Infernal Artist

Chapter 33 He's stuck

Inside the barracks.

"So you are on the side of the practitioners?" the little girl asked tentatively.

Liu Ping shook his head.

"You chose to destroy the plot to save the world? For justice?" the little girl continued to ask.

"You don't have to think of me as a representative of practitioners. I don't represent anyone. I just fulfill my own ideas. It neither seeks justice nor means that I can save them." Liu Pingdao.

"Then what do you think-" the little girl asked.

"Wouldn't it be more interesting this way?" Liu Ping said seriously.

Darkness enveloped him, silent and silent.

The little girl laughed silently and looked very happy.

She tossed a glass bottle to Liu Ping.

"You're a bit unexpected. Come on, we can have a drink."

"What is this?" Liu Ping asked.

"Beer - you may not have tasted it. There is no such wine in your world."

The little girl took out a rose-colored glass bottle, opened it herself, and said to Liu Ping:

"Come on, let's celebrate with a drink."

"What are you celebrating for?" Liu Ping asked.

"Celebrate that everything is about to go off the rails." The little girl said.

Liu Ping followed her example and opened the bottle, taking a tentative sip.

"How does it taste?" the little girl asked.

"I quite like the taste... By the way, what kind of wine are you drinking?"

"I had a drink."

"You toasted to me, but you turned out to be the drink?" Liu Ping asked.

"I'm a little girl. Besides, when you were drinking, you watched for a long time before taking a sip. Does that count as a toast?" the little girl said.

The two looked at each other and seemed to be more familiar with each other.

"I'm Liu Ping, and you?" Liu Ping said.

"I am an existence in the eternal night. I can't tell you anything else, otherwise you will be in great trouble." The little girl said calmly.

"Eternal night? I also woke up from eternal night. The entire world of cultivation wakes up from eternal night. We all exist in eternal night." Liu Ping said.

"You don't have to test me," the little girl smiled and said, "Actually, your entire world and even all practitioners do not belong to Eternal Night."

"Then what is Yongye?" Liu Ping asked.

"It is the resting place of the dead," the little girl said.

"But you're awake." Liu Ping said.

"In the past era, I have always slept well, but since the arrival of the world of spiritual practice, I have woken up and become prone to insomnia." The little girl said sadly.

The void behind her gradually shattered, revealing a desolate dark wilderness.

"You have made your choice, so I have to be prepared," she said.

"What are you going to do?" Liu Ping asked.

"When the first point of collapse of the plot arrives, I will show you the reality of this world." The little girl put down the bottle and said.

She retreated step by step into the wilderness.

The void gradually closed.

she left.

Liu Ping stood there and thought for a while, then turned to look at the beer in his hand.

A few lines of small words appeared above the bottle of beer:

"Name: The most amazing drink."

"Craft beer, wort concentration 11.5°P."

"Raw materials: water, malt, honey, hops, etc."

"——From a certain sky fall."

It turns out that this wine did not come from Yongye.

Liu Ping drank the beer in one breath, put away the bottle, and slowly walked out of the barracks.

It was still dark.

He looked up for a while, then walked through several barracks and over the dense tombstones, before arriving at the teleportation circle.

The practitioner stood in front of the magic circle, stretched out his hand and made a few spells, and the magic circle suddenly lit up.

"You can go to three places, namely the forward camp, the knight camp and the ordnance reserve depot." The practitioner said.

He turned around, looked at Liu Ping with a smile and said:

"But according to the rules, those who leave here must pass my examination to see if they have truly fully recovered before I can send you to different places."

"How to take the exam?" Liu Ping asked.

"Tell me how you feel about this war, and then take action." The practitioner said.

Liu Ping looked at each other.

In the void before his eyes, lines of small characters quickly appeared.

But these small characters are all in normal fonts:

"Important reminder: The opponent is a great monk in the canonization period, and you cannot defeat him."

"You have three strategies to choose from:"

"The first one is to show courage and have a heart for the common people. If you express yourself from this perspective and are calm and comfortable in battle, the opponent will send you to the forward camp;

"The second option is to cry bitterly and tell the story of the misery of the war, and to risk your life in the battle. The other party will send you to the Valor Cavalry Camp;

"Third, if you fail to achieve the above two items, the other party will send you to the ordnance reserve."

All small characters are displayed.

A line of cool burning font slowly appeared:

"Tip: If you want to break the current plot, please don't follow the tips above."

Liu Ping was speechless.

Unexpectedly, the sequence is even better than the plot font.

He looked at the practitioner opposite, smiled and said:

"Senior, why don't we fight first."

The practitioner said: "Okay, you can attack directly."

Liu Ping said: "I only have the foundation-building cultivation level. Why don't you suppress your strength to the foundation-building stage? Otherwise, I can't beat you at all, and the fight is meaningless."

The practitioner laughed, shook his head and said, "Are today's young people so competitive?"

As he spoke, he calmed down his aura, and his spiritual power gradually dropped to a level similar to Liu Ping's.

"It's not about competing to win, it's just to have more fun." Liu Ping said.

"Okay, come on."

"I am coming."

Liu Ping leaned forward and punched the opponent's front door.

Snapped!

His fist was held down by the opponent's palm.

"It turns out he is a martial arts cultivator." The cultivator said with a smile.

Suddenly, the practitioner's expression changed.

At some point, his palms were covered with ice, frozen together with the opponent's fists.

The practitioner pushes his palm forward hard——

The frost that covered his arms immediately shattered, but quickly condensed into shape. Instead of being pushed away, Liu Ping seemed to be stuck to his palm.

The two were stuck together with fists and palms, unable to separate, so they had to use their other hands and feet to fight.

Liu Ping fought with his opponent for more than a dozen moves, evenly matched, without falling behind at all.

"The boxing skills are solid." The practitioner praised.

"Thank you for the compliment, be careful." Liu Ping said.

This boxing technique is very profound. It is a masterpiece that I painstakingly created. Now in the foundation building stage, I can only exert its power at one level.

The next moment——

But he saw layers of frost mist emitting from Liu Ping's body, transforming into seven or eight figures.

The cultivator was checking with his spiritual mind when he saw a fist rushing out of multiple phantoms and settling in front of the door.

——It’s the fist frozen with his palm!

boom!

Terrifying spiritual pressure erupted from the cultivator's body, turning directly into strong wind and blowing Liu Ping away.

There was a complex look on his face.

——As a monk in the canonization realm, his dignity does not allow him to be hit by a foundation-building monk.

Therefore, the only way is to liberate strength.

Liu Ping flew back dozens of feet in mid-air, landed gently on the ground, and said with a smile:

"Senior, I accept it."

The practitioner looked down at his palm and saw that it was frozen together with a fist-shaped hollow ice cube.

"It seems that the dozen or so punches you gave me were all to make me think that your other hand was frozen and you couldn't punch anymore." The practitioner said.

"Yes." Liu Ping admitted.

"Which boxing style are you from?" the practitioner asked.

"I created it myself." Liu Ping said.

"Does it have a name?"

"It's called love, love, fighting, and fisting."

"...It's obviously a good frost boxing technique, why is it called this?"

"There once was a couple who were practicing monks. The woman had to spar with the man every night. She was not allowed to sleep unless they sparred."

"This is normal. Isn't the sparring over?"

"But every time if the man wins, the woman will become angry, turn around and run away, closing the door of the cave to prevent entry."

"Then it will be over if the woman is not allowed to do it."

"The two of them are about the same strength. If the man gives way, he will be beaten into a pig head or even injured. He will no longer be interested in doing some of the good things he wanted to do in the evening."

"So this boxing technique..."

"Yes, the male cultivator found me and commissioned me to develop this set of affectionate and playful fists. In this way, I can win the opponent and prevent the opponent from running away."

The practitioner thought for a while.

If I hadn't released the spiritual pressure of the Saint Realm just now, the other party would have been hanging around me and beating me up, releasing ice from time to time to make the two of them stick together.

——There is no way to avoid it.

"What a loving couple who loves to fight and fight. This close-fitting boxing technique... can use the frost so well that I can't escape. It's quite good."

While nodding in praise, he took out the formation plate and began to set up the formation.

"Senior, wait a minute, I have won. Can I choose a place by myself?" Liu Ping asked.

"The Forward Camp, the Valiant Cavalry Camp, and the Ordnance Department are all good places. Otherwise, where would you like to go?" the practitioner asked.

"That's true, but I'm afraid I can't go to the places you mentioned." He said.

"Why?" said the saintly cultivator.

"Because my sect was destroyed during the war, and I am the only one left." Liu Ping said.

The other party was stunned.

This is really unexpected.

For a while.

The monk in the canonization realm asked: "Who are you?"

"Baishengmen, Liuping."

Liu Ping said.

——This is the identity prepared by Master for himself.

But the entire initial curtain has changed. The two previous practitioners disappeared and were replaced by the person in front of them.

Can this identity still be used?

Liu Ping stared at the saintly cultivator opposite.

"A rare and special situation... let me think about it... this kind of situation almost never happens. Where should I send you?"

The cultivator thought for a while, then looked at him seriously and said: "The Xihuang Camp is a transit place for transporting troops. It is now responsible for relocating the monks whose sects have been destroyed. By the way, which sect are you from? ?what is it call?"

"Baishengmen, Liu Ping." Liu Ping said.

"Which sect are you from? What's your name?" the other party asked again.

Liu Ping looked at the other party and said nothing.

"Which sect are you from? What's your name?"

"..."

The other party kept asking repeatedly, and the expression on his face had become dull.

Lines of burning small characters quickly emerged:

"He's stuck."

"You ruined the original plot, and the other party's soul will gradually enter a waking state."

“The original plot is starting to fall apart.”

"Everything is about to go in an unpredictable direction."

"Estimated time: seven seconds."