Purgatory Artist

　　 in the barracks.

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

　　 Liuping 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 regard me as the representative of practitioners. I don't represent anyone. I just fulfill my own ideas. It is neither justice nor that I can save them." Liu Ping said.

　　 "Then your idea is—" the little girl asked.

　　 "Isn't that more interesting?" Liu Ping said seriously.

　　Darkness enveloped him, silent and quiet.

　　 The little girl laughed silently, looking very happy.

　　 She threw a glass bottle to Liuping.

　　 "You are a bit unexpected, come, we can have a drink."

　　 "What is this?" Liu Ping asked.

　　 "Beer-you may not have drunk it, your world does not have this kind of wine."

　　 The little girl took out a rose-colored glass bottle herself, opened the bottle herself, and said to Liuping:

　　 "Come, we should have a drink to celebrate."

　　 "What to celebrate?" Liu Ping asked.

　　 "Celebrate everything is about to derail." The little girl said.

　　 Liuping opened the bottle like her, and took a tentative sip.

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

　　 "I really like this taste... By the way, what wine are you drinking?"

　　 "I drink a drink."

　　 "You toast to me, but you are the drink?" Liu Ping asked.

　　 "Is this a little girl? Besides, when you drink alcohol, you take a sip after watching it for a long time. Is it a toast?" the little girl said.

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

　　 "This is Liuping, how about you?" Liuping said.

　　 "I am the existence in the eternal night, and the others can't tell you, otherwise you will have a catastrophe." The little girl said lightly.

　　 "Eternal Night? I also wake up from Eternal Night. The whole world of practice wakes up from Eternal Night. We are all beings in Eternal Night." Liu Ping said.

　　 "You don't have to test me," the little girl smiled and said, "In fact, your entire world and all the practitioners do not belong to Yongye."

　　 "Then what is Yongye?" Liu Ping asked.

　　 "It is the sleeping place of the dead." The little girl said.

　　 "But you are awake." Liuping said.

　　 "In the past, I have always slept well, but since the world of practice came, I woke up, and I also easily suffer from insomnia." The little girl said sadly.

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

　　 "You have made a choice, then I have to be prepared," she said.

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

　　 "Wait for the first node of the plot to collapse, I will show you the reality of this world." The little girl put down the bottle and said.

　　 She retreated into the wilderness step by step.

　　 The void gradually closed.

she left.

　　 Liuping stood there thinking for a while, then turned to look at the beer in his hand.

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

　　 "Name: The most praised drink."

　　 "Craft beer, wort concentration 11.5°P."

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

　　"—From a fall from the sky."

　　 It turns out that this wine doesn't come from Yongye either.

　　 Liuping drank the beer all at once, collected the bottles, and walked out of the barracks slowly.

　　 The sky is still dark.

　　 He looked up for a while, stepped forward, and walked through several barracks all the way, past the dense tombstones, and came to the teleportation array.

　　 The cultivator stood in front of the magic circle, stretched out his hand and pinched a few tricks, and the magic circle suddenly lit up.

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

　　 He turned around, smiled and looked at Liuping and said:

　　 "But according to the rules, people who leave here must pass my exam school to see if they have really recovered completely before they can send you to different places."

　　 "How to test the school?" Liu Ping asked.

　　 "Tell me your feelings about this war, and then pass it." The practitioner said.

　　 Liuping looked at each other.

　　 In the void in front of his eyes, lines of small words quickly appeared.

　　 But these small characters are ordinary fonts:

　　 "Important reminder: The opponent is a great monk during the canonization period, not something you can defeat."

　　 "You have three strategies to choose from:"

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

　　"The second one, crying bitterly, telling the tragedy of the war, and desperate in the battle, the other party will send you to the Snapdragon Riding Camp;

　　 "The third type, if you fail to achieve the above two, the other party will send you to the ordnance reserve."

　　All small characters are displayed.

　　A line of cool burning fonts slowly appeared:

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

　　 Liuping was a little speechless.

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

　　 He looked at the practitioner on the opposite side, smiled and said:

　　 "Senior, it's better for us to pass it first."

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

　　 Liuping said: "I only have the foundation to build a foundation, why don't seniors suppress the strength in the foundation stage? Otherwise, I can't beat you at all, and there is no point in fighting against you."

　　 The cultivator laughed and shook his head: "Nowadays, young people like to compete so much?"

　　 As he said, he closed his whole body aura, and his spiritual power level gradually fell to a level similar to that of Liu Ping.

　　 "It's not to be competitive, it's just to be more fun." Liuping said.

　　 "Okay, come on."

"I am coming."

　　 Liuping leaned forward and rushed, punching at the opposite door.

Snapped!

　　 His fist was held by the opponent's palm.

　　 "It turned out to be a martial artist." The practitioner said with a smile.

　　 Suddenly, the face of the practitioner changed.

　　 I don't know when, his palm is already full of frost, and he freezes with the opponent's fist.

　　 The practitioner pushes his palm forward hard—

　　The frost on his arms suddenly shattered, but it quickly condensed into shape. Rather than being pushed out, Liu Ping seemed to stick to his palm. With the help of a turn, he bullied himself up again.

　　 The two of them stuck together with one fist and one palm.

　　 Liuping made more than a dozen strokes with each other, and they were evenly divided.

　　 "Fisting is solid." The practitioner praised.

　　 "Thanks for the praise, be careful." Liu Ping said.

　　 This boxing technique is very advanced, it is a masterpiece that I have painstakingly created, and now it can only exert its power during the foundation period.

　　 The next moment—

　　 However, seeing Liu Ping's body emit a fog of frost that overlaps, transforming into seven or eight figures.

　　 The cultivator was looking at it with his divine mind, but he saw a fist burst out of many phantoms and settled in front of his door.

　　—It's the fist that freezes with his palm!

　　 Boom!

　　 A terrifying spiritual pressure erupted from the practitioner, which directly turned into a wind, blowing Liu Ping away.

　　 There is a complex color on his face.

　　—As a canonized monk, his dignity does not allow himself to be hit by a foundation-building monk.

　　 Therefore, the only way to liberate strength.

　　 Liuping flew back several tens of feet in the air, fell gently to the ground, and said with a smile:

　　 "Senior, let's accept it."

　　 The cultivator looked down at his palm, and saw that his palm was frozen with a fist-shaped hollow ice block.

　　 "It seems that the dozen or so punches you hit with me are all to make me think that your other hand is frozen and you can't punch anymore." The practitioner said.

　　 "Yes." Liuping admitted.

　　 "Which school of fists are you?" the practitioner asked.

　　 "I created it myself." Liuping said.

　　 "Do you have a name?"

　　 "It's called Enenai, love to fight and fight."

　　 "...It is obviously a good Frost Fist, why is it called this name?"

　　 "There used to be a pair of monastic couples. The woman had to discuss with the man every night, and she was not allowed to sleep unless she did."

　　 "This is normal, won't the discussion be over?"

　　 "But every time the man wins, the woman becomes irritated, turns around and runs, closing the door of the cave and not letting in."

　　 "Then let the woman not be over."

　　 "The strength of the two is similar. If the man gives way, he will be beaten into a pig and even injured. The good things that he wanted to do at night will be out of interest."

　　 "So this punch..."

　　 "Yes, the male Xiu found me and commissioned me to develop this set of love, love and fight, so that he can win the opponent and prevent the opponent from running away."

　　 The practitioner thought for a while.

　　 If I didn't release the Spiritual Pressure of the Conferred Saint Realm just now, the other party could really be entangled around the body and beat around, releasing frost from time to time to make the two people stick together.

　　—I can’t avoid it at all.

　　 "It's a good one who loves to fight and fight. This personal fist... can use Frost so well, I can't get out yet, it's pretty good."

　　 He nodded in praise, while drawing out the formation, began to set the formation.

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

　　 "The front camp, the Xiaoqi camp, and the ordnance department are all good places, otherwise where do you want to go?" the practitioner asked.

　　 "It's good, but I'm afraid I can't go to these places you mentioned." He started.

　　 "Why?" the canonization practitioner said.

　　 "Because my sect has perished in the war, I am the only one left. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Liuping said.

　　 The other party was stunned.

　　 This is really unexpected.

　　 for a while.

　　 The cultivator of the Saint Realm asked: "Who are you?"

　　 "Haishengmen, Liuping."

　　 Liuping Road.

　　—This is the identity that Master prepared for himself.

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

　　 Is this identity still available?

　　 Liuping stared at the canonized cultivator on the opposite side.

　　 "A rare special situation...Let me think about it...Such a situation almost never happened. Where should I send you?"

The cultivator thought for a while before he looked at him seriously and said: "Western Wilderness Camp is a transit point for troop transport. Now it is responsible for relocating those monks whose sects have been destroyed. By the way, which school do you belong to? ?what is it call?"

　　 "Haishengmen, Liuping." Liuping said.

　　 "Which school are you from? What is your name?" the other party asked again.

　　 Liuping looked at each other and didn't speak.

　　 "Which school are you from? What is your name?"

　　 "Which school are you from? What is your name?"

　　 "Which school are you from? What is your name?"

　　"..."

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

　　 Lines of burning small characters quickly emerged:

　　 "He's stuck."

　　 "You destroy the original plot, and the soul of the other party will gradually enter a sober state."

　　 "The original plot began to collapse."

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

　　 "Estimated time: seven seconds."

　　 "Seven, six, five... two, one!"