Unparalleled Heavenly Lord - Chapter 999

[Chapter 873 The City of Wood Carving]

wrong!

All the people did not move.

Zheng Shiyi looked at the person beside him, but was stunned. The dummy, this is not a real person, but a dummy carved out of wood.

“In this city, all the people and everything seem to be carved from wood.” Peng Junyue looked at Zheng Shiyi in amazement.

“This… This is completely a city of wood carvings.”

Zheng Shiyi also looked at Peng Junyue in amazement. The two walked along the street in front of them. Not only people, but everything was done with Carved from wood.

Slowly, a figure finally appeared in his sight, a figure moving.

A middle-aged man holding a carving knife, sitting in the inn, carefully carved, everything in the inn is carved out of wood, the inn clerk, shopkeeper, wooden table, wooden chair, wine pot…

everything, They are the same size as real objects, and they all look like the real thing. All the people in the hotel, whether they are the staff in the hotel or the diners, are also vivid, and they can even see joy, sorrow and joy on their faces.

Kill the king!

Although Zheng Shiyi had never seen the King Killer, he just glanced at it and knew in his heart that this one was the King Killer.

The King Killer was only wearing an ordinary gray long coat, and there was nothing special in his appearance. He seemed to be an ordinary carpenter, and there was no terrifying aura emanating from his body.

As if he didn’t realize that someone walked in here, he was still concentrating on carving.

Zheng Shiyi and Peng Junyue didn’t speak, they just stood aside and watched every movement of King Killer’s carving…

After a long time, almost an hour later, King Killer finally finished carving the last diner, and only then did he put away the one in his hand. Carving the knife, he turned his head to look at Zheng Shiyi at the back, his seemingly ordinary face showed a wise light in his eyes, and asked, “How about my wood carving?”

The voice is neither high nor low, and it looks like killing a king. Ordinary can’t be more ordinary, but for some reason, Zheng Shiyi listened to this voice, but he felt that every word in the voice seemed to be full of gold and iron horses. Killing spirit.

Zheng Shiyi’s eyes fell on the carvings on the side again, and he sincerely praised: “Killing the king, your carvings are already superb, and they look like real ones, but…”

Zheng Shiyi paused for a while, and then Sighing: “It’s a pity, even if they look like them again, they are still just wood.”

“Yeah, they are just wood.” King Killer sighed with regret: “In the legend, the highest state of art is living, It is life! It is

said that the ancients are supreme, but they can do it, turning dead things into living things. According to rumors, the ancients painted a picture of beauty, and the beauty came out of the painting and came to life

. If you carve a Trojan horse, the Trojan horse will become a real horse. And I can’t do it now.”

Zheng Shiyi looked at the sighing King Killer, and suddenly realized that this is probably the way to kill the King, although killing the King Wang, like himself, has been taught boxing skills from his body today, but the other party’s Tao is still different from his own.

If Killing the King can make a real wooden figurine that can come alive, it will be a completely different realm, but it is unexpected that the way of killing the King is actually carving.

His title is to kill the king, and he thought that the road to kill the king should be the kind of road full of killing.

King Killer seemed to be lost in thought, and said with a look of longing: “I really don’t know what kind of era the ancient times were. Unfortunately, I was not born in that era.”

Peng Junyue looked at King Killer and suddenly said, “Actually, a genius. No matter what era you are a genius, a powerful person No matter what era you are, you are a powerful person. It has nothing to do with the era.” The

king turned his head gently, as if there was nothing special like an ordinary person, It seemed to be full of wisdom, and his eyes full of killing energy stared at Peng Junyue.

At the next moment, he suddenly laughed, looked at Peng Junyue and said with a smile: “Interesting, really interesting. You are an interesting person.”

“Where, where, it’s just that everyone thinks Peng… No, everyone thinks Fatty is funny. “Peng Junyue was very humble, but he was full of slander in his heart. Whoever said that Killing King was arrogant, who said that Killing King was difficult to contact, Killing King Mingming was very kind.

With a smile on the king’s face, he glanced at Peng Junyue again, and then turned to look at Zheng Shiyi and said, “You are also very good. It is really rare to be able to understand the holy fist at such a young age.”

“It’s just a fluke. “Zheng Shiyi recalled the situation when he broke the seal, and sighed in his heart, if it weren’t for the Divine Marquis Conference, I’m afraid that he would not be able to break the seal by now.

“It’s your ability to understand the meaning of the Holy Sage’s fist, so why don’t you say it by chance.” Killing the king said the word Sage, with an obvious reverence or even worship on his face.

Zheng Shiyi was slightly surprised in his heart, at the realm of killing the king, how could he still have such a heart of admiration for a person! And he is not the first one. Fan Yao’s father, Fan Wang, is the Prince of Nine Stars. When talking about the current saint, he also showed admiration.

It is even more amazing to be able to worship such two characters, today’s saint.

However, Peng Junyue seized the opportunity and asked: “Kill the king, you said that the old ten-wing has the ability, that means he has the ability, then do you think that he can defeat the Fuwang with the ability? Who are the two of them? Will you win?”

“The King of Fudo is a big mountain, so high that many people can’t see the top of the mountain.” Killing the king said with a look of memory on his face: “At the beginning, I fought against the King of the Fudo, and the King of the Fudo, although he rose. It’s too late, and he has only risen in the past one or two years, but he is indeed a prodigy in the world.”

“Then who won the battle between you and Fufuwang?” Peng Junyue realized that Killing the King was not as arrogant and daring as the legends said. up.

“I didn’t lose.” Killing the king said as usual: “If you ask the immovable king, he will give you the same answer, saying that he didn’t lose either.”

“In other words, you two are tied.” Peng Junyue Naturally speaking.

The King of Killing shook his head lightly and said, “It’s not a tie. I think I have the upper hand, but the King of Unmoving thinks he has the upper hand.”

This isn’t a tie.

Peng Junyue slandered in his heart, and he just said that it was a tie, and it was so troublesome to say that, is this the so-called master style? Experts must pay attention to such a tune, saying ordinary things are troublesome, and even talking about it in a fog.

Forget it, let’s ask the old ten wings.

Peng Junyue continued to ask: “But King Fudo is no longer King Fufu now, he is just a Marquis of Fufu. What about Lao Shiyi this time? Can he defeat King Fufu?

” If you give up halfway, some people will even fall off the mountain, but there will always be someone who can climb to the top. Standing on the top of the mountain is naturally higher than the mountain.” The king said, looking at Zheng Shiyi with a smile on his face: “I think you can win, Because you have understood the meaning of the holy fist.”

“Oh, can the old ten-wing win? This is great, the old ten-wing, even the King of Killing is optimistic that you will win.” He shouted and shouted twice. He seemed to have suddenly thought of something. He turned his head and looked curiously at King Killing Road: “So, in the same situation, King Fudo can’t comprehend the meaning of the saint’s fist.”

“No, if he were the immovable king, he would be able to break the seal faster and understand the fist intent of the saint, but so what? I am optimistic about Zheng Shiyi’s victory.” As the killing king spoke, a strong gust of energy suddenly poured out of his body. The air of self-confidence, the surging breath, and even the illusion that it has condensed into substance, it seems that the air in this world has become different.

After killing the king, he raised his hand and stretched it out, but there were two pieces of wood that were as tall as one person. He handed the pieces of wood to the two of them, and he took out a few more carving knives and handed them over to the two of them, saying: “You also saw it before. You can also try to carve portraits before me.”

“I’m good at making things, fat man.” Peng Junyue picked up the carving knife confidently, walked to the wood and slashed it directly, and began to carve.

Zheng Shiyi took the carving knife, but in his mind he recalled the steps he had taken to kill the king before carving, and while recalling, he cautiously started to move the knife.

I saw King Killer sculpting it before, it was even easy and the speed was extremely fast, but only when I moved the knife did I know how difficult it was to sculpt.

Although I have excellent control over my strength due to my cultivation, when I sculpt it, it is all uncomfortable and awkward.

King Killer moved a wooden chair that he carved and polished by himself, sat on the wooden chair, looked at Zheng Shiyi’s carving, just glanced at it, and he laughed out loud.

“I said boy, what are you doing? You want to carve, not kill, and that knife is not for killing. What are you doing so hard? Are you going to pierce people directly?”

“Little guy , what did you engrave? A human arm? But whose arm do you see so much indentation in the middle?”

“This is your eye? Why is it triangular? Even triangular eyes are not so triangular.”

“You have two legs, one thick and the other thin, what’s wrong? The tendon of one leg is broken?”

“Boy…”

King Killer sat on the seat and started talking about Zheng Shiyi’s carving, but slowly , but the older he laughed, the more powerful he was, and he was even a little out of breath when he laughed.

Zheng Shiyi’s carving is really ugly, so ugly, it’s just too ugly to watch.

“This… this is too difficult. I thought I had a good control of the force, but when I sculpted it, I realized that I was too much worse.”

Zheng Shiyi looked helplessly at the sculpture he carved. This wood carving with completely asymmetrical left and right, and even the facial features are extremely weird, with a shy face, compared with the carving of the king, his own is really ugly.

It is Peng Junyue, his carving should be good.

Zheng Shiyi looked back at Peng Junyue’s sculpture. After a glance, his heart was balanced. Peng Junyue’s sculpture didn’t look much better than his own. The carvings are horrible.

He sculpted better than himself, and it was equally appalling.

[End of this Chapter]