Create The Demon Dao Technique, And All Races Will Call It Evil!

The first hot search, crazy discussion, and confirmation of the direction of the new exercise method.

At this moment, Song Changkong froze, and an awkward smile appeared on his face.

"Ha...haha...yeah! I'm here too! What a coincidence! What a coincidence!"

Seeing this, Su Die clenched his fists habitually and geared up, as if he was going to fight.

But in the next breath, Song Changkong's eyes widened, he looked far ahead and spoke in a shocked tone.

"Oh my god! Director Su! Are you here too?"

Hearing this, Su Die was slightly startled and quickly turned around to look.

After all, who else could be called Director Su in the academy besides his brother.

But at a glance, there was no one in that direction, and there was no existence at all.

The Queen was stunned for a moment again, and she instantly realized that she had been tricked. At this moment, the anger in her heart doubled.

Looking back again, sure enough, the culprit Song Changkong had taken the opportunity to run away and disappeared.

Su Die clenched her fists and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Asshole! How dare you play tricks on me! It seems that the beating was too gentle. Song Changkong, you are dead!"

Liu Yanran, who was standing behind her, took in the whole process in her eyes. She was not dazzled by Song Changkong's tricks, nor did she remind Su Die not to fall into the trap.

At this moment, a hint of amusement appeared on Liu Yanran's face, and she opened her mouth with a sinister tone.

"Xiao Die'er! It's more than that! I think with the level of that guy Song Changkong's attempt to commit suicide, he is likely to add fuel to the fire about your meeting and conversation with Junior Lin today and create some specious news."

"However, if we rush to the south gate of the back mountain of the school now, we might be able to stop him!"

Hearing this, Su Die clenched his fists and spoke aggressively.

"Is it still the south gate this time? Okay! Xiao Yanran, thank you for reminding me! This time! I want him to completely repent for what he has done!"

With that said, he stood up, rushed out of the cafeteria with a whoosh, and headed towards the target.

In the cafeteria, Lin Ping'an looked calmly, his whole person was calm, and he was not disturbed in the slightest.

Liu Yanran turned her eyes and smiled slightly.

"Are Junior Lin confused about the reason? It's all because Song Changkong is not only the most outstanding student in the Department of Medicinal Food Manufacturing, but also the most gossipy paparazzi leader in Daxia Academy."

"Some time ago, when Xiao Die'er went to find you, he took photos of you and created a scandal between you two!"

"If you don't believe it, you can check it out on the campus intranet yourself. The title is very exciting!"

"And there was a lot of discussion."

When normal people hear this, they will definitely be eager to find out.

However, Lin Ping'an still remained calm, as if those things didn't matter at all and didn't care about the rumors.

He didn't say anything, just nodded calmly.

"Yeah! Got it! Goodbye, senior!"

After finishing speaking, he stood up and walked outside.

After three breaths, looking at Lin Ping'an's figure gradually moving away, Liu Yanran's face became more playful, and curiosity flashed in her eyes, as if she saw some novel toy.

"Interesting! It's really interesting! It's getting more and more interesting!"

Half an hour later.

Song Changkong, who was brutally surrounded again, not only had the bruises and swelling on his face several times more serious, but he also gained weight twice.

After a beating to vent, Su Die felt a lot more comfortable.

Then, she looked at someone lying on the ground pretending to be dead, snorted coldly, and said harsh words again.

"Asshole! If you dare to spread rumors again, you will be beaten once a day until graduation."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

After a long while, Song Changkong climbed up, gasping for air and mumbling.

"Damn! It's Liu Yanran, that scheming woman, who's trying to trick me again. How come she can guess where I'm going every time?"

"Besides, I have never spread rumors randomly! When did I write anything that was not true? I just used journalistic techniques to exaggerate it a little bit!"

"However, what happened this time must be revealed, otherwise, wouldn't this beating be in vain?"

"This time, after the distribution is completed, I will immediately go to the battlefield of all races and hide for a while. I can't give them another chance to find me."

Even as he spoke, he did not give up the idea of ​​seeking death.

Life is endless, and death is not an end. This is Song Changkong's creed.

On the other hand, Lin Pingan immediately started researching new techniques after returning to Villa No. 1.

After all, "Demon Body of Pain" is only a yellow-level skill. Most of its practitioners are in the lower third level, and it also prevents others from using it to break through to the third level or above.

In other words, after the breakthrough, using it is not as fast as practicing other skills of the same Xuan level.

Nowadays, after Lin Ping'an broke through the fourth level, the feedback brought back by the practitioners of "Demon Body of Pain" was no longer enough for him to continue to make rapid progress.

After all, the feedback came only from the lower third-grade ordinary Qi and blood. Compared with the middle-grade Qi and blood, the exchange ratio was too high.

What's more, Lin Ping'an's Qi and blood have undergone extraordinary sublimation and transformation, and are many times higher than the normal ratio.

Therefore, developing higher-level cultivation techniques first is the first thing that must be completed.

As for other types of exercises, you can create them while increasing your strength after solving the problem of cultivation speed.

Originally, he planned to use the extra feedback from the "Pain Demon Body" to practice inspiration and upgrade the technique.

It is also possible to extend its scope of application from the lower third grade to the middle third grade.

But after seeing that his civilization value had reached 550,000, and recalling the martial arts knowledge he had gained during these days, and various novel speculations, he changed his mind.

Lin Ping'an felt that he could take bigger steps and make the effect of the skills he wanted to create more direct and faster.

Sitting cross-legged, putting your mind into the creative space, countless inspirations pour out.

While the civilization value continues to be consumed and decreased, the content of the new exercises continues to be improved, and the overall progress is also constantly rising.

…5%…10%…15%…

A few hours later, it was getting dark and there were fewer and fewer people on campus, but the campus network was detonated by articles one after another.

Song Changkong, the most powerful paparazzi king in Daxia University, also began his crazy road to death.

"The most powerful prodigy of Daxia Academy, Lin Ping'an, came out of seclusion and actually had a private meeting with two seniors in the cafeteria..."

"Shocking Threesome!" I shouldn't sit, but should stand behind me..."

"Two women are fighting for their husbands, and the King of News sacrifices his life to go to the front line to witness the most exciting scene in the Daxia Academy..."

"President Su opened his mouth twice in a row, but was rejected by Lin Pingan..."

"Good girlfriends are standing and sitting together, one of them is boasting, but the other is too angry to say anything..."

…

Each title is more exaggerated and looks more attractive than the last.

And under each article, countless comments appeared instantly.

Among them, the ones at the top are all insults, and they basically greet the author's family.

"Bullshit! You're just making headlines again! I've already got the paper and I clicked in to take a look. This is the result?"

"Zinima! Give me back 1 merit point! Isn't this a stupid lie!"

"1 Are you cheating on your meritorious service? Can't you afford to live?"

"If I can't beat you, I'll beat you eight times a day."

"Are there any laws of heaven? Is there any king's law? Are there any school rules? Is the school just going to let this bastard Song Changkong run amok? The punishment for merit points must be severe."

"..."

And behind the abusive messages, there are also many gossips who are rational and discuss things rationally.