Although warriors are rare, there are several martial artists around Huan Chang who are watching the fun.

Although they were surprised when they saw the tiger roaring, they were not too scared, but they just put on a defensive posture with a serious expression.

However, for ordinary people, tigers are extremely terrifying existences, and many people are frightened by this tiger that appears out of thin air.

Uncle Fu has always been cautious.

When he saw the tiger pounce on him, his tongue burst into thunder and shouted loudly: "Break!"

The word "break" seemed to carry a strange magic power, which caused the shadow of the tiger pounced on him to dissipate and also helped everyone get out of the predicament.

Huan Changqian couldn't help but look at Uncle Fu for a while, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

Others may not know, but Huan Chang just felt a powerful wave of true energy.

There is no doubt that the seemingly old Uncle Fu in front of him is actually a warrior with unpredictable cultivation.

To calm down, Huan Chang thought to himself: "In the government, it's really hidden dragons and creeping tigers."

"A fierce tiger, a fierce tiger, eats people!"

"This is in the city, why are there tigers?"

"Help!"

The onlookers were shocked by the aura of the tiger. Even though the shadow of the tiger had disappeared, they still shouted loudly in horror.

Unlike ordinary people, the deputy city lord emitted a fanatical light at this time.

He murmured to himself, "How is it possible, how is this possible?"

Huan Chang put away the scroll and smiled at the deputy city lord, saying, "Sir, can my painting be worth a thousand gold?"

The deputy city lord came back from the shock, then nodded suddenly and said, "Don't talk about a thousand gold, even if the price is priced at ten thousand gold, it deserves its reputation."

The onlookers had just come to their senses, but there was still some riots.

But after hearing the deputy city lord's words, everyone was suddenly trapped in petrification, and everyone's mouth opened wide.

The deputy city lord ignored the shocked people and stepped forward and said, "Little brother, would you like to follow me to the mansion and talk?"

Although the deputy city lord was shocked, he was also very smart. He knew that the young man in front of him must be the drunkard's intention.

"Why would the grass people dare not to obey if they invite each other?"

Huan Chang asked Yang Feng to pack up his things, then left with the deputy city lord, and walked into the tall mansion.

The mansion is large and there is also an attic garden inside, which also opens Huan Chang's eyes.

Although he read a lot, this is still at the theoretical level, and his own experiences are still too shallow.

Along the way, Uncle Fu was carefully observing Huan Chang, guessing what background the simple-clad young man in front of him had.

Others may not understand it, but Uncle Fu knew that the painting was definitely a master who poured his true energy into calligraphy and paintings, giving dead objects a short life.

It is very easy to blend your energy into a weapon, but once the weapon leaves the body, the energy and spirit given by the weapon will disappear.

Uncle Fu thought to himself that if it were him, he would never be able to do this level.

Even Uncle Fu could not do anything, then only the true strong man in the legendary realm of Transcendence can do it.

This is why, when the deputy city lord was also roared by the tiger phantom, he did not dare to kill Huan Chang, but instead felt awe.

The young man in front of him could get a painting of a warrior in the transcendent realm, so there is probably such a master as his backer behind him.

How could Uncle Fu not know the power of a warrior in the Transcendent Realm?

If it was not necessary, even the Juye Gang would not offend such a warrior, let alone him.

"If there is indeed a martial artist in the Transcendent Realm behind this young man, as long as he can pull the young man under the command of the adult, he will be much more relaxed if he wants to compete for the position of the city lord."

Uncle Fu thought secretly in his mind, but he did not reveal this thought.

The deputy city lord has a wide range of knowledge and naturally knows that such a painting is definitely not an ordinary product.

Those who can make this painting not only need martial arts at the level of transcendence, but also have to be quite proficient in calligraphy and painting.

Whether out of obsession with calligraphy and painting or out of awe of the creators of this calligraphy and painting, the deputy city lord dared not neglect Huan Chang.

But no matter what, the deputy city lord and Fu Uncle never thought that someone could actually use calligraphy and painting to enter the Tao, and could make such a painting at the level of entering the room.

After all, entering the Taoist world is a very secretive thing, and only those sects will know about it.

Even within the sect, there are not many warriors who know how to enter the Tao.

The Juye Gang is just a third-rate sect, and the deputy city lord and Fu Uncle are just disciples under the Juye Gang and have not yet entered the true core.

It is reasonable that they do not know the alternative to the Tao.

Just as the deputy city lord and Fu Bo were observing Huan Chang, Huan Chang was also quietly looking at the two of them. After seeing their faces clearly, they were secretly happy.

"Ordinary people don't know that I am using calligraphy and painting. After seeing this painting, they must have thought that there is a master behind me."

"In this way, it will be much easier to follow up."

From the very beginning, Huan Chang thought about pulling the flag.

Otherwise, even if the deputy city lord loves calligraphy and painting, it would not be too easy to get his value easily.

At least from the moment, Huan Chang's calculation has been successful.

The group came to the living room. After the ceremony was finished, they informed each other of their names. Huan Chang learned that the deputy city lord was Kong Wenzhao.

Kong Wenzhao first brought fresh fruits and exquisite desserts, and took out a tea set and poured tea for Huan Chang and Yang Feng with his own hands.

From Kong Wenzhao's elegant and skillful movements, it can be seen that this person is well aware of this.

Both sides savored the fragrant tea for a while, and the deputy city lord couldn't help but look at the scroll behind Huan Chang and said, "I'll take the liberty to ask, who did this painting in my hand?"

Huan Chang put the teacup on the table table and said with a smile: "This is the work of a family teacher."

Kong Wenzhao and Fu Bo were immediately excited. They looked at each other and saw joy in each other's eyes.

Kong Wenzhao sat upright and continued to ask, "Dare you ask about the name of Master Ling?"

Huan Chang replied: "My teacher Xu Wang is a hermit who has been living in seclusion in Yangjia Village. He just floated away yesterday and was about to travel around."

Huan Chang naturally knew very well about what the deputy city lord thought, so he simply took the lead in saying a few more words without waiting for the deputy city lord to ask.

Hearing that Xu Wang had already left yesterday, a look of disappointment flashed in Kong Wenzhao's eyes, but he quickly covered it up.

"If you can have a good relationship with this young man, you can naturally get in touch with the strong man behind him."

"What's more, this young man is extremely talented and has cultivated true energy at a young age. His achievements in the future are limitless. I should make friends with him."

Having a scheming in his heart, the deputy city lord immediately said with a smile on his face: "It's really a famous teacher who makes a great disciple. Today I want to hold a big banquet and have a good chat with A Chang."
Chapter completed!