Chapter 30: "Hidden Art" Strange Special Effects, with Subconscious Influence

Chapter 30: The weird special effects of "Hidden Jue" have their own subconscious influence. The sixth brother Lin Pingan has made arrangements in advance.

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

For warriors of the sixth rank and below, it is effective. The lower the cultivation level, the better the effect.

And it has a long-term effect, which belongs to the subconscious hidden influence.

Unless the practitioner of the skill no longer uses the hidden Jue in front of the affected target, it will break the original stereotype and re-establish a new image positioning.

It can be called a must-have for the sixth brother.

This is also the reason why Lin Pingan did not choose to upload it immediately after creating "Hidden Jue".

After all, relatively speaking, the effect is too practical. If others learn it and let him get cheated, it will be bad.

The fewer creatures like the sixth brother, the better.

Lin Pingan does not intend to guard against others pretending to be pigs and eating tigers.

At least, the Xuan-level completed version will not be released at this stage. It is still possible to weaken the simplified version that is not so effective.

Of course, when they become strong and fearless of any conspiracy, they may have different ideas.

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

"Okay! Go home obediently! Don't run around in the future!"

"You are lucky this time, but it may not be the case next time!" "Tianyang City may be restless recently! Be careful!"

In response, Lin Pingan nodded calmly and pretended to remember something.

"Although I don't remember the appearance of the person who attacked, I saw the original appearance of the cultist who was killed. Do you need me to draw it in full?"

Hearing this, the law enforcement captain was overjoyed.

You know, the headless body was chopped into countless pieces, and no identity characteristics could be found at all.

And the only intact head was completely transformed into a tiger head, and the original appearance could not be seen at all.

In addition, after investigation, all the surveillance was destroyed, which made the identity of the cultist even more mysterious.

As for other witnesses, it is not that there are none.

But either they are unconscious or escaped.

In a short period of time, it is impossible to find a suitable person to identify the identity.

Now, suddenly hearing this speech is like a timely help.

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

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

"Take this little classmate to do a facial portrait over there. After that, remember to check the identity information of the cultist on the Internet and come to report quickly."

"The highest work should be completed before the president arrives."

Hearing this, Lin Ping'an did not refute anything, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then left.

One of the purposes of staying before was to wait for the law enforcement team to come and take notes.

In this way, not to mention completely erasing the suspicion on him, but also avoiding the law enforcement team to go to him specifically to ask, saving a lot of trouble.

The second is to use the power of the martial arts association to obtain the identity information of the attacker.

After all, the appearance of cultists often represents trouble.

And they came specifically for him.

Although he has killed him, he has not figured out the purpose, identity, and reason for the attack.

For a qualified old six, intelligence is extremely important.

Since he is not able to find it himself, he will let others find it and get a copy at the same time.

This is the best way to deal with it.

Thirdly, Lin Pingan also wants to use this to gain more development time.

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

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

After all, the so-called third-grade uncle can be killed at will for him now.

But the cultists are different. These human traitors have a lot of power behind them.

For many years, they have been stirring up trouble in various cities in Daxia and have never been completely wiped out.

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

This time the fourth-grade cultists attacked, then next time, who knows what kind of strong man will come.

Therefore, actively providing help and giving information, allowing the martial arts association to take the lead and 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 brought him to the car.

"Wait a minute! I'll look for the jigsaw puzzle paper and pencil tools! Wait a minute..."

After saying this, he got into the car and kept searching.

A few minutes later.

"Huh? Where is it? Where did it go? I remember bringing it with me! Why can't I find it?"

"I clearly brought it with me, and I clearly remembered putting it on the seat before leaving. How come it disappeared?"

Hearing this, Lin Pingan, who had always kept a calm face, couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

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

In short, his behavior was extremely off the line.

Could it be that... these people used all their energy to practice martial arts... so... their brains were not used often and degenerated?

I don't know if it was assimilation or some other reason.

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

The next moment, he glanced and saw the drawing board, paper, pen and other tools on the co-pilot seat.

emmmm...

Turning his head, he looked at the law enforcement officer Xiao Zhou who was busy...busy...busy and having a lot of fun in the back.

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

Is there such a possibility?

When you came... you were sitting in the co-pilot seat...

After glancing twice, he didn't really say that.

In order to avoid more bizarre situations, Lin Pingan reached in through the window and took out the tools.

Without reminding, he held the brush and started to draw the face without saying anything.

He had an amazing understanding since he was a child, and with the recent increase in strength, his body muscle control was many times stronger than before. In a short while, he had finished the painting.

Five minutes later.

"Okay! It's done! It's him! There's basically no big difference!"

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

Hearing this, Xiao Zhou, who was still looking for him in the back seat, was stunned. After getting out of the back seat, he looked at the drawing board in amazement.

Then, he blurted out a bunch of questions.

"You...you...where did you find it? Draw...draw...finished? Finished already?"

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

"Can you teach me? I feel that your painting skills are much better than mine!"

"..."

It has to be said that sometimes, not only the natural and stupid can overcome the evil, but also the chatterbox can overcome the evil.

What's more, the man in front of him is not only chatterbox, but also a bit of a natural and stupid.

By the way, why does a male warrior have these attributes, don't you think it's very inconsistent?

At this moment, Lin Pingan fell into silence for a rare time.

After more than ten seconds, he changed the subject with a stiff tone.

"Your captain has been waiting for so long, don't you want to get down to business first?"

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

"Yes, yes, yes! I almost forgot about business!"

As he said, he took out his mobile phone to take a photo and forwarded it to the intelligence liaison at the headquarters of the Martial Arts Association.

Two minutes later, the phone rang.

Xiao Zhou habitually looked around vigilantly, but when his eyes fell on Lin Pingan.

For some reason, his subconscious mind suddenly relaxed a little.

This was just an ordinary high school student. Even if he answered the phone in front of the other party, it would be fine. There would be no problem.

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