Chapter 540

When I saw the young leader among the Japanese people.

After Wu Wenshan's death, the faces of many leading Chinese artists suddenly changed, and Qi Qi exclaimed.

"It's him, Sato Chengyi. When did he come to China

Even wuwenshan's eyes are fixed.

"Sato Chengyi, Sato Chengyi, my God!"

And some people in the crowd also recognized one after another, and could not help but emit waves of unbelievable screams.

Even Cangshu snow is no exception.

Li Ergao, a little fat man behind Li Yongmin, couldn't help asking, "Mr. Cang, who is Sato Chengyi?"

Ye Chen and Li Yongmin look at xiangcangshuxue together.

Cangshu and Xue take a deep breath. Mei Mou looks at the young Japanese: "Sato Chengyi is the youngest talented painter in Japan. It is said that he learned painting at the age of four, understood painting at the age of eight, and became a sensation in Japan at the age of ten."

"It is said that when he was 11 years old, he challenged the Japanese painter Ichiro Ishikawa. Later..."

At this point, she stopped abruptly, a little pale.

The little fat man rolled his eyes and said, "what happened? Mr. Cang, do you mean that you are going to kill us

"It's said that later this young man made a picture of China's hell at the time of the competition, and the painting Saint Ichiro Ishikawa could not extricate himself just by looking at it."

When the book was snowed, he said with a funny face: "when people found something wrong and tried to wake up Ishikawa Ichiro, they found that Ishikawa Ichiro was broken No more gas! "

Her voice was not loud or small, but it spread word for word to every corner of the competition hall. People could not help but feel creepy after hearing the words.

"At a glance, his painting is dead? No way! "

"It's true that a friend of mine in Japan also mentioned this to me. Later, Sato Cheng became the youngest painter in Japan. It is said that his paintings can make people hallucinate."

Stammered a woman in luxury.

People couldn't help but look at Sato Chengyi as if they believed him, with a strong color of fear in their eyes.

Master Wu has met his opponent!

At the same time.

A young man in a suit came out slowly after Sato Cheng.

The other party nodded politely to all of them, then looked at Wu Wenshan and said in the most pure Chinese: "He Yan Inoue has seen Master Wu, the saint of Chinese painting."

"Mr. Inoue is bringing people to find me today. What do you want to do?" Wu Wenshan looked at him directly, expressionless, to be exact, at Sato Chengyi behind him.

With a gentle smile, Inoue said, "this is Mr. Sato, the new generation of Japanese painting Saint behind the well. Mr. Sato has long heard the name of Master Wu, the Chinese painting saint. Therefore, he went to China on his own after a long journey across the ocean, just to communicate with Master Wu."

The eloquence of this man is excellent. He came here to smash the field and score high and low. But in his mouth, he became a painter.

"Unbridled!"

Without waiting for Wu Wenshan to speak, an old man behind him stood up and shouted, "Mr. Inoue, who do you think we master Wu are? Is it something you can challenge at will? "

"Yes, it's OK to challenge. We have to say it in advance. We can't play until we set the date. How could you wait so recklessly? It's a barbarian country! "

Another person said no.

All of these people are big men in the art circle of Jinling. The purpose they are holding is that the challenge comes too suddenly, and Wu Wenshan is not prepared for it. If one doesn't play well, it will ruin the face of China.

After all, the other side can defeat the existence of a painter!

"But our visa is about to expire. We have to go back to China tomorrow morning at the latest. I wonder if master Wu has time today." He Yan frowned.

"No, get out of here and kill you!"

Many onlookers shouted out.

Inoue's face was a little ugly. Looking back at Sato Cheng behind him, he croaked. Then he saw that Sato Cheng, the young painter, led the people towards the outside. It seemed that he was going to leave.

When he came to the door, Sato Cheng stopped and looked back at Wu Wenshan and other people. He grinned and said with a disdainful smile, "all Chinese are loters who dare not fight!"

At the end of the speech, he also gave several aggressive thumbs up.

As soon as this words came out, everyone on the spot fried the pot, countless people rolled up their sleeves and tried to rush up to stop them, and they kept throwing things at Heyan and others in the well.

And Sato Chengyi is not afraid, but more and more disdainful!

"Wait!"

Wu Wenshan, who had been silent for a long time, said loudly: "since you want to fight, let's fight. I will accept your challenge!"

Although he was afraid of Kato and didn't want to fight!

But he had to fight!

Because he knew that if he let these Japanese people leave, the negative news that he did not dare to accept the war would come out on the Internet soon after, even rising to the issue of national dignity.

"Very good!"

Sato gave a smile.

Next, the staff of Jinling Art Museum and the staff of Heyan IgAN, Inoue and so on discussed and decided to place the venue of the competition in a wetland park opposite to Jinling Art Museum.

More than half an hour later.

Almost all the people gathered in the wetland park. Looking at it, hundreds of people even caused a crowded scene.

Sato Chengyi and Wu Wenshan stand on a vacant lot of Wetland Park one after another. Beside them, there is an artificial lake. It is in autumn and winter. The water is cold, motionless, like dead water.

"Two, who will come first?"

Jinling artists, who were temporarily selected as judges, looked at each other and asked.

Wu Wenshan was about to open his mouth when he saw Inoue Kazuhiko step forward and said: "Mr. Misaki Sato felt remorse for his sudden visit to master Wu. In order to apologize, he decided to come first!"

Then he clapped his hands. Immediately, two Japanese men opened their backpacks and took out a wide and long canvas. They grabbed the end of the canvas and opened the blank canvas like a white wall.

After all the preparations have been completed.

Sato took a step forward and closed his eyes after taking a deep breath. At the same time, he picked up his brush and kept waving on the canvas. His movements were like flowing clouds.

The whole scene was silent.

All of us stared at all of this, fearing to miss any detail. However, our hearts could not help stirring up.

"He closed his eyes to paint!"

"My God, how can it be that you can't see anything when you close your eyes. What if the painting is wrong?"

Many people secretly exclaimed.

They looked at Sato again and became unusual.

This is a master, an absolute master!