Under the dark night, I saw Su Ping'an like a butterfly in a flower, his body turned into afterimages, and it was hard to distinguish reality from reality for a while.
The man in black didn't expect that Su Ping'an's figure could be so flexible. After watching carefully for a while, he seemed to be aware of it and said in surprise, "Lingbo Weibu?!"
At this moment, the man in black felt like he was lying.
He knew that Wenxiu could embody the attack and killing techniques and characters in his book, but he never expected that a guy in the Wenxiu realm could actually perform the three sets of techniques in the novel.
This made the man in black wonder, "Is this guy still a scholar?!"
While Su Ping'an was busy dodging, he also heard the questioning voice of the man in black. He still had time to reply, "Hey, you can actually recognize that you are also a fan of my books?!"
Mini girl!
Black Shadow has the urge to swear.
In fact, the man in black was none other than Mr. Yan, who had been instructed by Wu Jinquan during the day and decided to take action at night.
Before taking action, he naturally did some research on Su Pingan and Liu Qingxi.
Liu Qingxi's situation is easy to know. When Chen San made trouble before, the former had exposed his strength as a scholar. Su Ping'an had been hiding in the store and did not show up. Mr. Yan also found an opportunity to disguise himself when he was telling stories.
, sneaked in, listened to the book, and observed, and then determined Su Ping'an's previous six realms of literary cultivation.
But he never expected that just after that day, the latter had already broken through to the eighth realm of literary disciples. Is this still justified?!
But he also knows that this is what literary cultivators do, they rely on their works to speak for themselves.
If the work is good, the literary reputation is accumulated quickly, and there is a lot of feedback, it is not surprising that some people even become "scribes" overnight.
However, scribes do not have the power to manifest themselves, and can only attack or defend based on their literary spirit. It is precisely because of this that Mr. Yan was so confident before, saying that Liu Qingxi could not be his opponent.
But now what the hell?!
A scholar in the eighth realm can actually use the methods of a scribe, and he can still perform so many techniques. It is simply cheating, isn't it?
Swish, swish, swish...
After attacking for a while, Mr. Yan's eyes gradually turned cold when he saw Su Ping'an's movements were flexible and he had lost his patience.
He knew that Uncle Fu had already gone to call for help. Now Su Ping'an alone was so difficult to deal with. If Liu Qingxi was added to the mix, the situation would be even more unfavorable.
Thinking of this, Mr. Yan decided to take action seriously.
"Okay, I want to see how capable you are. With my strength comparable to that of a scribe, how long can you last?!"
With a low shout, Mr. Yan's whole body changed drastically.
Under the cover of the black robe, a strange red light flashed in his eyes.
Then a strange roar suddenly sounded in the void.
“Mea~~~~”
Its sound was like thunder, shaking the void.
Su Ping'an was stunned when he heard this, "Where did the sheep bray come from?!"
Just as he was stunned, the body of Mr. Yan, a black shadow, suddenly grew larger in an instant, as if rising in the wind. In an instant, the black robe on his body burst, and he turned into a three-meter-tall man with double twins.
A monster with horns and strong evil aura surging all over its body.
"Demon cultivator?!"
Seeing this scene, Su Pingan was horrified.
He knows that this world is a wonderful place, and writing and painting can help you accumulate literary spirit and practice.
But at the same time, he also knows that this world is very dangerous.
Monsters, spirits, ghosts... these things that originally only existed in novels also exist in reality.
But he never thought that one day he would actually come across this thing.
It is said that all demon cultivators like to devour the flesh and blood of literary cultivators, squeeze their literary energy, and then strengthen themselves. Their methods can be described as cruel and bloody.
Therefore, literary cultivators and demon cultivators are almost natural enemies.
Seeing that his first enemy was actually a demon cultivator, Su Ping'an felt chills in his heart, "Oh, could it be that I eat too much 'mutton skewers' on weekdays, so a goat demon came out to take revenge?"
?Then can I give up 'barbecuing'?!"
After a while of complaining, the sheep demon took action again.
The sheep demon that had transformed into its true form seemed to be even more powerful. He raised his hand, and the demonic aura surged around him. He smacked his fingers in the air, and the powerful demonic power seemed to directly lock onto Su Ping'an, causing him to act instantly.
difficulty.
"Dragon fights in the wild!"
Seeing that he couldn't escape, Su Ping'an was unwilling to be defeated like this. He bit down and poured all his literary energy into his hands, and once again used Qiao Feng's secret skill in the novel, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
Ouch...
In an instant, there was a dragon roar, and a bright yellow divine dragon that was about an inch long suddenly shot out from Su Ping'an's hand and directly collided with the palm of the sheep demon.
boom!
Loud noise in the sky!
The powerful literary energy and the ferocious demon power collided, erupting with a whirlwind of power, and the surging shock wave spread rapidly in the small courtyard like ripples in the water.
Click, click, click...
The surrounding walls and some pillars cracked under the impact of this force, which shows the danger of this attack.
puff……
Su Ping'an couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood under this blow. His body was shaken and he retreated repeatedly, his face instantly turning pale.
The difference in strength is clear at a glance!
In the final analysis, he still had too little time to cultivate, and the eighth realm of scholar was still two realms away from the scholar.
It’s a miracle that he can carry it till now!
"Hmph, a scholar is just a disciple after all. No matter how evil you are, you still can't resist the suppression of the realm. Just die!"
After Mr. Yan transformed into his true form, even his voice became dull.
Seeing Su Pingan's defeat, he snorted disdainfully, waved his hand, and raised his sheep's hoof-like palm again, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Su Pingan.
But at this moment, a piano sound suddenly came from outside the small courtyard door.
Zheng!
A ray of cultural energy turned into a sound wave, suddenly struck with the force of lightning, and hit the palm of the sheep demon in one fell swoop. The latter was unprepared and was shocked to take two steps back.
The sheep demon's attack was interrupted, and he looked a little annoyed. He suddenly looked back and saw a pale yellow figure holding a guqin in his hand, flying directly over from the wall of the next door courtyard with Wen Qi.
The person who came was none other than Liu Qingxi, who got the news and came to support in time.
The yellow shirt fell to the ground, and Liu Qingxi stood directly between the sheep demon and Su Ping'an.
She glanced sideways at the latter and saw blood on his chest. She couldn't help but said nervously: "Are you injured?!"
Feeling Liu Qingxi's worry, Su Ping'an felt a warm feeling in his heart. Then he suppressed the dullness in his chest and grinned: "Fortunately, you came in time. If it had been a little later, I might have been cold. Don't worry,
I can still bear this little injury!"
Seeing that Su was safe and sound, Liu Qingxi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then he turned around and looked at the sheep demon in front of him with a deep look. He frowned and shouted: "The bold demon cultivator actually dares to show his face in Qingyun County.
Don’t you know that my country has banned demons and all ghosts and demons are not allowed to enter?!”