Conquer a Mountain And Become The Great King Chapter 877: Better than Confucianism and Taoism? Come!

The genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Top Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! Su Yu's strength is undoubtedly revealed at this moment, unstoppable, and no one is his all-in-one general along the way.

His speed is extremely fast, and Konghui has no intention of avoiding at all, the two are already close at hand.

"Hehe, King Su is too defiant!"

In the sky, the uncle Dao didn't like it even more. With a flick of her wrist, a brush was swirled in her hand, and then she raised her hand with a wave.

Immediately, a trail of ink turned into a trace and fell between Su Yu and Konghui.

At this moment, the distance that was originally very close has gradually become far away. This line of ink seems to have been drawn into a sky, blocking between the two, and the ink is overflowing quickly, and it seems to become an emergency in a blink of an eye. The wide river is boundless.

Complete the pen into a river!

The accomplishments of these three painters in painting have reached the pinnacle. With any stroke, they can change the world and the ground, as the level of painting is raised to a certain level, and even the sun can be drawn!

"Are you looking for death?!"

Su Yu's footsteps paused, and he looked up at the void, with a cold light in his eyes.

The arrival of these three people is really like a shit-stirring stick, with a high-level appearance, as if everything between heaven and earth should be led by them.

The corners of Huangfulang's mouth curled up with a faint arc. The worse Su Yu's situation was, the more proud he naturally became. These three people are in aloof position in the painting pavilion. If Su Yu is offended to death, then he can do it. Sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight.

The monk of Leiyin Temple was greatly relieved, looking at Su Yu, there is no misfortune.

Hong Ling looked at Su Yu, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. He really regarded himself as a person, a little mountain king, so rampant, is he looking for death?

The powers of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Eastern Desolation Kingdom frowned slightly. It is unwise for Su Yu to offend everyone in the painting pavilion so much.

The ancestor Situ flashed his eyes, and immediately raised his hand to salute the three people in the painting pavilion and said: "The three immortals know something, King Su is only eager for revenge, there is no intention of offending, please don't get angry."

At the same time, winking at Su Yu, telling him not to be impulsive.

However, Su Yu turned a deaf ear.

Three immortals can be respected by people. In the final analysis, it is still relying on strong strength to suppress people with power. Su Yu will not take this set!

"Hehe, don't worry, as long as King Su gives us the scroll of Heavenly Dao, we won't care about this matter." One of them said.

"Yes, the three of us still don't want to get angry with a junior." The aunt also nodded.

Listening to this tone, it's as if the paintings of the heavens were originally the objects of their painting pavilion.

"It's ridiculous! The three of you came to **** something from my so-called junior, so you still have the face to talk like that?" Su Yu chuckled, extremely disdainful.

This sentence is undoubtedly a slap in the face, making the faces of the three people instantly green.

"Never mind." One of them sighed softly, "Heavenly Dao scrolls are not trivial, they are of great use to our painting pavilion. Such things are useless in the hands of ordinary people. We have also heard of King Su's performance in Confucianism. Confucianism and Taoism can be recognized by us, and it’s okay to put this painting in your hands."

"Brother!" The aunt frowned, unwilling.

The brother waved his hand, as if he had taken a huge advantage to Su Yu, "Yunhong, go and discuss with King Su."

"Hehe, awesome, your face is really amazing!" Su Yu shook his head, and smiled impatiently.

This painting was originally his property, and this group of people seems to be fighting for opportunities for themselves to make the distribution more reasonable.

Other people will have different expressions. Yun Hong is a painter of Huage. He has been seen by everyone before. His strength is extraordinary. How can Su Yu be better than Confucianism and Taoism?

This clearly means bullying.

Forcibly grabbing others' things, but also pretending to be aggrieved, as if letting the other party take a big advantage. These three old men are indeed old men who have lived for countless years.

"Su Dawang, we have given you a chance, don't toast or eat fine wine!" Daogu's face sank, and she said coldly.

"Are the people in the painting pavilion still such a rascal?" Master Lu sneered. "Back then, you were cheeky and wanted to fight for the orthodox of Confucianism and Taoism. The 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, a decent disciple has not appeared, and a Confucianism examination has made an outsider out of the limelight. What is the qualification to be called Confucianism and Taoism?" The three spoke unceremoniously, still arrogant.

At the same time, Yunhong had reached the top of 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 the three immortals is undoubtedly the highest in the game, at least in their opinion, Su Yu is far from their opponent.

The situation at this time just formed a contrast with the just now, and the originally powerful Dawang Mountain instantly became the weaker side.

I have to admit that the painting pavilion is a holy place after all. It has been famous for many years, and its background is much stronger than that of the new power of Dawangshan~ IndoMTL.com~ Under the eyes of everyone, Su Yu's face is calm, but he slowly stepped onto the ring. .

Did you compromise after all? Everyone thought in their hearts.

Yun Hong raised his hand slightly, took out the brush, "Su Dawang, please!"

"I didn't come to the stage to compete with you." Su Yu's voice was faint, and his eyes passed directly over him, "You don't deserve it!"

Next, he looked at the three immortals in the void, "Do you want to ask me about my Confucianism and Taoism? Why is it so troublesome, you are a painting pavilion, let's compare it directly with paintings!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's heart beat wildly, looking at Su Yu in disbelief.

Is this guy... crazy?

The painting pavilion three immortals, what kind of existence is that, in the realm of the gods, they are also a warrior who stands proudly at the peak. Moreover, the level of painting has definitely reached an unimaginable level. Su Yu wants to challenge them. ? And it's better than painting?

"No...no, it's not worth fighting at all!"

"Not necessarily, have you forgotten the previous two games? Le Ge's Le Dao lost, Tian Li Guo's Kendo also lost, Dawang Mountain, maybe everything is true!"

"Too crazy, Dawang Mountain is too crazy, this inexplicable confidence is really awesome!"

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The people of the major forces couldn't calm down at all, and they talked a lot, all staring at Su Yu on the ring dumbly.

As for the painting Pavilion Sanxian, his complexion sank, with a trace of disdain on his face, and he didn't care about Su Yu's words.

"I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. You don't even know how to paint a pen." Yun Hong's eyes flashed with anger, waving his wrist, and already started painting.

"Who said that you must use a pen to paint?" Su Yu stood with his hand in his hand, and said leisurely, "You want to see the scroll of the heavens, well, I will let you see now!"

(End of this chapter)