Chapter 99: A Master of Committing Suicide, Once Again on the Hot Search, Wildly Discussed

Chapter 99 A little expert in courting death, on the hot search again, crazy discussion, and the direction of the new technique confirmed.

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

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

Seeing this, Su Die habitually clenched her fists, rubbing her hands, and had a posture of fighting.

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

"Oh my God! Director Su! You're here too?"

Hearing this, Su Die was slightly stunned, and quickly turned her head to look.

After all, who else can be called Director Su in the academy except his brother.

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

After another moment of stunned, she instantly realized that she had been fooled. At this moment, the anger in her heart was directly doubled.

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

Su Die clenched her fists and spoke with gritted teeth.

"Asshole! How dare you play tricks on me! It seems that I didn't hit you lightly, Song Changkong, you're dead!"

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

At this moment, a hint of playfulness appeared on Liu Yanran's face, and she spoke in a dark way to add fuel to the fire.

"Xiao Die'er! More than that! I think that with the degree of Song Changkong's suicidal behavior, he is likely to add fuel to the fire of your meeting and conversation with Junior Lin today and make some specious news."

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

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

"Is it the South Gate again this time? Okay! Xiao Yanran, thank you for reminding me! This time! I want him to repent completely for what he did!"

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

In the cafeteria, Lin Pingan looked calmly, and the whole person was calm and not disturbed at all.

Liu Yanran turned her eyes and smiled slightly.

"Are you confused about the reason, brother Lin? That's because Song Changkong is not only the most outstanding student of the medicinal food manufacturing department, but also the most gossipy paparazzi leader of Daxia Academy."

"Some time ago, when Xiao Dieer went to see you, he took a photo of you and created a scandal about you two!"

"If you don't believe it, you can check the school network yourself. The title is very explosive!"

"And there are a lot of discussions."

A normal person would definitely be eager to find out the truth when hearing this.

However, Lin Pingan remained indifferent, as if those things didn't matter at all, and he didn't care about those rumors.

He said nothing, just nodded calmly.

"Okay! Got it! Goodbye, senior sister!"

After saying that, she stood up and walked out.

Three breaths later, watching Lin Ping'an's figure gradually moving away, Liu Yanran's face became more and more playful, and curiosity flashed in her eyes, as if she saw some new toys.

"Interesting! Really interesting! Getting more and more interesting!"

Half an hour later.

Song Changkong, who was surrounded again, not only had his face bruised and swollen several times more serious, but he also gained two circles of weight.

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

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

"Asshole! If you dare to spread rumors again, I'll beat you up every day until graduation."

After saying that, she turned and left.

After a long while, Song Changkong got up, hissing and sucking in cold air, while mumbling.

"Damn! It's Liu Yanran, that scheming woman, giving advice again. How come she can always guess where I'm going?"

"Besides, I've never made up rumors! When have I ever written something that wasn't true? I just exaggerated it a little bit using news techniques!"

"However, this time, we must publish it, otherwise, wouldn't this beating be in vain!"

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

While speaking, he did not give up the idea of ​​courting death.

Life does not stop, courting death does not stop, this is Song Changkong's creed.

On the other hand, after Lin Pingan returned to Villa No. 1, he immediately began to study the new technique.

"Painful Demon Body" is only a yellow-level technique after all, and most practitioners are in the lower third level, and it also prevents others from using it to practice and break through to the third level or above.

In other words, after breaking through, it is better to practice other Xuan-level techniques of the same speed than to use it.

Now, after Lin Pingan broke through the 4th grade, the feedback brought back by the practitioners of "Painful Demon Body" is no longer enough for him to continue to make rapid progress.

After all, the feedback is only the ordinary blood of the lower third grade, and the exchange ratio is too high compared with the middle grade blood.

What's more, the blood of Lin Pingan has undergone an extraordinary sublimation and transformation, which is many times higher than the normal ratio.

Therefore, developing a higher level of cultivation method first is already the first thing to be done.

As for other types of exercises, after solving the problem of cultivation speed, you can enhance your strength while creating.

Originally, he planned to use the extra feedback of the "Painful Demon Body" cultivation inspiration to upgrade the method.

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

But after seeing his civilization value of 550,000, and recalling the martial arts knowledge he had learned in the past few days, he changed his mind after making all kinds of novel speculations.

Lin Pingan felt that he could take a bigger step and make the effect of the technique he wanted to create more direct and faster.

Sitting cross-legged, his mind was invested in the creation space, and countless inspirations emerged.

While the civilization value was constantly decreasing, the content of the new technique was constantly improving, and the overall progress was also constantly rising.

…5%…10%…15%…

A few hours later, the sky gradually darkened, and the number of people on campus gradually decreased, but the campus network was detonated by articles one after another.

Song Changkong, the strongest paparazzi king of Daxia Academy, also began his crazy road to death.

"The strongest Tianjiao Lin Pingan of Daxia Academy came out of seclusion and met with two senior sisters in the cafeteria..."

"Shocking trio! I shouldn't be sitting, but standing behind...》

"Two women are fighting for a husband, the king of news risked his life to go to the front line to witness the most exciting scene of Daxia Academy..."

"President Su spoke twice in a row, but was rejected by Lin Pingan..."

"One of the best girlfriends stood and the other sat, one was boastful, and the other was angry but dared not speak..."

...

The titles were more exaggerated than the other, and looked more attractive than the other.

And under each article, countless comments and messages appeared instantly.

Among them, the ones at the top were all insults, basically greeting the author's family.

"You bastard! You're using the title again! I already had the paper ready, but I clicked in and saw that this is the result?"

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

"You're also lying about 1 merit point? Can't you live anymore?"

"If I can beat you, I'll beat you eight times a day."

"Is there still justice? Is there still the law? Are there still school rules? Will the school just let Song Changkong, this bastard, do whatever he wants? Deduct merit points, and punish him severely."

"..."

Behind the insulting messages, there were also many gossipers who rationally ate melons and discussed rationally.