Chapter 17 Confrontation

It wasn't that Su Cheng was deliberately provoking and irritating Bibi Dong.

But there is no room for mediation in this matter, the mission will definitely be abandoned, and Bibi Dong will definitely not be willing to agree, so there will naturally be a conflict.

Qian Renxue has already made a decision, and he, the instigator, has no reason to back down.

As for being a fence-sitter and betting on both sides, he never thought about it.

Those who treat others as fools are truly stupid.

People like Wuhundian may have character flaws of one kind or another, and they may not be good at judging people, but their IQs are still online.

It took a lot of effort to quickly get Qian Renxue's favorability points up, and by the way, he also got Qian Daoliu as a gift. He would only come to praise Bibi Dong's stinky feet if he had a bad brain.

Maybe even the one looking at this right now.

And given this woman's character, being groveling might have the opposite effect.

However, he was calm and composed here, while Bibi Dong standing opposite was obviously very angry.

The right hand holding the scepter became harder and harder, and the joints turned slightly white.

"Very good, let's try it."

Bibi Dong snorted coldly, a faint purple light flashed in her eyes, and the pressure from the top powerhouse rushed towards her face, and then continued in an endless stream.

At this time, the air in the hall seemed to have become a weapon in Bibi Dong's hands, solidifying around Su Cheng.

Squeezed by the powerful force, his complexion first turned pale, and then turned bright red.

However, the scary thing is that, except for him, this huge and empty meeting hall was completely unscathed, and even the tea in the cup was undisturbed.

It fully demonstrates what top power control is.

Before he could get used to the pressure, the pressure receded like a tide in an instant.

During this coming and going, Su Cheng felt that his brain was deprived of oxygen for a moment.

After waking up, the surroundings became a completely different scene.

There is no papal palace, and there is no Bibi Dong in front of you.

He was the only one standing alone on a mountain road.

Su Cheng immediately realized that he had fallen into Bibi Dong's illusion, and his heart trembled.

"Then come on!"

In the worship hall, Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo stood side by side.

But unlike last time, there was a beautiful and fragrant blond girl beside Qian Daoliu, it was Qian Renxue.

At this time, a curtain of light unfolded in front of the three people, and what appeared was the scene in the meeting hall of the Pope's Palace.

Su Cheng still underestimated this invincible Angel Douluo. Not to mention observing in secret, he could even broadcast it live.

Of course, this is on the premise that Bibi Dong does not take the initiative to isolate herself.

Obviously there is some kind of tacit understanding between the few people.

"Grandpa, how is the teacher doing now?"

"You'll know just by looking at it."

As Qian Daoliu finished speaking, another light curtain appeared, which was Su Cheng's situation at this moment.

After the scene in front of him changed, Su Cheng suddenly felt that his body seemed to be several times heavier, and his soul power was also firmly suppressed, making him no different from ordinary people.

No, under Bibi Dong's pressure, he was even worse than an ordinary person.

The power of this descendant of Rakshasa God is evident.

But Su Cheng didn't take it seriously.

In his previous life, he had been an ordinary person for more than twenty years, and in this life, he had been a loser for nearly twenty years. He was so used to this feeling.

Looking at the mountain road in front of him, Su Cheng tentatively moved his body slightly.

With one step, the illusion suddenly changed.

What was originally a normal mountain road suddenly turned into an extremely narrow path, with cliffs on both sides that could not be seen to the bottom at a glance.

It is conceivable that if he accidentally fell, even if he would not really fall to his death, he would probably be lying on the ground shivering after leaving this illusion.

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Bibi Dong did not intend to kill him, but she was obviously prepared to humiliate and suppress him.

Constructing this illusion was a little trick she learned from the Rakshasa Divine Examination. To a strong person, it is nothing, but to a soul master like Su Cheng who has insufficient cultivation and insufficient mental strength, this scene is absolutely the same as the real scene.

If an ordinary person stood here, even if they knew it was an illusion, they would not be without fear.

If your mind is slightly confused, your feet will be unstable, and if you are not careful, you will miss the mark.

However, Su Cheng was looking around, sizing up the surrounding scenery, as if he didn't care about the situation at this time.

Bibi Dong's face darkened slightly when he saw this.

In the illusion, a strong wind suddenly rose, blowing Su Cheng's clothes.

"Grandpa, why don't you take action?"

Qian Renxue, who was watching in the worship hall, looked a little nervous.

At this moment, even she, the audience, felt a little weak when looking at this scene, let alone Su Cheng, the person involved.

Qian Daoliu shook his head and refused.

"If I take action now, I will break the tacit understanding between you and your mother, and the gain will outweigh the loss. And don't underestimate this teacher, just look at-"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped talking and said in a surprised and uncertain tone, "What is this kid doing?!"

In the fantasy world, on top of the cliff, the mountain wind blew by, blowing Su Cheng's clothes, and his black hair also fluttered in the wind.

"It's really real." Su Cheng praised softly.

His eyes were calm, looking at the narrow path on the cliff where he was, and suddenly stepped forward.

Bibi Dong looked at Su Cheng who was not only not afraid, but actually dared to move forward, her face changed, "Let's see how long you can last!"

As a result, the road he walked forward gradually narrowed, and the mountain wind became stronger and stronger, and the sound of the wind almost broke his eardrums.

Sweat dripped down his cheeks, it was the pressure of the titled Douluo.

Su Cheng chuckled lightly, didn't care, and continued walking forward.

In the end, it was as if he was walking on a narrow wall that was thousands of feet high. Apart from the howling of the wind, it was difficult to hear other sounds in his ears. On the contrary, the abyss beneath our feet became increasingly clear.

The pressure is increasing, the road is getting narrower, and the wind is getting stronger...

Instead, he walked faster and faster!

finally--

"Ha...haha...there's no point in scaring me. Let's get something real, His Majesty the Pope."

Looking at Bibi Dong so close in front of him, Su Cheng grinned.

He looked extremely embarrassed at this time.

He was breathing heavily, his face was pale, and sweat was pouring down like rain.

This is not scary, but tiring.

Even though there were a lot of illusions just now, they couldn't shake his will even one bit.

Unshakable, he wields his sword boringly regardless of weather conditions, and studying and studying day after day, year after year, has long made his mind as solid as a rock.

However, the pressure is real, and the gap in cultivation lies here.

As he walked forward, it was as if he were walking through wet concrete. If I hadn't insisted on using medicinal baths and silver needles to exercise over the years, I might not have reached this position.

Bibi Dong was no longer as calm as before.

She had already lost this invisible confrontation.

She was forced to take the initiative to unravel the illusion she had created.

Because if he didn't untie it, Su Cheng would be hit in the face.