When I saw the leading boy among Dongzhang's party.

The faces of many Chinese art circles behind Wu Wenshan suddenly changed, and then they all exclaimed.

"It turned out to be him, Sato Seiichi, when did he come to my country? !!!"

Even Wu Wenshan's gaze was fixed.

"Sato Seiichi, it's Sato Seiichi, my God!"

Some people in the onlookers recognized it one after another, and could not help uttering incredible screams.

Even Cang Shuxue is no exception.

Li Erguo, the fat man behind Li Yongmin, couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Cang, who is this Sato Chengyi?"

Ye Chen and Li Yongmin looked at Cang Shuxue together.

Cang Shuxue took a deep breath, and her eyes fixedly looked at the young East Asian country: "Sato Seiichi, the youngest talented painter in East Japan, it is rumored that he learned painting at the age of four, and realized it at eight Dao, his works made a sensation in East China when he was ten years old. "

"It is said that when the boy was eleven years old, he challenged Ichiro Ishikawa, who was painting at that time in Higashikuni, and later ..."

Having said that, she paused suddenly, her face pale.

The fat man rolled his eyes: "What happened then? Teacher Cang, what do you say, are you trying to kill us urgently?"

"It was rumored that the young man made a picture of the **** of my country during the game. The painting of Ishikawa Ichikawa couldn't help himself with only a glance."

Cang Shu paused, and his face was unnatural: "After everyone noticed that something was wrong, when they tried to wake up Ishikawa Ichiro, they found that Ishikawa Ichiro had broken ... gas!"

Her voice was not big or small, but it spread to every corner of the competition hall without any word, and everyone couldn't help but be terrified after hearing the words.

"A glance at his painting is dead? Isn't it!"

"It's true. A friend in Higashikuni also mentioned this to me. Later, Sato became the youngest painting artist in Higashikuni. It is said that his paintings can make people illusion."

Stuttered a woman in luxury.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Sato Seiichi with unbelief, with a strong fear in his eyes.

Master Wu is now facing an opponent!

at the same time.

A young man in a suit slowly walked out from behind Sato.

The other party politely nodded in tribute to everyone, and then looked at Wu Wenshan, saying in the purest Chinese: "Heiyan Inoue has met Master Hua Wu of the Chinese painting."

"Mr. Inoue took someone to find his husband today. What is the intention?" Wu Wenshan stared blankly at him, accurately looking at Seiichi Sato behind him.

Inoue Kazuhiko smiled mildly and said, "This one behind me is Mr. Sato, a new generation of paintings from my country. Mr. Sato has long heard of the name of the master of Chinese painting, Mr. Wu. The master talked about painting. "

This population is very good. Obviously, he came here to smash the field and competed, but in his mouth it became a painting exchange.

"presumptuous!"

After waiting for Wu Wenshan to speak, an old man behind him stood up and yelled: "Mr. Inoue, who do you think of our Master Wu? Can you challenge it at will?"

"Yes, you can challenge, you have to say it in advance, we will play after the match date, how can you wait so recklessly? It is indeed a small country!"

Another person refused to speak.

These people are all big names in the art industry of Jinling. The purpose they are holding is that the challenge came too suddenly, and Wu Wenshan is not prepared psychologically. If one does not play well, it will be China's face.

After all, the opponent defeated the existence of a painting master!

"But our group's visa is about to expire soon. We have to return to China at the latest tomorrow morning. I wonder if Master Wu has time today?" Inoue frowned.

"No, hurry up and ask you to kill you!"

Many onlookers burst into tears.

Inoue Kazuhiko's face was a bit ugly. After talking about Sato Seiichi behind him for a while, he saw that the young boy Sato Seiichi led the crowd toward the outside, and seemed to be leaving.

When walking to the door, Sato Shoji stopped and looked back at Wu Wenshan and everyone else, grinning and showing a disdainful smile: "The Chinese people are all a group of losers who dare not fight!"

He also gave several provocative thumbs at the end of the sentence.

As soon as this word came out, everyone at the scene exploded the pot on the spot. Countless people rolled up their sleeves and rushed to stop them, and they kept throwing things at Kazuhiko Inoue and others.

Instead of being afraid, Sato Shoji is even more disdainful!

"Slow!"

Wu Wenshan, who had been silent, opened his mouth and said loudly, "Since you are going to fight, then go to war. The old man accepts your challenge!"

Although he was afraid of Kato Seiichi and did not want to play!

But he had to fight!

Because he knows that if these people from the East Country are left, shortly after the Internet, negative news such as his painting Saint Wu Wenshan dare not to fight, or even rise to the issue of national dignity.

"well!"

Sato Shoji smiled.

Next, the staff of Jinling Art Museum and Inoue Kazuhiko and other people had a good discussion and decided to place the competition place in a wetland park opposite the Jinling Art Museum.

After more than half an hour.

Almost everyone gathered in the wetland park and looked around. Hundreds of people caused the crowded scene.

And Sato and Wu Wenshan successively stood on an open space in the wetland park. There was an artificial lake next to the two, just in the autumn and winter seasons. The water was cold and motionless, as if standing water.

"Two of you, who is coming first?"

Several Jinling art leaders who were temporarily selected as judges looked at each other, and then asked.

As Wu Wenshan was about to open his mouth, he saw Inoue stepping forward and said, "Mr. Sato feels very guilty for suddenly visiting Master Wu. To apologize, he decides to come first!"

He clapped his hands. Immediately, two men from East Laos opened their backpacks and took out a wide and long canvas from the inside. They each grasped one end of the canvas and opened the blank canvas as if the same side was white. The walls are average.

Wait until everything is ready.

I saw that Sato took a step forward and closed his eyes after taking a deep breath. At the same time, he picked up the paintbrush and kept waving on the canvas in a variety of motions.

The whole scene was silent.

Everyone was staring at them all with their eyes wide open, for fear of missing any detail, so forgiveness, could not help but be excited.

"He closed his eyes and painted!"

"Oh my god, how is this possible? I close my eyes and see nothing. What if I draw something wrong?"

Many people secretly exclaimed.

They turned to Sato's eyes again.

This is a master, an absolute master!