I don't know what happened to Pei Wende.
Xiaoqing, who was planning to sneak into Pei Wende quietly, encountered an unexpected obstruction as soon as he arrived at the door of Pei's house.
"I really didn't expect that I could encounter a painted skin in a small place like Tanzhou?"
A man who didn't know when he appeared at the door of Pei's house began to mock the young man in green clothes not far away with a disdainful tone.
Judging from his appearance alone, this man's physique is not actually very strong, but combined with his iconic bald head, he has a different kind of fierce aura.
With just one glance, anyone could tell that this man was not easy to mess with.
The young man in green was even more certain that the man who suddenly appeared was not a human being.
"Snake demon!"
It was clearly a question, but the young man in green used an affirmative tone when he spoke.
Monsters can take the form of humans and blend in with the crowd, but some of their characteristics cannot be hidden.
Just like a monster in the form of a snake, its body temperature is several degrees lower than that of a normal human being. This is something that all snake monsters cannot avoid no matter how they transform.
Even so, in the perception of teenagers, this man in the form of a snake demon has still reached a certain level of "perfection".
If it weren't for the young man in green who was also a snake demon in painted skin, it would have been difficult to identify the other party's true identity.
"Huh? You are so well-informed with your little painting!"
His eyes widened in surprise, and the man's originally casual expression suddenly became a little more serious.
Being able to see one's true form at a glance, no matter whether the painted skin at the moment has some kind of celestial vision, it is enough to show that the other party is not simple.
"There are many things you didn't expect..."
With just an understatement and a low murmur, dozens of ferocious evil spirits sprang out from the shadow of the young man in green and pounced crazily on the man not far away.
Ouch!
At this critical moment, the man who realized the danger suddenly took a step forward.
boom!
The trampling of war, like a giant beast bombarding the earth, spread instantly, directly shattering the first evil ghost that rushed forward.
Then the second one, the third one...
boom! boom!
As the cracks under his feet continued to spread, the man did not even take action, and successfully blocked the siege of the evil spirits with just a series of simple kicks.
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"..."
Squinting his eyes slightly, the young man in green who witnessed all this remained silent.
However, more evil spirits emerged from the darkness in all directions, attacking the man crazily as if they had not seen the sacrifice of their kind at all.
And the fact is indeed the case, the young man in Tsing Yi is not a real painter after all.
Those evil ghosts are just clones of its faded green scales, and it doesn't care about the slight consumption.
If you just consume some scales, you can find out the details of this famous monster, it is completely worth it.
It's a pity that some evil ghost clones obviously can't do this.
Because after the man smashed more than a dozen evil ghosts in succession, he realized that it was pointless. He finally stopped holding back and headed straight towards the young man in green like a python coming out of its cage.
boom! boom! boom!
Every kick can leave a huge hole in the ground, and every brief impact will crush more than one evil ghost...
The man who was getting faster and faster suddenly appeared in front of the young man in green in just one breathless effort.
"Kid! Do you think that wheel fighting can consume my energy?!"
The palm as huge as a cattail leaf fan covered the entire field of vision of the young man in green from far to near.
The man was confident that with one strike of his palm, he could turn this desperate painting into a meat pie, and it was the kind of meat pie that would never recover.
"No, I never had that naive idea."
Raising his head lightly, the boy in green clothes moved at this moment.
Tear...
In a flash of lightning, before the man could even react to what happened, he saw a deep scratch appear on his chest.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp claw that had completed its demonic transformation protruded from his side, as if it had the malice and ferocity to claw out his intestines.
"How brave! It's still a painting that's over a hundred years old!"
It was obvious at a glance that this level of demon transformation was definitely not something that ordinary painting could achieve, so the man roared again instead of retreating.
"It depends on whether your claws can hurt your grandfather at all!"
After the alert young man in green realized that something was wrong, he immediately wanted to retract his claws to defend himself, but it was already too late.
A layer of pitch-black scales emerged from the man's body, blocking the fatal claw just in time.
At the same time, the man even did not forget to pat down his palm, but at this moment his palm was covered with ferocious black scales.
Clang!
In an instant, the entire street began to echo with the harsh sound of gold and iron.
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"What a fierce painting! Much more decisive than the one I slapped to death last time!"
The claw marks on his chest began to heal quickly, and the man, who had most of his body covered in black scales, praised loudly.
Because at the critical moment just now, the young man in green, realizing the danger, gave up most of his head and saved his life under the man's slap.
Looking from a distance, I could see that half of the boy in green's head had deflated, but he still maintained a chilling indifference.
"You are much more timid than the snake demon I saw."
The next moment, the deflated head of the young man in green inflated and recovered naturally like a balloon.
When it looked at the man opposite again, the murderous intent in its eyes had revealed its true thoughts at the moment.
"Haha, this is not called timidity, this is called caution!"
Laughing and denying the young man's words, the man emphasized in a bold tone as if he was not the one who had just been injured.
"Without this caution, I would have died on the edge of the West Lake four hundred years ago."
"And it was this caution that allowed me to survive the death of the old dragon in West Lake and achieve my current status."
By this time, the scar on the man's chest had completely healed, and even his slightly wheezing breathing had gradually calmed down.
"But as a mere evil spirit, you are able to hurt me now, which is beyond my expectation."
"But your luck only goes so far..."
"Remember it well, evil spirit!"
"The monster that wants to kill you next is the Lord of West Lake Water - Wulin Water!"
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