I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 178 Meeting ()

"Wait!" He Si raised her hand to stop, "I remember you said that you hate everyone in the world who is indiscriminate for your own good..."

"Even now, do you still want to wake me up by driving a wedge between me and my father?"

"No, I'm just saying that your choice is not your own decision. Since your father has given everything for you, doesn't he deserve a good farewell?"

"So, what about me?" Yan Yan looked at He Si coldly, "You have been avoiding this problem. After this farewell, I will lose control of my body step by step in a conscious state, and watch helplessly Walking towards the inevitable death, He Si, have you ever thought about me? "

A pitch-black pen appeared out of thin air in Yan Yan's hand. He Si instinctively took a step back, closing the distance between her and her teammates. Her whole body tensed up. Fan Yu also arched his body unconsciously. After the slap just now, he could no longer ignore the ability of words, and his right hand habitually reached for his dagger.

"Are you ready to take action?" Yan Yan raised his hand upon seeing this, and the black pen solemnly scratched through the air. A few golden traces that were not easy to detect flashed away, as if there were shallow ripples in the air.

Fan Yu naturally noticed the ripples. He didn't know Yan Yan's attack method yet, but he was vaguely aware of the oppressive feeling that filled the entire space. His eyes also shifted to the pen in Yan Yan's hand - it was clearly a few days before he entered the illusion. What people are discussing is Guanyin sitting upside down. Why did it become a pen?

There were too many things that didn't come together in time, Fan Yu thought. Qin Jian failed to synchronize the information about the battle with Yan Yan to him, and he didn't have time to tell Qin Jian the investigation information about Yan Yan. His thoughts were mixed, and Fan Yu always felt that he had overlooked some important things, but the sudden changes and crises around him made his hair stand on end. He finally calmed down and wanted to think deeply, but found that the familiar cold and hard touch in his palm had changed. The dagger that had been used for many years turned into a piece of gummy candy, hanging slumped to the ground.

"This is it?" Fan Yu looked at the soft object in his hand and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"What the hell?" Fan Yu complained, not daring to take a hard hit. He turned sideways in the sinking direction and moved his right foot backwards in a semicircle. But this time, he did not let the heavy object pass by him. Instead, when the cold black color came directly in front of him, he decisively stretched out his palm, and immediately stopped when his palm approached the object, as if It was holding the object, but it seemed to be just holding a gust of wind.

"It makes sense, pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Fan Yu said, his body still swaying with the flow of water like a water plant, slowly guiding the out-of-control power, spinning while looking for balance. When the palm of his hand reached the top of the inkstone for the third time, Fan Yu's originally relaxed arms suddenly exerted force and struck down hard. This time, it was no longer a guide, but a complete confrontation, and the black inkstone was instantly relieved of the offensive, fell helplessly, rolled on the ground a few times, and unexpectedly returned to Yan Yan's feet.

"It feels pretty good." Yan Yan also twitched the corner of his mouth, but the smile did not reach his eyes, and then the dark pen in his hand cut through the air again.

At this point, although Fan Yu still couldn't fully understand Yanyan's ability in the dream, he had guessed her attack mechanism to be almost certain, and naturally would not let her continue to rewrite the plot. But Yanyan was very familiar with the dream. Before Fan Yu took a step forward, an ink bottle flew out of thin air. He sank his right shoulder and barely avoided it. Before he could catch his breath, a dark square object hit him in the face with a thunderous force, and the texture looked very hard.

"I'm sorry." Fan Yu said and stepped forward, aiming directly at Yan Yan's wrist.

His palms did not confront the heavy object head-on, but just brushed softly under the air that was compressed to the extreme. His shoulders and elbows stretched and contracted, and his legs opened and closed accordingly, drawing a circle around the attacking object. A picture of Yin Yang and Bagua. Following this movement, the speed of the foreign object's attack slowed down significantly. Fan Yu raised his brows and finally saw that the object in front of him was actually an inkstone.

After switching between offense and defense, Fan Yu estimated that there were still five steps left between him and Yanyan. With the speed just now, there would be at most two more attacks. He retracted his arm and accelerated forward, his eyes fixed on the pen in Yanyan's hand, ready to welcome the incoming foreign object at any time.

"You did provide me with inspiration."

Along with Yan Yan's voice, there was also the sound of breaking through the air. Fan Yu looked up and found that what hit him this time was actually a piece of paper. Although the paper was light and soft, it was thin and sharp and could hurt people invisible. Fan Yu did not dare to take it lightly. He concentrated on watching the flying trajectory of the paper, but did not think about his foot slipping. "No, I've fallen into a trap!" He realized that he had stepped on something, but before he could lower his head to check, Fan Yu's body had fallen backwards. Just as the back of his head was about to hit the ground, suddenly a very resilient force held his hands. Fan Yu didn't have time to study carefully, so he instinctively used the force of a carp to lift himself upright, and then he realized that the culprit that almost caused him to slip was also a piece of paper, and what was wrapped around his wrist was actually He Si's silk thread.

"Hey, when did little He Si have this ability?"

"To prevent you from making a mistake."

"Little He Si is still considerate," Fan Yu said and stopped moving forward. Instead, he complained to Yan Yan, "Great writer, you see that you have launched three rounds of attacks with such skill, but my teammates and I have been holding back. , is it too much?”

"Excessive? Just because you can't touch me now, are you starting to kidnap me morally?"

As Yan Yan spoke, her pen moved faster, and the golden thread completely entangled the air, turning into a mist penetrated by the morning light, and around her, countless pieces of paper flew up.

Before Fan Yu could move, the piece of paper was suddenly penetrated. Only then did he realize that the air around him had condensed into a series of transparent sharp knives, confronting the paper in the sky.

"What is this?" Fan Yu's eyes swept over He Si and Qin Jian, and finally landed on the black bird hovering in the air. He couldn't help but admire, "Hey, after not seeing each other for a day, Xiaojiu has grown up. !”

Xiaojiu held his head high, his eyes filled with contentment.

"Enough!" After several consecutive offensives were restrained, there were signs of hysteria in her words. She held the pen tighter, and golden color flowed from the tip of the pen like a waterfall. The air almost boiled with her movements, and the paper also It seems to have the reflection of metal in an instant.

"That's enough." Qin Jian, who had been motionless, finally moved. Before Fan Yu could see his movement clearly, he saw a black swarm rushing towards the gold at the end of his words. If you look closely, you will see that they are Chinese characters. They are all Chinese characters. Big is wrapped around small, strong is wrapped around weak, good is wrapped around evil. Black ink marks wrap up the thin golden fonts one by one, and then strangle them quickly - what is happening in front of you is actually a... A battle of Chinese characters.

"Educated and handsome!" Fan Yu couldn't help but praise. A crisp ding-dong sound came from his ears at the right time, and all the metal pieces fell to the ground.

"Why? Why!" Yan Yan looked at his hands and murmured with absent-minded eyes.

"Chinese characters are supposed to be broad, profound, and full of possibilities, but you just want to drive them to hurt people. How can you win?"

"We've come this far. I didn't expect to lose. It's okay, just rest here." Yan Yan said, turning the pen in his hand over and thrusting it into his throat without hesitation.

"Wait!" At the critical moment, Fan Yu finally remembered what he had overlooked. He ignored the mess on the ground, threw the dagger that had turned into a gummy candy in his hand, and shouted urgently, "After chatting for so long, I suddenly thought One thing comes to mind, you don’t have ALS!”