Dragon King I Am Supreme

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What Panhui said was full of contempt for the world.

It seems that he himself is a peerless talent that is aloof and unmatched.

The village chief seems to have long known what kind of character he is, arrogant and arrogant.

However, for anyone with such a talent, they would also be arrogant and arrogant.

It's just that now is not the time to be arrogant. In this small village, no matter how talented you are, you can't grow up.

If you have talent, you must have a corresponding stage for you to display.

"Panhui, don't be petty at this time, that lady from the Holy Snow Mountain is really unusual, she can defeat a powerful ghost master, and she also agreed, as long as she draws the portrait she is looking for Come, I will take you to the city near the Holy Snow Mountain.

Your talent is so unparalleled, there is no future in such a small place. Over time, your talent will gradually regress. This is how talent is. The older you are, the faster you will retreat. , the resources there can help you become stronger! "

The village head persuaded hard outside the door.

A promising young man finally appeared in the village, and he didn't want to waste it like this.

Pan Hui was silent for a moment, then said:

"You push the door and come in."

The village chief was overjoyed. Since he let him in, it means he is willing to consider it.

Push the door in.

As far as the eye can see, there are all kinds of dazzling objects.

There are expensive coffee tables, strange-looking clocks, and compasses.

And this grass hut is rudimentary. Compared with these things, it is really awkward.

As if these objects shouldn't be in this tattered place.

"these are?"

As soon as the village chief came in, he pointed to these things and asked.

"I drew it when I was bored."

Panhui is not surprised, only the village chief knows that his talent is to draw anything that can appear directly in reality.

So he did not have any reservations in front of the village chief.

"I mean to ask why you only paint some useless things. Since you can turn the things in the paintings into reality, why don't you use more Pangu stones?"

Seeing that he had misunderstood, the village chief quickly added another sentence.

This village is really poor. It can be said to be the poorest village in the Holy Land.

Of course, compared to the residences of those little people, it must be richer.

But they are giants, and they can't be compared with the villains, right?

If Panhui painted more Pangu stones, the village would not be so poor.

"Useless things?"

Pan Hui's face was gloomy, and he was reluctant to listen to the words of the village chief, "I am a painter, how can I be influenced by such a copper-smelling thing as money? I only have art in my heart!"

The village chief bowed his head and said nothing, but from the expression on his face, he was also dissatisfied with Panhui's words.

He really wanted to shout at Pan Hui, "You are arrogant, you are amazing! But if you have the ability, don't eat the food we gave you? How can these foods not be bought with money?"

But in the end the village chief apologized, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said what I just said."

Pan painting made his face look a little better.

"You know you're wrong!"

Taking a deep breath, the village chief asked again, "Then are you still going to help that lady paint?"

"Of course I'm going. I've noticed that the Holy Land will have a big change in the next month or two, and it may become a stage for the rise of many geniuses."

Pan Hui stood up, his expression a little excited.

"How did you notice it?"

The village chief looked surprised. This guy stayed at home and painted every day. He couldn't even tell the crops in the field. How could he know what was going on outside?

Don't you deliberately talk nonsense for the sake of pretending to be sophisticated?

"See this compass?"

Panhui pointed to the delicate compass on the table.

"I see, isn't this what you drew casually?"

The village head nodded.

"Draw it casually? Ignorance!"

Pan Hui snorted softly, "This is called the Predictive Compass. It is an object that I suddenly wanted to paint when I was sleeping one day. I feel that painting at home every day is a bit like working behind closed doors. If you can paint at home, you can It would be great to know what’s going on outside, so I used my own will to draw this compass, but I didn’t expect that after drawing it, it could really predict things in the future.”

Speaking of which, Pan Hui couldn't help thinking of some future visions he saw when he first drew the compass.

Two people who do not belong to the Holy Land have turned the Holy Land Sun upside down.

In their eyes, the environment of the Holy Land was suppressed as if it did not exist.

And both of them seem to have absolute power.

One side has the ghost clan rushing into the formation, and the other side has the demon clan to help.

Just looking at the scene, Panhui thought it was a battle between ghosts and demons.

But he carefully studied the picture and found that the two monsters were not mortals at all.

Just like the gods in legends.

And in the picture displayed in this compass, he also saw a piece of news that made him excited.

There is a godhead!

It does not belong to anyone, it seems that the battle between the two sides is to compete for that godhead.

The road to becoming a **** was blocked after the way of heaven dominated and became a god.

And this time, there seems to be a chance to become a god.

As long as you get that godhead, you can become a god!

It is precisely because of this picture that Panhui wants to improve his strength as soon as possible.

He needs to double his talent within a month.

At present, his strength is still too far away, such as the compass, under normal circumstances, he can clearly see the appearance of the people displayed inside.

But now he can only see some phantoms.

This vague prediction made him very uncomfortable.

But there is still time.

As long as he can more than double his strength before the battle between these two peerless powerhouses, then he has absolute confidence that the fisherman will benefit!

"Can you predict the future?"

The village chief was moved, "Can you predict whether our village will rise in the future?"

"How can it be so predictable? I'm not strong enough right now, and my painting skills can't support it. I have to get a lot of resources to improve it~www.readwn.com~ Let's go and help that lady paint a portrait!"

After Panhui finished speaking, he signaled the village chief to lead the way.

A few minutes later, the two came to Pan Linlin's location one after the other.

The village chief was about to introduce Pan Hui to Pan Linlin, but saw the giant waving to him to stop talking.

The village chief was puzzled.

Someone next to me whispered:

"The ghost master ran away, and the lady from the Holy Land was very angry, and everyone didn't dare to talk nonsense."

"Why did you escape?"

The village chief is even more curious. With so many people guarding here, how can a defeated general escape?

"He escaped through the chimney because he was doing a barbecue in the kitchen and made a lot of smoke, and then he managed to escape through the smoke."

The man went on to explain.

Looking up at the chimney of the kitchen, the village chief felt that even if the ghost master escaped, his reputation would be ruined, and it would be difficult to get along in the ghost circle in the future.