"What? What? Don't... don't take pictures... don't do that... leave some room for others... so we can meet again in the future!"

At this moment, Song Changkong's expression was a little upset, and he wished he could bury his head in the ground.

Unfortunately, that invisible spiritual force was extremely tenacious, and he could not break free from it with his mere third-grade peak cultivation.

On the other side, the students were holding their mobile phones, taking photos with glee and making sarcastic remarks with smirks on their faces.

"Old Song! Just accept your fate! This is at least a Grandmaster-level expert attacking you. How can you escape with your level of cultivation? You are definitely going to lose face today!"

"That's right...that's right...when you exposed the rumors before, why didn't you think of this day? It's not that I won't take revenge, it's just that the time has come! Stop struggling! Stand at attention when you are beaten."

"Quick, quick, quick... stop talking nonsense... take more pictures... this kind of opportunity is rare!"

"Hehe...you are so mean, but I like it!"

“…”

As they talked and laughed, everyone stood up, without even looking at the head on the ground, and walked away leisurely.

When he saw the apprenticeship scene, Song Changkong’s eyes widened and he shouted loudly.

"Eh? Eh? Oh my gosh! What are you guys doing?"

"I've drawn, I've taken photos, I've played with it all, and you're not going to find a way to get me out? You're leaving now? That's really mean of you!"

"Where is the friendship between the comrades who fought side by side? Where is the friendship between classmates who are members of the same Daxia Academy?"

Hearing this, the students turned around with a grin, put their hands outward, shrugged their shoulders, and answered in a playful tone.

"Old Song, stop it! This is a master's move. Do you think we can break it?"

"That's right! Just accept your fate! After all, he is a strong man from the academy, and he won't kill you."

"I have the will but I am powerless, there is nothing I can do to help!"

"Just keep going, it will pass."

"Bye, see you next time. Get ready to receive the next wave of guests."

“…”

When Song Changkong heard these words, his eyes widened even more. At this moment, he took a deep breath, gasping for air, his tone full of tragedy and grandeur.

"Holy shit! What do you mean by next wave of customers? What the hell did you bastards do?"

For some reason, a bad premonition lingered in my mind.

At the same time, a familiar classmate from the school smiled sinisterly.

"What did you do? Of course, you should give him a taste of his own medicine!"

"Confess here!"

After saying this, he didn't respond and turned around to catch up with the other students who were gradually walking away.

In this remote corner, there was only a head with the Chinese character "龟" and various oil-painted symbols painted all over its face.

More than ten minutes later, several news items appeared on the campus network again.

And the protagonist this time turned out to be Song Changkong, the famous paparazzi in the school.

After each photo was uploaded, it sparked heated discussions among countless new and old students.

"Hahahaha...Oh heaven! Oh earth! Which great being is here to avenge me? Song the paparazzi! You have come to this day!"

"Refreshing! Refreshing! Refreshing! After looking at the photos, I feel like I'm drinking ice water in the dog days of summer!"

"I have saved it. I plan to take it out and recall it from time to time in the future."

"It is said that the guy who was courting death seemed to have been restrained by the Grandmaster and stuffed into the ground."

"Which Grandmaster made the move? Does anyone know?"

"Song Changkong's location has been determined. He is behind the southeast area's actual combat training ground, diagonally opposite. He is still buried! Is there anyone who wants to go and take a look?"

"You have to go! If you don't go and gloat over this kind of situation, it would be a shame for what he did before."

"Let's go together!"

"+1."

“…”

More than 20 minutes later, wave after wave of people appeared. They ran to Song Changkong to observe him as if he were a super rare animal, and even took photos as souvenirs.

During this period, Song Changkong's face became increasingly darker and gloomy, so many freshmen did not dare to get too close to him.

After all, even ridicule or joking requires capital and strength.

Those seniors of the second and third ranks had known each other for at least a year or two, had some friendship, and could withstand a beating.

If it were them, they would be simply courting death!

Daxia Academy, inside the Admissions Office.

Su Changge, who was handling school affairs, twitched his lips slightly. He withdrew the trace of mental energy that was left there to observe and stopped observing.

"I never thought that there would be so many students in the academy who were so unreliable that they would specially go over to watch the show!"

"It seems that I have been too relaxed recently!"

"These guys should be given more responsibilities."

After muttering a few words softly, Su Changge focused most of his attention on the Tiandaokong Network and continued to study the newly emerged martial arts technique.

For a master-level expert with strong mental power, doing three or four things at once is simply basic operation.

It is no problem to handle school affairs, beat people remotely, and learn martial arts at the same time.

The subtle difference lies only in the distinction between primary and secondary!

As time went by, more and more people heard about the new technique "Qianyuan Ranshou Gong" and joined the discussion.

"Horrible! Really horrible! Weird! Really weird!"

"The most evil martial arts method in history has appeared. Use it and you will be ten years younger."

"Ridiculous! This is just nonsense! Why is such a technique being sold? This is an evil technique! It will bring great harm to the human race! I suggest that the technique be banned, and that Warriors of Love be required to withdraw it from sale and apologize in public."

"That's right! That's right! What if I practice it by mistake? Who will be responsible? That's ten years of my life! Don't bring out this imperfect technique and embarrass yourself!"

"This is a rubbish technique, not worth mentioning. Don't buy it, and don't practice it. It's completely harmful."

“…”

For some unknown reason, the wind direction suddenly changed, and a group of accounts that appeared out of nowhere began to leave crazy messages and insults.

The spearhead is directed at the creator of the technique, [Warrior of Love].

Soon, many people were led astray by this rhythm and started cursing and swearing without knowing what was going on.

In this regard, many people have noticed that something is wrong. For various purposes, some have watched from the sidelines, some have investigated secretly, and others have quietly waited for follow-up.

Only a very small number of people spoke out to help and tried to reason, but they were criticized instead and almost exploded with anger.

Daxia, in a secret base in a city.

A group of evil warriors gathered together and knelt on the ground to report the situation.

"Reporting to the Rat Messenger, the investigation into the Warrior of Love is making great progress. The online public opinion has been successfully manipulated. Soon the opponent will be unable to withstand the pressure and will be exposed automatically."

Hearing this, the cult messenger wearing a rat mask above kept scanning with a sinister look.

After a long time, a hoarse voice appeared.

"Ten days, ten days is the limit! If you fail, I will feed you to my little cuties."

"The Divine Religion does not need trash!"

After he finished speaking, the figure disappeared without a trace.

…

In the next few days, public opinion bombarded them every day, and those evil warriors tried their best to avoid becoming the rat's meal.

And at the same time.

Lin Ping'an was unaware of what was happening on the Internet.

Of course, even if he knew, he might not do anything about it.

You can buy it if you want, or practice it if you want.

This is his attitude and view.

Anyway, there are so many leeks all over the mountains that they can’t be harvested all.

Even if you don't want to practice, there are plenty of people who can.

Even if there is no feedback from your practice, there will still be feedback from others.