

At this moment, the very close distance gradually became far away. This ink seems to be painted as a sky, blocked between the two, the ink is overflowing quickly, and it seems to become a sharp and wide river in a blink of an eye. , Boundless.

Write a pen!

The attainments of these three painting pavilions in painting have reached the point of reaching their peak. With just one stroke, you can change the world, as the level of painting is raised to a certain point, and you can even draw the sun!

"you wanna die?!"

Su Yu's footsteps paused, and he looked up into the void, with a chill in his eyes.

The arrival of these three people is really like a **** stick. A pair of tall people, it seems that everything between heaven and earth should be dominated by them.

The corners of Huang Fulang's mouth curled up with a subtle arc. The worse the situation of Su Yu, the more proud he was. The three of them were detached in the painting pavilion. If Su Yu was offended, then he could sit on the mountain and watch Tiger fighting.

The monk of Leiyin Temple was greatly relieved and looked at Su Yu without misfortune.

Hongya looked at Su Yu with a trace of sarcasm in his eyes. He really regarded himself as a person. A small mountain king, so rampant, is he looking for death?

However, many strengths such as the Dazhou royal family and the Eastern Huangguo frowned slightly. Su Yu was so unwise to offend everyone in the painting court.

His eyes flashed, and immediately raised his hand to salute the three people in the painting hall and said: "The three immortals don't know that King Su only avenged his heart. There is 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.

Sanxian can be respected by people. In the final analysis, it still relies on strong strength to press people with strength. Su Yu does not eat this set!

"Oh, rest assured, as long as King Su gave us the scroll of Heavenly Dao, we will not take care of this matter." One of them said.

"Yes, the three of us can't get angry with a junior." The aunt also nodded.

Listening to this tone, it seems that the scroll of heaven is originally the thing of their paintings.

"It's ridiculous! The three of you came to rob me of this so-called junior thing, and there is still a face to speak like this?" Su Yu chuckled, extremely disdainful.

This sentence is undoubtedly a face-slap, so that the three people's complexions instantly turned green.

"It's okay." One of them sighed, "Tian Dao's scroll is not a trivial matter, and it is of great use to our paintings. This kind of thing is useless in the hands of ordinary people. We also heard about the performance of King Su in the Confucian test. Our attainments can be recognized by us. It doesn’t matter if this picture is in your hands."

"Brother!" The aunt frowned, unwilling.

The elder brother waved his hand, as if giving Su Yu a huge bargain. "Yunhong, please go and discuss with King Su."

"Oh, powerful, your face is really powerful!" Su Yu shook his head and smiled angrily.

This painting was originally his thing. This group of people seemed to be fighting for opportunities for themselves to make the distribution more reasonable.

Others will also have different faces. Yun Hong is a painting in the painting pavilion. He has seen it before and he has seen it before. His strength is awesome. Let Su Yu compare with him?

This is a bully.

Robbing others' things can also pretend to be a grievance. It seems that the other party has taken advantage of them. These three old men deserve to be the old men who have lived for countless years. The face and the mind are really not covered.

"Da Su, we have given you the opportunity not to toast and not to eat fine wine!" Dao Gu's face dropped, and he said coldly.

"Is the person in the painting pavilion still so rogue?" Lufuzi sneered. "You were also cheeky and wanted to compete for Confucianism, Taoism, orthodoxy. The means haven't changed!"

"Confucianism and Taoism have begun to be buried in your poetry pavilion. For so many years, a decent disciple has not appeared, and a Confucian test has been put on the scene. It actually made an outsider stand out. What qualifications are called Confucianism orthodox?" You're welcome, it's still an arrogant look.

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

The people also set their sights on Su Yu. They were curious and wanted to see what this powerful king would do.

The strength of Sanxian is undoubtedly the highest in the game. At least in their view, Su Yu is far from his opponent.

At this time, the situation and the situation just happened to form a contrast. The originally powerful Dawang Mountain instantly became the weak side.

I have to admit that the Pavilion is a holy place after all, and it has been famous for many years. The background is much stronger than the new force of Dawang Mountain Under the eyes of all eyes, Su Yu looked calm, but he slowly set foot on the ring.

Is it still a compromise after all? Everyone was thinking.

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

"I didn't compete with you on stage." Su Yu's voice was faint, and his eyes crossed directly over him. "You are not worthy!"

Then, he looked at the three immortals in the void, "Do you want to ask me about Confucianism? Why don't you be so troublesome, you are an art pavilion, let's just compare it with painting!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was beating wildly and looked at Su Yu in disbelief.

Is this guy... crazy?

The three immortals in the painting pavilion, what kind of existence is that, they are also the arrogant warriors in the **** realm, and the level of painting has definitely reached an unimaginable level. Su Yu wants to challenge them? And it's still better than drawing?

"No... no, it doesn't make sense at all!"

"Not necessarily, have you forgotten the previous two games? The music road of Lege lost, and the swordsman of Heavenly Kingdom also lost. Dawang Mountain, maybe nothing will happen!"

"It's crazy, Dawang Mountain is really crazy, this inexplicable confidence is really awesome!"

...

The people of all major forces couldn't calm down at all, and there was a lot of discussion. They all looked at Su Yu above the ring in a daze.

And the three immortals in the painting pavilion had a dull complexion, with a trace of disdain on his face, and didn't take Su Yu's words seriously.

"I don't know if the sky is thick and thick, you don't think you can even take the pen. How do you paint?" Yun Hong's eyes flashed with anger, his wrists waved, and he had already started painting.

"Who said you have to use a pen to paint?" Su Yu stood up with his hand, and said, "You want to see the scroll of the heavenly way, well, I will show you now!"

(End of this chapter)