The competition with Kun Wu is over, but things may not end like this. Zhang Jun glanced at everyone: "Who else wants to compete with me?"
Even Mr. Kunwu could only fight to a draw. Who is the opponent? Even Ling Tianhou's son was almost beheaded, who would dare to provoke him? As Zhang Jun looked, people bowed their heads, and no one came out to challenge him again.
.Zhang Jun nodded and his eyes fell on Wu Shenhou, who had an extremely unnatural expression.
"Martial God Marquis, we had an agreement before. The loser must agree to a condition. Are you ready?" Zhang Jun said calmly.
Ren Xiaoying immediately shouted: "No! Although you defeated Wu Shenhou, you were tied with Mr. Kunwu, so overall, there is no winner or loser between the two sides."
Hearing what he said, everyone around him showed contempt. If he wins, he wins. How come there are so many reasons? Even the Marquis of God of War found this reason far-fetched, but he really didn't dare to let Zhang Jun make demands casually.
Able to be shameless and silent.
Zhang Jun looked at Wu Shenhou with a half-smile but asked, "What do you think?"
The Martial God Marquis laughed "haha" and said: "What Nephew Ren said makes some sense, so..."
Ling Tianhou frowned and said: "As a military lord, how can you go back on your word?"
Being questioned like this by Ling Tianhou, Wu Shenhou was shocked. He seemed not to have expected that Ling Tianhou would rebuke him so bluntly. Being scolded by Tianhou, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't bear it. He said calmly: "What on earth does he want?
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Zhang Jun said: "I don't want to do anything to you. Your divine dragon bow is good. It will belong to me from now on."
What are you afraid of? This divine dragon bow is a treasure. How could the Martial God Marquis give it away so easily? He rolled his eyes and said: "It's not that I want to break my promise. In fact, this divine dragon bow has not really unlocked the seal.
After the seal is opened, its power will increase more than ten times. However, only those with the blood of a true dragon can break its seal. If the Marquis of Heaven wants it, must he have the blood of a true dragon?"
Everyone was speechless for a while, thinking, is this a reason? Even if someone can't use it, they can still sell the Shenlong Bow. What does it have to do with you? Although they thought so, everyone remained silent, as if they were watching the show.
expression.
Zhang Jun narrowed his eyes and asked: "You mean, as long as I have the blood of the true dragon, I will willingly hand over the dragon bow?"
"That's right." The Martial God Marquis said, "The sword is given to heroes, so naturally this dragon bow should also be given to those with the blood of the true dragon. However, the blood of the true dragon is very rare and has been extinct in Daxia for thousands of years."
Zhang Jun smiled, and his smile looked full of teasing. Seeing his smile, Wu Shenhou felt a thump in his heart, and secretly screamed, "Oh no," does he really have the blood of a true dragon?
Of course Zhang Jun is not of true dragon blood, but there is a little golden dragon in Juntian's small world. With its help, all this will not be a problem. He grabbed the dragon bow with his hands and said: "How to unlock the seal?"
The God of War looked nervous and said: "Use the power of the true dragon to pull out the bowstring and the seal will be released."
"good!"
Zhang Jun shouted softly, holding the bow in his left hand and stringing the string in his right hand, using all the power of a million Beijing. At the same time, Xiao Jin secretly injected a trace of dragon power into his body, and the power of one person and one dragon combined to pull together.
Bowstring.
"flutter!"
The dragon heads on the bow lit up at the same time, and the people around him suddenly felt that the murderous aura of the Shenlong Bow was more than ten times stronger, and they all took a few steps back in shock. After the nine dragon heads lit up, and soon after counting, Zhang Jun felt that the bow string was
Tight, the bow that was originally stretched to the full moon gradually retracted. Now it seems that his strength of one million yuan can only stretch it by one-third! And at this time, not even one of the dragon heads lit up.
The God of War's eyes widened and he murmured: "Impossible! The seal has been released. How can you have the blood of a true dragon?"
Zhang Jun shouted: "Today is the birthday of Marquis Ling Tian, so I will give you the head of the Demon King as a gift!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his bowstring and pointed in the direction of the demon army's camp. The Buddha's eyes instantly locked on a new demon king. The demon king was the leader of a tribe. He was having a banquet at the moment and was in high spirits.
"real!"
The bow string sounded, and an arrow broke through the limitations of space, carrying boundless murderous intent, and appeared in front of the demon king in an instant.
"flutter!"
An arrow pierced the Demon King's head, and the latter's body slowly fell to the ground. That arrow not only killed his body, but also his soul and spiritual realm, making him dead to the point of death.
"good!"
There was a round of applause at the scene, and even Ling Tianhou's eyes lit up, praising: "Guan Tianhou is a true hero! This gift is well given!"
Zhang Jun smiled slightly and unceremoniously put away the dragon bow. This bow is really a good thing. As long as he has enough power, he can kill anyone with one blow no matter how powerful his opponent is!
The God of War was in great pain and wished he could take back his dragon bow. However, he could not do so. The words had already been said and the bow belonged to someone else.
Ignoring the dejected Wu Shen Hou, Zhang Jun returned to his seat. At this point, Ling Tianhou's birthday banquet officially began, and the singing girls danced gracefully. Because Zhang Jun showed enough strength, no one dared to look down on him anymore, let alone provoke him
He, so he is happy and at ease.
After drinking for three rounds, Zhang Jun suddenly stood up and sat next to Ling Tianhou. Everyone at the scene had a few sons. Zhang Jun sat with Ling Tianhou at this moment, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.
"Ling Tianhou is celebrating his birthday. I have no respect for you, so I came here to offer you three glasses of wine." Zhang Jun raised his wine glass with a smile on his face.
Ling Tianhou clinked glasses with him and the two of them drank it all in one gulp. Zhang Jun came over to see clearly what kind of career Ling Tianhou was in. After drinking a few glasses, he said: "Ling Tianhou has been in the army for many years.
What do you think about the military system of Daxia?"
Ling Tianhou glanced at him and said calmly: "We ministers, how can we talk about the court system? Guantianhou, have you drunk too much?"
Zhang Jun sighed and said, "If everyone thinks this way, I'm afraid Daxia will be destroyed soon." After saying that, he stood up and left.
Ling Tianhou's heart moved, he held him down and said calmly: "Are you leaving before the wine is finished?"
Zhang Jun shrugged, sat down again, and said, "Wine is good wine, but it's a pity that the wrong person is drinking it."
"Oh? You think I am wrong?" Ling Tianhou seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Zhang Jun: "A thousand cups of wine is too little to meet a close friend, but I have only had three cups with Ling Tianhou now, and I already feel that I have drunk too much."
Ling Tianhou laughed "haha" and said: "I can see that Brother Zhang is a sweetheart. But this is not the place to talk. Please come with me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Tianhou's clone shot through the air, and Zhang Jun's clone immediately caught up with him. After a while, the two clones came to a quiet place, away from the hustle and bustle.