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

This is one of the wonderful uses of the Xuan-level skill Hidden Art.

All are effective for sixth-grade warriors and below. The lower the cultivation level, the better the effect.

It has a long-lasting effect and is a subconscious hidden influence.

Only when the practitioner of the skill no longer uses concealment in front of the affected target will the original stereotype be broken and a new image positioning be re-established.

It can be called a must-have for Lao Liu.

This is also the reason why Lin Ping'an didn't choose to upload it immediately after he created Hidden Art.

After all, relatively speaking, the effect is too practical. It would not be good if someone else learned it and was tricked because of it.

The fewer creatures like Lao Liu, the better.

Lin Ping'an doesn't intend to prevent others from pretending to be pigs and eating tigers.

At least, the completed version of the Xuan-level version will not be released at this stage. It is still possible to weaken the simplified version that does not have such strong effects.

Of course, when you become stronger and fearless of any conspiracy, you may have different ideas.

On the other side, the law enforcement captain glanced casually and then gave a few instructions.

Okay! Go home and don't run around again!

This time, you are lucky, but it may not be the case next time! Tianyang City is likely to be unstable recently! Be careful!

In response, Lin Ping'an nodded calmly and pretended to remember something.

Although I don't remember the appearance of the shooter, I saw the original appearance of the killed cultist. Do you need me to draw it completely?

Upon hearing this, the law enforcement captain was overjoyed.

You know, the headless corpse was chopped into countless pieces, and no identifying features could be found at all.

The only head that was still intact was completely transformed into a tiger's head, and its original appearance was completely unrecognizable.

In addition, after investigation, all surveillance cameras were destroyed, which further made the identity of the cultists a mystery.

As for other witnesses, it’s not like there weren’t any.

Either fall into coma or run away.

In a short period of time, no suitable person could be found to conduct identification.

Nowadays, hearing these words suddenly is like giving someone timely help.

For a moment, the law enforcement captain's tone became much more enthusiastic.

Really? If possible! That would be great! Xiao Zhou, come here.

Take this little classmate over there to do a face portrait. After that, remember to check the identity information of the cultist online, and come over and report it as soon as possible.

It's best to finish this before the president arrives.

After hearing this, Lin Ping'an didn't refute anything, narrowed his eyes slightly, and left.

One of the purposes of leaving behind was to wait for the law enforcement team to come over and take notes.

In this way, not only would the suspicion on him be completely eliminated, but it would also prevent the law enforcement team from going to him specifically for questioning, thus saving a lot of trouble.

Secondly, there is the idea of ​​using the power of the martial arts association to obtain the identity information of the attacker.

After all, the appearance of cultists often means trouble.

And she came specifically for him.

Although he had been killed, he did not understand the opponent's purpose, identity, or the reason for the attack and killing.

For a qualified sixth grader, intelligence is extremely important.

Since I am not able to find it myself, I just let others find it and get a copy at the same time.

This is the best way to handle it.

Thirdly, Lin Ping'an also has the idea of ​​​​taking this opportunity to gain more development time.

This time, the sudden attack by the fourth-level cultists also gave him a new sense of crisis.

This matter is much more troublesome than Zhou Qiang's third-grade warrior uncle.

After all, the so-called third-grade uncle could be easily beaten to death for him now.

But the cultists are different. The power behind these human traitors is not small.

For many years, it has caused trouble and trouble in various cities in Daxia, but it has never been completely eradicated.

I heard that there are even high-level cultists at the master level or even the grand master level inside, who are extremely dangerous and threatening.

This time the fourth-level cultists attacked, and next time, who knows what kind of strong person will come.

Therefore, taking the initiative to provide help and information, and letting the Martial Arts Association take the lead to compete with this wave of cultists is the best way to deal with it.

A few minutes later.

Xiao Zhou from the law enforcement team took him to the car.

Wait a minute! I'm looking for puzzle paper and pen tools! Just wait a minute...

After saying these words, he got into the car and kept rummaging around.

A few more minutes passed.

Huh? Where are you? Where are you running to? I remembered to bring it with me! Why can't I find it?

I obviously brought it with me, and I obviously remembered to put it on the seat before leaving. Why is it missing?

Hearing this, Lin Ping'an, who had always kept a calm face, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

After just a few minutes together, he felt that this law enforcement member was somewhat unreliable.

In short, the behavior is extremely off-line.

Could it be that... these people spend all their energy on martial arts training... so... their brains are degraded if they are not used frequently?

I don’t know if it’s due to assimilation or some other reason.

At this moment, Lin Pingan suddenly had such an idea.

The next moment, he rolled his eyes and saw a drawing board, paper, pen and other tools placed on the passenger seat.

emmmm……

He turned his head and looked at the law enforcement officer Xiao Zhou who was busy working... working... working to the point of enjoying himself.

At this moment, Lin Ping'an's eyes were full of weirdness, and he had an inexplicable urge to take the initiative to complain.

Is there such a possibility?

When you came... you were sitting in the passenger seat...

After glancing twice, he didn't really say the words.

In order to avoid an even weirder situation in the future, Lin Pingan reached in through the window and took out the tools.

Without warning, he picked up the brush and without any explanation, started painting the human face.

His comprehension has been astonishing since he was a child, and coupled with his recent increase in strength, his body muscle control is countless times stronger than before. In a short time, he has finished painting.

five minutes later.

Okay! The painting is done! It's him! Basically there's not much difference!

Lin Pingan put the pen aside and spoke in a relaxed tone.

Hearing this, Xiao Yiyi from the law enforcement team who was still looking for him in the back seat was stunned. After getting out of the back seat, he stared at the drawing board in stunned silence.

Immediately afterwards, a bunch of questions came out of his mouth.

伱...you...where did you find it? Painting...painting...finished? Is the painting finished now?

Oh! My God! The painting is really great! Have you ever studied painting?

Can you teach me? I feel like your painting skills are much higher than mine!

...

It has to be said that sometimes, not only the natural idiots, but also the talkative ones can also suffer from the evil intentions.

What's more, the person in front of me is not only talkative, but also a bit naturally stupid.

By the way, why doesn’t it feel very inconsistent for a male warrior to have these attributes?

At this moment, Lin Pingan fell into rare silence.

After more than ten seconds, he spoke in a stiff tone and changed the subject.

You, captain, have been waiting for so long. Why don't you get down to business first?

After being reminded, law enforcement officer Xiao Zhou suddenly realized.

Yes, yes! I almost forgot about the real thing!

As he spoke, he took out his cell phone to take a photo and forwarded it to the intelligence coordinator at the Martial Arts Association headquarters.

Two minutes later, the phone rang.

Xiao Zhou looked around cautiously as a habit, but when his eyes fell on Lin Pingan.

I don’t know why, but my subconscious suddenly relaxed a little.

This is just an ordinary high school student. Even if he answers the phone in front of the other party, he will be fine and there will be no problems.

At this moment, the Xuan-level skill Hidden Art once again played a huge role and achieved another extraordinary feat.