Chapter 1167 (1/2)
”Wangui Qin!” I don't know who whispered a word, and then the whole hall was quiet.
With a surprised look on his face, the king of fortune quickly arched his hand and said, ”is it true that the master is the ghost Qin guard buran who defeated ten billion enemy troops in legend?”
”Timing husband.” The hunchback old man raised his face and showed a strange smile, but his eyes were staring at Zhang Jun, ”young man, your piano skills are good. My hands are itchy. Would you like to compete with me?”
Zhang Jun said faintly: ”if even a cat and dog can play the piano with my king, will I not be tired to death? You can do it if you want, but you have to win if you lose. ”
”Colorful head? Naturally. ” The hunchback old man took out a piece of purple metal, which was specious, with strange runes flowing on it.
”This is a piece of empty spirit gold, which is very valuable. The empty spirit gold can be used to make magic weapons, which is much more precious than Fu gold. I wonder if it can be used as a lottery Asked the hunchback old man.
”Barely enough.” Zhang Jun glanced faintly and asked coldly, ”in addition to this Wei Bolan, is there anyone else who wants to challenge this king?”
At this moment, he can clearly feel that there is something wrong with today's situation. Suddenly, there are so many people challenging him. It must be premeditated. But what are their plans? Are you just trying to deal with yourself with these people? It's too small of him.
”Me A very humble looking teenager stood up. He was 15 or 16 years old. He was dressed like a beggar. He was also dry and sharp. His appearance was disgusting.
Zhang Jun glanced at each other lightly: ”Oh? Young man, what do you want to compare with me
”Bravery The young man grinned and showed a yellow tooth, ”but you have to compare with me and win the ghost harp first.”
Zhang Jun said, ”OK, I'll fight with him first.” With a wave of his big sleeve, the rule of concussion, the whole top of the mansion of Lord Fu was lifted off, and the sky was bright.
Wei Bolan takes the ten thousand ghost Qin, his people are suspended in the air, and the Qin is horizontal in front of him. At this time, his whole temperament changed, became cold and cruel, gusts of wind blowing, empty also spread the sound of ghosts crying and howling.
Zhang Jun was still sitting in his place. He took a look at Wei Boran and said, ”I think there must be a good play behind. I'm too lazy to waste more time. If you leave now, I won't let you die; if you still want to play with the king, I will immediately tear you to pieces. ”
Wei Boran ”ha ha” laughs: ”I've been playing piano for 200 years, and I've never met such an arrogant younger generation as you...”
Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Jun's ten fingers moving together. With an indescribable rhythm, a wave of nine colors of light burst out and surrounded Wei Bolan in an instant. In that light wave, there are billions of knife light, billions of sword shadows, billions of thunder, billions of wind blades, billions of ice, boundless weight, boundless flame and endless tearing.
In a moment, Wei Boran was smashed. He didn't even have a sound of the piano, so he died.
The scene was quiet, and everyone looked at Zhang Jun with a shocked expression. Ghost Qin Wei Bolan died like this? The other party has no chance to use his ghost swallowing method! What kind of zither does Nanhai King use? Why is it so powerful! So far, they have not seen that Zhang Jun's nine strings are condensed from the nine core principles.
After killing Wei Bolan, Zhang Jun calmly put away the empty spirit gold. Without looking at the corpse, he turned his head to the young man and said, ”young man, how do you compare your courage with this king? What's your color
Juvenile grin, smile is still so boring. He took out a wrinkled parchment from his sleeve and said, ”this is a treasure map. It points to a treasure hiding place. You can judge its value now. The old breath on it can't be imitated.”
Zhang Jun took over the parchment and found it was genuine after a glance. Because on that paper, there is an ancient, from the myth of the era of breath. This kind of breath is the product of an era, even the most powerful characters can not imitate it. Moreover, this treasure map is obviously written in the words of the mythological age, which is hard to imitate even if he has to speculate with the help of laws.
”It's really a treasure map.” He was slightly surprised.
”How do you want to compete?” Zhang Jun asked him.
The young man pointed to the hall without the roof and said, ”do you know the sky of the summer?”
”Naturally, I know, do you want to enter heaven?” Zhang Jun asked.
”Yes, there is a forbidden area of life in that heaven. I want to compare with you. The one who dares to go deeper and farther into the forbidden area of life is the winner.” Youth road.