I run a cram school in the realm of self-cultivation

The spiritual power gathers and circulates on the surface of the fan, and dots of fluorescent light flow across the bones of the fan.Fang He lowered his eyes, and played with the fan in his hand with his slender, fair fingers. At first glance, it looked like white jade.

He stood under the backlight, and the morning sun shone on his face.The expression on his face was very light, like the wind in the verdant mountains and forests.Even though the gleaming golden monk's robe was on him, it still couldn't suppress the coldness between his brows.

When Fang He said this just now, his face was soft and careless.He raised his eyes slightly, his eyes fell on Zhang Feiyang's face accurately, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked:

"Come."

His throat vibrated slightly, and he spoke to Zhang Feiyang silently.

This provocation is the deadliest.

Zhang Feiyang raised his chin, his eyebrows and eyes moved slightly, and the smile on his face instantly disappeared from the corner of his mouth. He tapped on the fan handle and raised it slightly.

People can see a light ink mark on the white fan surface, which gradually becomes darker, as if a pen is swipe and paint on the fan surface.

The ink marks gradually reorganized, and finally formed a light ink-colored lotus flower.The lotus is reflected from the fan, and finally slowly floats in the air.

"I would like to ask Master Zhen Ling to appreciate this lotus."

The lotus flower slowly enlarged in the air, and the light-colored rain and fog lingered around it.The ink color on the lotus faded little by little, and the black ink droplets fell in mid-air, and exploded suddenly at a position very close to Fang He.

Dots of ink beads shot towards Fang He, covering the whole world.Every drop of ink has a mighty momentum, like a prison covering Fang He.

Fang He raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on the ink. He gently closed the fan in his hand, and only slightly moved upward towards the air.

All the ink was stagnant in the air, and Fang He stepped forward calmly. When his footsteps landed, the ink fell from behind him in pieces and hit the ground.

The ground was black.

The ink flowed among the grass, and the green grass turned into ashes in the blink of an eye, and the brown soil was directly exposed to everyone's vision.

No grass grows.

Fang He turned his head slightly, his gaze wandered around the ground behind him, and finally fell on Zhang Feiyang's face.This flying attack is more interesting than he imagined.It's just that he still has problems with the structure of the lotus, and Fang He can easily see through the flaws in it.

His fan seems to be random, but it hits Lianhua's biggest weakness.The spiritual power on the lotus stagnated instantly, which is why Fang He was able to escape this crisis so easily.

Zhang Feiyang is quite capable to be included in the list of Tianjiao.

But even so, Fang He didn't intend to show mercy.He raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes fell on Zhang Feiyang, and he said to the other party with a sigh:

"It turns out that this is the strength of a first-class sect."

"I don't think so. Zhang Feiyang still can't bear the name of a proud man."

While speaking, the fan in his hand flipped slightly, and his spiritual power slowly drew an outline on the fan.Looking at its traces, it looks like a lotus flower.

When the spiritual power was branded, the inspiration suddenly appeared.A lotus flower with very light water marks appeared in the air and slowly circulated in front of everyone.

Everyone found that this lotus was the same as Zhang Feiyang's before, both in shape and structure.

"It's not even possible to really teach Zhang Feiyang how to fight with a fan!"

"Isn't this person a Buddhist cultivator and a formation master? How could he have anything to do with this fan!"

"Why do I feel that this lotus is much more vivid than Zhang Feiyang's just now?"

Zhang Feiyang's expression also became serious, and his eyes were tightly locked on the lotus.Compared with the lotus flower Zhang Feiyang just moved, the lotus flower moved extremely slowly, and the soft petals didn't look like they were aggressive at all.

The forest is extremely quiet, and occasionally there are people whispering.A breeze blew past Zhang Feiyang's clothes and fell on the lotus.

Suddenly, Zhang Feiyang's pupils shrank, and he opened his eyes slightly as if he saw something incredible.

The lotus flower in front of him wobbled towards his direction.

The lotus flower was blown softly by the wind at this moment, and a petal bloomed shyly.The petals open slightly to reveal the pale lotus pod inside.With the blooming of this lotus, the air seems to be filled with a faint fragrance of lotus.

If it weren't for the extremely light water marks, everyone would have almost forgotten that this is a painted lotus flower!

Since it is a painted lotus, how could it be in full bloom, let alone the lotus fragrance.

Zhang Feiyang tightened the fan in his hand, and when the lotus was close to his body, his heart suddenly jumped.His footsteps barely moved to the left, and the lotus flower that was originally extremely slow suddenly accelerated at that moment.

The petals of the lotus are fully bloomed, and each petal has a different posture.In the middle, Lianzi slowly revealed her true face, and flicked towards Zhang Feiyang's face fiercely.

Zhang Feiyang quickly opened the fan and slightly blocked it. The lotus seeds fell hard on his fan, making a not deep and not shallow hole. When he put the fan away, his eyes were serious and fell on Fang He's body , stepped heavily on the ground, and flew towards Fang He.

At this moment, the edge of the fan in his hand was dyed with a layer of gold.The golden edge circulates slightly in the air, and it can easily draw a crack in the air.

Zhang Feiyang felt a sense of crisis in Fang He for the first time, so he decided to strike first.Vast spiritual power circulated on him, and the coercion of the Nascent Soul poured directly on Fang He's head!

He wanted to use his cultivation to suppress Fang He, and almost at this moment, people understood Zhang Feiyang's thoughts.

Zhang Feiyang's cultivation base is the eighth level of Yuanying, and he can step into the ninth level of Yuanying with just one step.There is a gap of one realm between him and the Jindan eighth-level Jinling!

A realm gap!

what does that mean.

This means that no matter how many skills and talents "Shen Ling" has, it is impossible for him to cross the distance of a large realm. After the absolute cultivation base is crushed, the possibility of him winning is greatly reduced, and even...

Almost nothing.

The coercion spread layer by layer, and Fang He could clearly feel that the speed of his hands slowed down.This is not his initiative, but forced.

Nascent Soul wrath, no Jindan stage can bear it.

Fang He watched the scene in front of him quietly. The fan made of spiritual power in his hand could not bear the coercion at this moment, and scattered between heaven and earth.

Fang He didn't hold any weapon in his hand, no matter who saw it, he felt that he was going to die under Zhang Feiyang's fan.Zheng Er's eyes fell on Fang He's body with naked worry, seeing that Fang He had no desire to run away at all, he didn't even get angry.

But run!

This is the voice of almost everyone.

But the expression on Fang He's face was extremely calm, without the slightest fear.There was a gentle breeze blowing Fang He's robe, and he stood like this in the wind. When Zhang Feiyang's fan came towards him, he suddenly raised the corners of his lips and smiled softly.

Fang He smiled sincerely, his eyes narrowed slightly.He raised his head halfway, his fair face looked gentle and harmless under the light.

He opened his mouth and said a few words silently.Zhang Feiyang recognized it leisurely for a while, but found that what he said was——

"Zhang Tianjiao, you haven't seen my sword yet, have you?"

Sword, what sword?

Zhang Feiyang's gaze focused, and his gaze fell on Fang He's hand in an instant. At some point, a sword appeared in his right hand, and his fingers lightly pressed on the hilt, as if he was about to reveal the sword at any time. like.

At this moment, the sound of the sword sounded, and a snow-white sword light pierced through many obstacles, piercing through the mottled light and shadow, and attacked Zhang Feiyang.

With the raising of his sword, a faint smell of blood floated in the air.On his arm, layers of blood bloomed in front of everyone, and the naked eyes could see dense bones.

"This monk is really ridiculous. He even wants to burn jade and stone together and drag Zhang Feiyang to die together." A monk dressed in the costume of a miscellaneous sect disciple stood not far away, looking at everything in front of him, his eyes could not help showing a bit of arrogance and mockery .

"I see, this little monk is probably scared, and he wants to hurt Zhang Tianjiao even if he dies."

"It's really ridiculous."

Some monks who have never entered the land of inheritance whispered to each other and said with disdain.A small golden core stage, let alone Zhang Feiyang, even they can be easily killed.

A monk obviously agreed with this point of view, he raised his arm and touched the taciturn monk beside him and said, "Right, Chen Shiqi, you should think the same way, right?"

The taciturn monk next to him had a young face. If Fang He was standing here, he would definitely be able to recognize this monk as the young monk whose dead brother wanted revenge.

At this moment, Chen Shiqi looked at his friend with a complicated expression, shook his head slightly and said, "That's not necessarily the case, what if there is some miracle!"

"Miracle, how could there be so many miracles!" My friend shook his head and said.

Fang He turned a deaf ear to the surrounding discussions, and his dark eyes revealed extreme calmness.Even though the spiritual power was continuously input into his right arm, he still felt a great resistance preventing the body from healing itself.Yuanying's coercion is rampant, and the spiritual power in his body is completely useless under such circumstances.

Blood dripped onto the ground in patches, but Fang He didn't frown, and his movements were still firm and powerful.

The corner of Chen Feiyang's mouth raised a sneer. In his opinion, Fang He's actions now are nothing more than dying.His body moved forward gently, and the fan drew a horizontal line slightly sideways towards Fang He's neck.And at this moment, Fang He's sword moved slightly to the side by three inches, and just at this moment, Chen Feiyang's figure moved.

The force of the fan made him slightly move three inches to the left, and this time, his figure just bumped into Fang He's sword tip.At this moment, all the spiritual power in Fang He's body fell on his sword.

His sword pierced Chen Feiyang's chest with lightning speed, and a blood hole appeared on Chen Feiyang's chest brightly.The blood spurted out and fell on Fang He's golden robe profusely. A few drops of blood even jumped extremely high and splashed on Fang He's face.

That fair face was stained with a bit of bright red blood, and it was actually a bit more popular.The blood slowly fell down his jaw, across his neck, and dripped on his neckline.

The complacent look on Zhang Feiyang's face hadn't faded away, and a look of panic and uneasiness immediately entered his eyes.He raised his eyes in disbelief and landed on Fang He's body, his figure slowly fell forward, and finally dissipated into the air.

A token fell from mid-air and landed on the ground, making a crisp knocking sound.

Fang He lowered his eyes slightly, he took out a square handkerchief from his storage ring, and wiped the sword in his hand.There was hardly a single piece of his arm intact.But Fang He's movements were extremely steady.The white Fangpa removed the blood from the sword, and the sword regained its light.

He raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the token that fell on the ground.

Fang He raised his foot slightly and walked forward. He bent down and picked up the token.

At this time, no one dared to speak anymore, they watched Fang He's actions silently.Even the disciples of the miscellaneous sect stopped talking, they quietly stepped back a few steps, and their figures disappeared among the crowd.

This monk is ruthless!

Just now they clearly saw that the fan in Zhang Feiyang's hand was not far from the neck of "Zhen Ling".As long as his movements are a few seconds faster, he can be "very clever" one step ahead and kill him.But even at this time, the sword of "Shen Ling" still landed steadily on it!

"He clearly expected Zhang Feiyang's movement and attack trajectory! Even the slight left shift was included in his calculations."

"It's not a coincidence that the sword of the spirit appeared there. Or from the beginning to the end, there is no such thing as a coincidence in the cultivation world!"

There was a chill in people's hearts, even Yu Wulian and Meng Jiaoyang put away their smiles.Strictly speaking, Zhang Feiyang and "Shen Ling" met only for a short moment.But in the process of fighting, "Shen Ling" had already seen through Zhang Feiyang's attack!

This also means that if you don't have the courage to kill "Shining" with one blow, then don't go forward to provoke him!Because maybe the opponent can perfectly calculate your every move after fighting you for a while.

Zhang Feiyang's action just now was as if he was sending it to the tip of the sword.

Everyone's eyes fell on Fang He's body, and the blood on the golden monk's robe dripped down drop by drop. fear!

"Poor." He sighed softly, and the breath in his throat stayed in the air for a second.People saw Fang He sitting cross-legged, he put Zhang Feiyang's token in front of him, he took back his sword just now, and replaced it with a string of Buddhist beads, which were twirling lightly on his wrist , There are words in his mouth.

A golden light suddenly flashed from his body, his voice gradually changed from light to heavy, and finally he recited slowly.People listened carefully, and when they heard what "Shen Ling" said clearly, the expressions on their faces instantly became weird.

"Zhen Ling" was indeed chanting scriptures, but what he was chanting was the Sutra of Rebirth.He clearly regarded Zhang Feiyang as a dead person and was saving him.

Not only that, "Shen Ling" was able to speak slowly.People don't have a deep understanding of Buddhist cultivation, so they can only guess that the golden light just now represents the "extraordinary spirit" and it is considered a merit to save Zhang Feiyang, so the restrictions on him have been reduced.

Some monks who came out of the place of inheritance fell on Fang He. If they remembered correctly, Chen Yu affectionately called Fang He a "living Buddha" at the beginning, but now look at what Fang He did. !

Is this what a Living Buddha should do!

If Zhang Feiyang saw such a scene outside, he would definitely be out of breath.In fact, it was true. When Zhang Feiyang appeared outside with bewildered eyes, he hadn't had time to react at all.When he saw Fang He's actions, the smile on his face could not be maintained at all.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the lord of the miscellaneous sect, and saw that the gaze of the lord of the miscellaneous sect happened to fall on him.The face of the Zongzong Sect Master was full of indifference, he gave Zhang Feiyang a cold look, and his gaze returned to the image again.

Fang He still sat there cross-legged, reciting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.The rhythm of his chanting Buddhist scriptures is very special, with ups and downs and strange tones.When he finished reading the three scriptures, people inexplicably felt that the bloody smell in the air had faded a lot.

Fang He stood up again, picked up Zhang Feiyang's token and the token in his hand.The two tokens were handed over to each other, and all the spiritual points on them were transferred to the token in Fang He's hand.

With a "boom", the token in Fang He's hand burst into a sky-high light.A few lines of words flashed on the ray of light, and then were easily wiped away.

Eight thousand 580 three.

When this number appeared in the air, everyone's breath was slightly suffocated.Yu Wulian was the first to react, his eyes withdrew from his mouth, fell on Fang He and said:

"Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Spirit, the reaction of this token represents that Fellow Daoist Spirit has created the best result in this secret realm."

Eight thousand five eighty three, which means that at this moment, one-fifth of the spiritual points in this Shengling secret realm are in Fang He's hands.This number has become extremely terrifying.

Yu Wulian pondered for a moment, then he glanced at the numerical value in the air and said, "In that case, then I will come to help Fellow Daoist Spirit."

After saying this, his token flew into the air, and five hundred spiritual points instantly fell onto Fang He's token.

In an instant, the number in mid-air changed upwards, jumping directly to nine thousand.

Yu Wulian is obviously trying to sell to "Shen Ling"!

This made the monk who had just been rested on his neck by Yu Wulian's sword shrank his neck, and complained a few words in a low voice, which was quite generous at this time.In the past, they refused to keep any spirit crystals for them, saying that if they took half, they would be half.

At the moment when Yu Wulian moved, Meng Jiaoyang lazily raised his hand and said: "Since the first-class sect welcomes a new sect, it is natural to welcome it warmly."

With a light swipe of his finger on the token, hundreds of spirit points were input into the air.Following the actions of these arrogances, other monks immediately understood.

This is clearly an opportunity to make friends with Tianjizong.

Like some first-class sects, there will always be some subsidiary sects beside them.Most of these affiliated sects are second-rate and superior sects, and the resources they enjoy are better than ordinary second-rate and superior sects, and the quality of their disciples is naturally excellent.

However, the number of affiliated sects of each first-class sect is limited, and it has never changed in the past.But now, the Tianji sect to which "Shen Ling" belongs has jumped from a third-rate sect to a first-rate sect, so there are still several subordinate sect positions waiting for them to compete!

Almost in the blink of an eye, the number in Fang He's token turned into more than 1 spiritual points.After it, Yu Wulian's and Meng Jiaoyang's spiritual points are all four-digit numbers starting with two or three.

The current record may not be broken in the next thousand years!

Fang He raised the corners of his mouth. Holding the token in his palm, he raised his feet and walked towards a door suspended in the air.Zheng Er, who was next to him, saw it and hurriedly followed, and the figures of the two disappeared in the Shengling Secret Realm in an instant.

As soon as Fang He's figure appeared out of the image, he felt countless spiritual senses and eyes betting on him.And there was a spiritual sense with great malice, Fang He immediately noticed something, looked towards this gaze, and formed a gaze with the gaze of the Zongzong Sect Master.

Before the lord of Miscellaneous Sect made a fierce expression, Fang He calmly withdrew his eyes and walked towards Tianji Sect.Zu He, Yu Juncheng, and Yan Duo stood up from their seats a long time ago and waved in Fang He's direction. The expressions on the faces of the three were extremely excited.Even Mo Jitian stood up from his seat when Fang He approached.

She reached out and hugged Fang He, patted his shoulder and said, "Thank you."

With [-] spiritual points, it is inevitable for Tianjizong to become a first-class sect!

Fang He is the only one who can achieve this step in the past thousand years.

When Fang He took his seat, the people in the image walked over one by one.The miscellaneous sect's disciples were particularly miserable. They were jointly targeted by the other seven first-class sects, and they even appeared on the rankings with a zero record.

Fang He was a little surprised at first, but after thinking about it, he felt that this was normal.After all, it is inevitable for the Tianji Sect to occupy the quota of a first-class sect. In this case, which sect among the eight major sects will descend is a matter for them to discuss.

But now, Zhang Feiyang of Miscellaneous Sect was eliminated by Fang He.Naturally, the disciples of the other seven sects would not give them a chance to make a comeback, they were much more ruthless than Fang He.

Make them a third-rate sect directly.

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help looking in the direction of the Sect Master, but saw that his face was calm and his eyes were calm, as if he didn't care about the current record.

Seeing that everyone in Shengling Secret Realm came out of the door, Daozong Sect Master stood up from his seat. With a wave of his sleeve robe, the nine images were directly immersed in his sleeve robe.

He raised his voice and said: "This Wanzong Grand Meeting has come to a successful conclusion, and the results have appeared on this ranking list for everyone to check. If you have any objections, please correct me."

"Now, I declare that the Tianji Sect, a third-rate sect, and Zhenling are ranked first."

When he said this, he paused for a while, seeing that no one had any doubts, he said luckily, "Then next, Yu Wulian..."

Sect Master Dao Sect's voice hadn't finished yet, when the Sect Master Miscellaneous Sect sitting beside him spoke.Although his voice was soft, it reached everyone's ears very clearly:

"The old man has doubts."

The lord of Miscellaneous Sect directly pierced through the crowd and landed on Fang He. His tone was aggressive, and he said to Fang He:

"I have something to ask my friend, where do you get so many colorless spirit crystals in your hand?"

"You know, the spiritual veins where the colorless spirit crystals are located may not be found anywhere in the second heaven. Although there are colorless spirit crystals in the world, they are really not many. The old man read correctly just now , Xiaoyou brought out thousands of colorless spirit crystals."

"Then, I dare to ask my little friend, where did your colorless spirit crystal come from!" The voice of the Miscellaneous Sect Master's voice echoed in everyone's ears, deafening.

People followed his train of thought and suddenly realized this matter.

Yup!

Just now "Very Spirit" took out a lot of colorless spirit crystals in the secret realm, where did these colorless spirit crystals come from.

A trace of speculation could not help but emerge in the hearts of everyone.The master of the miscellaneous sect seemed to be considering his words, and he said in a low and slow voice:

"If the old man's guess is correct, the name of the cultivator at the Golden Core stage, Fellow Daoist Spirit, should be changed to Fang He."

When these words came out, there was an exclamation from the crowd.The head of the Miscellaneous Sect didn't seem to notice, his eyes flicked across the faces of Yu Juncheng, Yan Duo, and Zu He bit by bit.

"And Cheng Jun next to Fang Xiaoyou is Yu Juncheng, and Yan Yu is Yan Duo. As for Zuhe..." The voice of the Zongzong Patriarch paused, and he said firmly, "It must be luck."

Zu He opened his eyes wide:? ? ?

what happened!