On the city wall.
Seeing Qiao Dangdang's wave, Mrs. Wang's expression changed.
"It is rumored that all the nine bandits in Yangcheng are at the pinnacle of the Dao. It seems to be true."
Wang Po's expression was solemn, and she clenched the calligraphy and painting in her hand. She couldn't help but hesitate in her heart. Is Zhang Xuan's calligraphy and painting really suitable for dealing with Qiao Dang
The realm of the avenue and the peak realm of the avenue are two completely different concepts. What's more, there are rumors that the number one bandit has taken the legendary step. This is what scares her the most.
Wang Po was very surprised. What was the fifth bandit doing here
There were rumors that there were signs of transformation to the real world here, but after she came here, she didn't notice anything at all.
Just because of a possibility, are these big guys coming here
Aware of the footsteps beside her, Mrs. Wang turned back to look at Xia Meng: "Little miss, you... What kind of cultivation is Zhang Xuan?"
Although Zhang Xuan's calligraphy and painting amazed her, the reputation of these veteran powerhouses was too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Moreover, she had never met Zhang Xuan at all, only the power of his calligraphy and painting.
Just like this, Zhang Xuan will not be able to replace the image of these old-school strong men in her mind for a while.
Although she herself is the Lord of the Avenue, she always feels that the Lord of the Avenue in the Chaos War Realm is definitely more than what he appears on the surface.
Take the Fang family for example. It is said to the outside world that the Fang family only has one strong person in the middle stage of the Great Dao. Does anyone believe it
The Hu family claims to have two masters of the avenue, and their ranking in the chaos battlefield is even higher than that of the Fang family. Only a ghost would believe that ranking.
Not counting her, there are more than a dozen Dao Lords in the Hu family. If the Dao Lords are really that valuable, who would dare to touch the young lady while she is here
Of course, she, the master of the avenue, is a little wet. Not only her, but the masters of the avenue walking outside now are all more or less wet.
When Xia Meng saw how powerful Qiao Dangdang was, a look of panic appeared on his face.
"Mother-in-law, I... don't know. I have never seen Zhang Xuan go all out, and no one has ever made him do his best. I... have never even seen him take action seriously."
Wang Po was stunned when she heard this.
What you say is so impressive!
So cool!
She thought for a moment and asked: "How many years does it take for him to draw a calligraphy and painting like this?"
This calligraphy and painting can kill people in the early stage of Dao so easily, and its power is comparable to that of a high-grade Dao soldier self-destructing.
If Zhang Xuan can draw a picture in a thousand years, then Zhang Xuan's strength is at least in the middle stage of the Great Dao.
If Zhang Xuan can paint a painting within a hundred years, then Zhang Xuan's strength will be enough to withstand the fifth bandit.
Each of these immortals, after living for so many years, has some means of preserving their lives.
Wang Po even suspected that these people had already broken through to the realm of emperors, but each one of them hid their strength like an old bastard.
"I can draw dozens of pictures a day!"
Xia Meng thought for a while and replied.
"How many decades does it take to draw a picture? Is Zhang Xuan so powerful?"
Drawing a picture after decades, this shows that Zhang Xuan's strength is at least at the level of an emperor!
Wang Po was shocked, how could such a pervert be born in the mirror world.
Suddenly, Wang Po's body froze in place, and she turned around with difficulty to look at Xia Meng.
Xia Meng is talking about one painting every few decades, or dozens of paintings a year
"Mother-in-law, you heard wrong, Zhang Xuan can draw dozens of pictures a day!"
Xia Meng corrected Wang Po.
"puff!"
Mrs. Wang's blood almost spurted out.
It's not one painting every few decades, nor dozens of paintings a year, but... dozens of paintings a day! ?
Wang Po dug her ears and couldn't believe what she just heard.
If Zhang Xuan can draw dozens of pictures a day, how powerful is he
Is it above the emperor
What kind of realm is that
At this time, Qiao Dangdang had arrived at the city gate.
"Hey, that little girl on the city wall, please open the city gate for me. I'm an old man, so you can't let me force my way in. This is not good. It loses my reputation as an old man!"
Qiao Dangdang stood at the foot of the city and shouted to Mrs. Wang.
Wang Po has lived for countless years, but in front of the famous fifth bandit, she can only be a little girl.
Grandma Wang was so embarrassed!
"The Fifth Bandit, this is not the place you are looking for. Please leave!"
Wang Po shouted bravely.
Now it was Qiao Dangdang who was embarrassed. The little girl knew him, which meant that she was from the Chaos War Territory. He treated them politely and let them open the city gate. This little girl didn't know how to praise him.
If there wasn't a real flavor of life here, he wouldn't want to come.
It seems that those damn families in the Chaos War Realm have already taken action and occupied this place first.
Qiao Dangdang was angry. Since you didn't let me in, I'll go in by myself.
To Qiao Dangdang, Wang Po, the master of the pseudo-dao, was just a decoration, no different from an ordinary peak void warrior.
On the city wall, the strong men of the human race were waiting in full formation.
They are not afraid of death, they dare to fight.
But facing such a strong man, it doesn't mean you have to fight and kill.
The void fluctuated. Qiao Dangdang looked at everyone on the city wall jokingly, raised his legs and tried to break through.
Wang Po bravely took out the calligraphy and painting. Now she could only hope that Zhang Xuan's strength would be better than Qiao Dangdang's.
"Senior Qiao, if you force your way in, then this junior will have the courage to let senior see the treasure in my hand!"
As power poured in, the void suddenly became turbulent.
A figure appeared in front of the city gate.
He is majestic!
He is solemn!
He just appeared there so suddenly, no one could catch the trace of his appearance, it was as if... he was standing there.
Wearing big pants and a T-shirt, he stood there crookedly with a cigarette in his mouth and an ax in his hand.
However, his slightly stooped body exuded a terrifying coercion that seemed to be real.
This seemingly incongruous scene unfolded in front of everyone.
"It's that senior!"
The powerful human race recognized Zhang Xuan.
When Xia Meng saw Zhang Xuan's careless look, tears suddenly filled her beautiful eyes.
Even a little aggrieved, since Zhang Xuan is so powerful, why hasn't he come to her yet
With Zhang Xuan's ability, who else in the world can stop him
"How scary! Is this my little sister-in-law?"
Last time Wang Po didn't look carefully, but when she saw it this time, she was immediately amazed.
Qiao Dangdang's mouth was so big that his eyes almost popped out as he stared blankly at the huge shadow standing in front of him.
He could see in the giant's shadow that behind the shadow, there was a avenue that was 10,000 meters long and 200 meters wide.
That avenue is so dazzling!
Qiao Dangdang, he peed right then!
He really peed!
There are actually people in this world who have walked out of the 10,000-meter avenue!
Thousands of sighs came to my lips and turned into one sentence: "I'm in a trough!"