It was dusk when the lottery was held, and Su Pingan, who was busy, suddenly felt something strange.
The literary energy in his body was like an undercurrent of tide, first it shrank sharply, and then poured back all of a sudden, rushing into his limbs and bones.
The warm current flowed through his muscles and veins, making Su Ping'an feel like he was in a hot spring. His whole body felt clear and relaxed, and the fatigue of the past two days was gone.
"Finally a breakthrough, the fifth realm of scribes!"
Su Pingan's eyes sparkled.
After two consecutive days of lottery, the popularity of the three books soared again. Coupled with the popularity of the previous 'concert' at the Red Music Hall, Su Ping'an finally broke through the four realms of the scribes in less than ten days.
Within a certain period of time, it broke through again.
However, this breakthrough always made him feel that it was a bit counterproductive, so that when controlling Wen Qi, he felt that it was not as smooth as before, and he always felt that something was missing.
"That's all. After all, it was a sudden promotion. It may be that the realm is unstable. We can't do this again in the future, otherwise it will be detrimental to our future cultivation path!"
Su Pingan was helpless.
If he hadn't been challenged suddenly this time, he wouldn't be in such a hurry to level up.
After all, cultivation requires being down-to-earth and progressing step by step to be sure.
But now that we have advanced, we can only find ways to make up for it later. The most important thing now is tomorrow’s challenge!
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The next day.
The sun rises and shines brightly.
The golden sunlight passed through the towering towers of Daming Mansion, and finally fell into every corner of Daming Mansion little by little.
Creak...
The door of Qingfeng Restaurant was opened from the inside. The person who opened the door today was not Xiao Fuzi, but a young man wearing fine clothes and a face as beautiful as a crown jewel.
This person is none other than Su Pingan.
In order to meet today's challenge, Su Ping'an got up and dressed up specially this morning. Not only was he neatly dressed and energetic, but he was also full of fighting spirit.
At this time, his outline even had a hint of the demeanor of the original owner who was a 'genius writer' in the capital of the gods.
But just when Su Pingan was in high spirits, Xiao Fuzi's voice suddenly came from the building behind him.
"Brother Su, breakfast is ready. How about lean meat porridge and xiaolongbao?!"
"Okay, by the way, remember to prepare vinegar and add some soy sauce in it!"
"okay!"
After a conversation, Su Ping'an's aura of superiority that he had just condensed collapsed immediately, and he suddenly became down-to-earth.
"You can only accept the challenge when you are full."
Su Ping'an rolled up his sleeves without caring about the image, and then started working as a jobber.
After we had eaten and drank enough, the sun was rising at three o'clock in the sky, and the time was just right.
Liu Qingxi and the others were already well prepared and looked a little nervous while waiting for the challenger to come.
Outside the restaurant, the old book review area was replaced with a notice, which read: The owner has something to do and will be temporarily closed in the morning.
After seeing this notice, the customers who were about to come to the door were all confused. They didn't know what was going on with Qingfeng Restaurant. It was open but not open?!
Some people wanted to find out what the reason was, so they just stood there and watched.
Not long after, a gust of wind suddenly blew on the street, raising a cloud of dust.
In the dust, two figures arrived as promised.
Sun Jiufang, who was dressed in a brown literary uniform, looked impressive as he walked like a dragon or a tiger.
Next to him, Meng Erhu, who was strong but somewhat dazed, stared with a pair of big eyes, looking serious and solemn. Those who didn't know better thought that this guy was going to the battlefield.
The two men came together in a fierce manner, and Dongping Street was filled with dust and wind, which instantly became a bit cold and solemn.
“These two items are finally here, and I’ve spent all my money waiting for them!”
Seeing the two figures appear, Su Ping'an immediately sorted out the remains of the steamed dumplings on his clothes, then brushed his sleeves and resumed his previous masterful posture as soon as he got up.
Be calm, calm, calm and confident!
Um!
This is very Su Pingan!
No matter what your true strength is, you must first shock the opponent with your momentum.
Be the first to win!
This is also a tactic.
Su Pingan then spoke and said in a casual tone: "You are here, I have been waiting for a long time!"
On the other side, when Sun Jiufang saw Su Pingan's calm and unhurried posture, he immediately frowned slightly.
His intuition told him that this thing was abnormal!
You are just a literary cultivator in the four realms of scribes, how can you act like you are a literary sect of the first generation?
Is there any conspiracy behind this guy?!
But this thought flashed through Sun Jiufang's mind.
He is very confident in himself. Relying on his seventh-level scribe's strength, he believes that no matter what tricks Su Ping'an plays, he can handle it.
What's more, there is also his junior brother Meng Erhu raiding the formation.
So Sun Jiufang just hesitated for a moment, but quickly replied coldly: "I'm here, let's get started!"
This guy is still as cold and direct as ever.
Su Ping'an smiled faintly and said: "Brother Sun, this is Dongping Street. There are many people and the place is small, so it is not convenient for us to fight. Yesterday, I looked ahead and saw a Dongping Lake not far away. How about we fight there?
!”
Su Ping'an tried hard to imitate the speech of some martial arts masters in movies. Previously, he thought they were powerful and powerful and could intimidate the enemy, but after imitating them for a while, he felt that it felt really fucking uncomfortable.
But in order to win, Su Ping'an could only endure it first.
Sun Jiufang didn't doubt his presence either. He looked at the large circle of people that had gathered on the streets to his left and right in a short period of time and nodded.
Afterwards, everyone headed to Dongping Lake.
Liu Qingxi and the people in the store also hurriedly followed.
But when he was about to close the door, Xiao Fuzi suddenly realized that something seemed to be missing. Then he looked back and wondered: "Wait...where did that dog go?!"
…
"Have you heard that just now, a literary cultivator from the Wen Palace of Daming Prefecture suddenly came to our door and suddenly launched a challenge to Qingfeng Restaurant's 'Su Sheng Xiao Meng'!"
"Huh? Why is there such a thing?"
"I don't know, but now they have gone to Dongping Lake, and the showdown is about to begin!"
"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry over and have a look!"
In an instant, the news that Sun Jiufang, a literary scholar of Daming Prefecture, was going to challenge the popular celebrity Su Sheng Xiaomeng, spread like wildfire and spread throughout Dongping Street in the blink of an eye.
The crowd on Dongping Street immediately moved upon hearing the news. In less than a cup of tea, the area around Dongping Lake was filled with people.
Soon, Su Pingan and Sun Jiufang also arrived at Dongping Lake.
Dongping Lake has a radius of 100 meters and the water is green. There are two small boats parked in the middle of the lake at the moment, with no one on board.
Su Ping'an controlled Wen Qi and performed Qing Gong, and floated onto a small boat. His expression was extremely light, and his movements were graceful. As soon as he performed it, he aroused applause from the surrounding people.
Su Pingan then turned around and extended an invitation to Sun Jiufang: "Senior Brother Sun, do you dare to go to the lake and fight?"
