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

As a teacher, it is natural to treat students equally.

What's more, this child is not simple.

Fang He raised his brows and eyes slightly, and a thoughtful flash of thought flashed in his eyes.If he guessed correctly, this child, he has already been able to use part of his physique to avoid danger, and even turn danger into a sharp weapon.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Fang He pondered for a moment, and a little thought flashed in his eyes.

This made the other monks couldn't help shouting:

"Master Fang, is this comprehension cram school really so magical? Tell me about it."

"Why have I never heard of the existence of this cram school? Could it be that you are just talking nonsense?"

"In my opinion, everything in the world can be known? I am afraid that even the great powers in the tribulation period do not have this ability. If the monk who founded this cram school is more powerful than the great power in the tribulation period, how could he appear in the first place?" Three Heavens?"

"I see, most of this cram school is fake."

Whispering voices echoed in the world, Fang He slightly raised his eyebrows, and looked towards Dao Mei.In the eyes full of doubts and uncertainties, only Dao Mei looked at Fang He firmly, his eyes were full of persistence, and he would not give up until he reached his goal.

Seeing such gazes, Fang He's heart softened. He sighed and said slowly:

"There is indeed a cram school for comprehension, but the poor monk doesn't know where it is. Wherever it is needed, it will appear there. It has always been elusive. It's just..."

"It has a special requirement."

"What request?" Dao Mei asked in a deep voice, his eyes were clear, and his expression revealed determination.

Fang He said sadly: "Spiritual crystals. There are many, many spiritual crystals."

Dao Mei's face darkened slightly, and he nodded thoughtfully.At this moment, a scream sounded in everyone's ears. They looked over in surprise and saw a monk staring blankly at his chest. There was a big hole in his chest. Blood flowed out of it, he turned his head in disbelief, and saw a monk beside him slowly withdrawing his hand.

"Don't blame me, who told you that you were unprepared." The monk glanced past Chao Wei and Dao Mei, and looked straight at Fang He, his eyes full of malice.

The scream seemed to kick off the massacre.More and more monks began to fight. The first and second people in the assessment point were more difficult to provoke than the other, and the only monk with the least number of people on the platform turned out to be Li Wansheng, and the situation reached a deadlock.

Then, the only thing they can do is to get assessment points from other monks as much as possible.

The situation became more and more chaotic.

He Sanxi and the others were also attacked. Many people saw that their clothes were unfamiliar, so they attacked them.He Sanxi raised his saber slightly, attacking the person with the saber, and attacked the person next to him at a very fast speed.

Boom, boom, boom.

Three muffled saber sounds exploded in the air, and one after another momentum echoed in the air. Some cultivators from the third heaven were unable to dodge in time, with knife marks all over their bodies, and their bodies immediately became bloody.

He Sanxi pressed the knife to his chest, and shouted to the people around him: "Cultivators from the small world, come to me and gather here, let's kill them together!"

Hearing He Sanxi's call, coupled with the check and balance of his strength, many people moved towards him.All of a sudden, a small group formed in He Sanxi's place.The damage they caused was also huge, and many people died under their swords. This made the people of the third heaven couldn't help but feel moved, and stood together with the disciples of their respective sects.

Li Wansheng's fellow clan disciple followed the chaotic crowd and came behind Li Wansheng. Li Wansheng looked at the scene in front of him with a calm expression. He seemed to have suddenly thought of something and looked in Fang He's direction.

There was no one around Fang He, his eyes fell peacefully on the crowd, and a little pity could be seen in his expression.The rich blood energy fluttered in the air, and even the weather faintly turned light red, and even the mountain mist that dispersed at an unknown time was faintly stained with blood at this moment.

However, I don't know if it was Li Wansheng's illusion. When the rich blood color fluttered around Fang He, the monk's robe on his body was shining with golden light, directly throwing out the light red mountain mist.

It even seemed to be a matter of angle, he saw a faint golden light in Fang He's eyes.

The golden light flashed by, making him suspect that it was his hallucination.

In fact, this is not Li Wansheng's illusion.

Fang He raised his eyes slightly, and he looked around. With the thickening of blood, he could clearly see lines appearing in his field of vision one by one, from the faintly visible at the beginning to the clear and perceptible now .

Different from the parallel golden and red causal lines before, what is presented to Fang He at this moment is a single red.Each of these lines will have a corresponding monk, and some even have more than one.

Thinking of this, Fang He's eyes fell on a monk.That monk was the one who attacked at the very beginning, before everyone could react.There are countless red threads wrapped around his body, completely covering his face.

As he raised and lowered the knife, every time he killed a person, the red thread on his body would become thicker, and even a thin red thread would be pulled out at the end of the red thread.

Fang He's eyes moved away from him, and then fell on another monk, and the answer he got was the same.This made Fang He lower his eyes thoughtfully. It seemed that the meaning of the red line was murder, or a bad sin.

The thicker the blood energy, the clearer the outline of the red lines, and the clearer he will see these red lines.

But what are these red lines for?

Fang He closed his eyes slightly, and his spiritual consciousness spread out.Sure enough, those red lines appeared in his brain in a criss-cross pattern.

Fang He searched the crowd, and found the monk who took the lead just now.He didn't forget that the cultivator's hostility towards him just now, coupled with the fact that he had the most balls of red thread on everyone's body, it was just right to use him for the experiment.

Thinking in this way, Fang He tentatively covered the red thread balls with spiritual consciousness.As soon as the spiritual consciousness covered it, he felt a thick blood eroding towards his spiritual consciousness.

The monstrous waves of blood rushed towards Fang He's spiritual consciousness.Fang He was keenly aware of the murderous intent covered by the blood wave, and he quickly pulled out his spiritual consciousness, but even so, he lost a small part of his spiritual consciousness.

This small loss of spiritual consciousness made Fang He's face slightly pale.But fortunately, the contact with the spiritual consciousness just now caused a small section of red thread to be brought out from the red thread ball.It seemed to be looking for something, and finally swam towards a platform not far away.

Fang He watched as the red thread went around the platform again and again. Under the platform, the red thread was tangled and tight.

What's the situation?

Fang He opened his eyes in surprise, and his eyes fell on the platform in his memory.Surrounded by thick blood energy, he saw that the platform was indeed entwined with dense red threads as he had seen with his spiritual sense.

Fang He waited for a few breaths, only to see that the movement of the red thread winding slowed down, and finally came to a standstill.Fang He could clearly feel that a lot of blood mist was absorbed by the red thread, and the color of the red thread became fuller and more vivid.

Fang He stared there for too long, which made Li Wansheng set his eyes on the platform curiously.It was a relatively remote platform, and there were not many monks around.

There were some mottled blood stains on the platform, and the blood on it stayed in the air for a long time, faintly turning black and drying.

The platform that Li Wansheng recognized, the person who was the first to be attacked just now, is the monk of this numbered platform.

It's just... what is Fang He doing looking at this?

As soon as this doubt appeared in Li Wansheng's mind, the next second, he saw a monk being hit by the aftermath of the battle, and his whole body was thrown high into the air, hitting the platform. He had no time to move himself With the spiritual power on his body, the back of his head hit the hard platform like this.

He passed out completely, and the blood flowed from his black hair and stained the skirt of his clothes.Because of this shock, his face turned towards Li Wansheng.

The unfamiliar face, the lips were a little pale due to blood loss, but there was a bit of familiarity in the brows and eyes, but Li Wansheng took a rough look, then turned his head indifferently.

He didn't know this monk. The reason why he was familiar was probably because he had met him once or twice.

and many more……

Li Wansheng suddenly thought of something, he raised his eyes quickly, and his eyes fell on the fallen monk again, after a few glances, he finally knew why he looked familiar!

Because this cultivator was the one who just took the lead in attacking others.

Is it a coincidence?

The monk who took the lead in attacking others finally fell under the platform of the person he killed.

Perhaps without Fang He's gaze, Li Wansheng would think it was a coincidence, but at this moment... his eyes fell on Fang He's face, looking at his calm face, he suddenly became a little uncertain.

He was sure that Fang He had seen everything he saw.

Perhaps, what happened just now may have been expected by Fang He.

Fang He licked his lips, his heart was beating fast at this moment.As the monk's breathing gradually weakened, the red thread on his body seemed to have completed his mission. The blood red color was slowly fading, and then slowly turned into a faint light spot, dissipating in the sky and the earth.

There was only a small section of red line, which did not fade with the other red lines and turned into a spot of light. Instead, it was dyed a bit of gold from the beginning to the end, and slowly drifted towards Fang He's direction, and finally followed Fang He's Right hand, wrapped around his little finger.

This is the only line that Fang He can see on himself.

He lowered his eyes, and he reached out his left hand to touch the little finger of his right hand.He could clearly see a piece of gold thread wrapped around his little finger, but his fingers couldn't touch it, as if there was nothing on the thumb.

Fang He touched his little finger with his fingertips while thinking.This golden thread, no matter in terms of length or thickness, is exactly the same as the red thread pulled out by his spiritual sense.

If he didn't guess wrong, it was just an introduction that he used his spiritual sense to pull out this red thread.The red thread was originally the cause to the monk, and the death of the monk under the platform was the result.

Causality is realized, causing the red thread to dissipate.

And as an introduction, he caused a causal offset, and this golden thread became his reward.

I just don't know what the gold thread is for.

Fang He looked at the golden thread for a while, but did not come to any conclusion.On the contrary, in a short period of time, it is impossible for him to use his spiritual sense to touch these red lines. The harm caused by the red lines to him is too great. As expected, such things as cause and effect, with his current cultivation level and insights, still can't be much. touched.

Just as Fang He was thinking, the battle was coming to an end.There are more and more platforms appearing in front of everyone, but the number of people standing on each platform is getting smaller and smaller.Fang He took a rough look, and now there are only four or five hundred people.

Compared with Fang He and Li Wansheng, the monks who had experienced a fight were covered in blood.They were in groups of three or five, looking around vigilantly, especially when they fell on Fang He and the others.

"The time is almost up. Instead of competing with us, you should use this assessment point to improve your blood." Li Wansheng said nonchalantly, "You know, your real enemy is not us, but those mid-level talents."

"In this situation, most people are qualified to challenge like those mid-level talents, aren't they?"

Li Wansheng's words were light and light, but they shocked most people's hearts.

They looked around and realized that the total number of surviving people was only four to five hundred people, but there were three hundred people who could challenge like the middle-level Tianjiao.This also means that most of the people here are qualified and have the opportunity to become a middle-level talent.

The reason why they want to obtain the assessment point is to win this qualification.

They communicated with their companions, estimated that their assessment points could be among the top [-], and then quickly found an unowned assessment point and exchanged it for blood energy.

Li Wansheng was right. Now that they have achieved this goal, it doesn't matter who has the most assessment points.

While it's still early, what they need most now is to improve their own strength, that's all.

After being reminded by Li Wansheng, most people calmed down.They found the unowned platform one after another, and practiced cross-legged. Countless blood lines emerged on the platform, and the rich blood slowly flowed into the monks' bodies, washing their bodies.

Such a scene made some monks with few assessment points breathe a sigh of relief.Under such a fierce battle just now, they exhausted all their strengths to barely save their lives.Now, such a scene made their eyes flash with a bit of rejoicing.

In the fierce battle with so many people just now, none of them were able to get many assessment points.Not to mention, he was going to fight against the middle-level Tianjiao who was more powerful than these people, and he was afraid that he would be beaten to the ground just by meeting him.

These monks who have not entered the top [-] still have self-knowledge about themselves.Most of them are monks from the small world.After seeing the demeanor of the inferior Tianjiao and the endless tricks, their spirits were lifted, and there was a bit of longing in their eyes.

They think that their talents are not bad, as long as they can survive in the third heaven, they can learn the more subtle Taoism of the third heaven, and strive to break through to the fifth level of Nascent Soul.

Perhaps, they are more talented than these inferior Tianjiao!

The scene fell silent for a while, and everyone sat there cross-legged, adjusting the spiritual power in their bodies.

The air circulated slowly, and the breeze blew past, the bloody smell in the air became much lighter.Fang He watched as the red line in his field of vision slowly faded step by step, and finally disappeared between the sky and the earth.

Obviously, the condition triggered by these red lines is the strong smell of blood.It's just that such situations are too rare, and Fang He has never encountered them before.

He turned his eyes away from the crowd, stood on the platform, and checked the assessment point.

The cultivator who fell to his death just now had his assessment points counted by Tiandao on Fang He. At this moment, Fang He has more than 600 assessment points.With so many assessment points, it was enough for him to enter the top three hundred.

As for the blood...

He could feel that his meridians had been strengthened to a certain limit. After all, the body of the Nascent Soul had a limit to the blood energy it could carry. After two baptisms of blood energy, he had already reached the limit.

Fang He sat down cross-legged, absorbing the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth, and when the time was almost up, he slowly opened his eyes.At this moment, the twilight is falling, and the forest has become extremely quiet, only the whirling of leaves can be heard in everyone's ears.

The time is almost up.

At this moment, most people opened their eyes, waiting patiently for the end of the assessment.

Suddenly, a beam of light lit up on each platform, and the white beam of light flashed in front of everyone, and reflected directly towards the sky. At this time, the dark forest seemed to be lit up, and the whole The world is like day.

"Finally going to the third heaven!" Some monks from the small world couldn't help crying with joy, their eyes full of hope for the future.

They had no idea that they would survive.They spent a few days in the dark in this forest - being chased and killed by the monks of the third heaven, deceived and betrayed by others.

All the things that have never been encountered in the small world are being nakedly performed on them at this moment.

At this moment, such disastrous days are coming to an end, and what awaits them is a bright future.

On the third day, they are here!

The beam of light rose slowly from people's bodies, and a warm feeling spread all over their bodies. At this moment, the voice of heaven rang in their ears, and it seemed that the coldness had receded a bit, and it had brought a bit of warmth.

"Congratulations, you have successfully passed the assessment. The current assessment point is 680 points, and you are ranked No. 80 among the monks in the assessment. You have successfully obtained the qualification and can challenge the middle-level arrogance."

At the same time, such voices resounded in the ears of many people.

After the extremely strong light dissipated, Fang He slightly opened his eyes. At this moment, he came to an extremely empty place, and the rich spiritual energy enveloped his body. His pores were wide open. Even if he did not use the spiritual power, he could still Feel the spiritual power in the body grow and increase bit by bit.

Fang He opened his eyes slightly, and saw that there were crowds of people, and the surrounding atmosphere was very lively. Looking around, he could see some familiar faces.

Suddenly, a figure pushed away the surrounding people and stood in front of Fang He.Dao Mei's eyes fell on Fang He quietly, and asked him:

"Do you have any other clues about the Cultivation Cram School?"

Fang He was about to answer when he heard a familiar voice behind him, saying with a little teasing: "Young fellow daoist, if you really want to learn divination, why don't you learn from our Teacher Fang?"

"After all, his divination ability is only strong but not weak."

Li Wansheng pushed away the crowd and walked towards Fang He's direction step by step. His eyes glanced at Dao Mei lightly, and then fell on Fang He again: "Right, Master Fang?"

As soon as Li Wansheng said these words, Dao Mei's face froze slightly, and even the eyes of the people around showed a bit of surprise.

real or fake?

This Fang He can not only divination, but also use the sword, and is also proficient in formations?

How could this be more like a monk of the third heaven than them!

People couldn't help feeling a weight on their backs, and now they could finally understand the feelings of those sword cultivators.

This Fang He was pressing firmly on them like a big mountain, and any aspect could overwhelm them, making them feel urgent and impatient to improve their strength.