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

Fang He snorted lightly, without even looking at Zong Xinyuan.With a slight lift of his hand, the ruler located not far away was conveniently pulled out from the ground, and the top was shiny.It took a step back, then moved forward at lightning speed.The surface of the silver-gray ruler swayed with light waves under the refraction of the electric light.Its tip struck Zong Xinyuan's sword neatly and neatly. Under this unexpected attack, the sword actually shattered from the middle, turning into pieces one after another, and fell to the ground.

"I'm afraid your refining level is not even a beginner."

A silver-gray ruler stretches across the air.Its appearance is crystal clear, occasionally colliding with the spiritual power in the air, forming a faint light.No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem to be damaged.

Even Xun Yunuo had heard about Zong Xinyuan's level of crafting.But at this moment, it was so easily torn apart by this ruler, and the damage caused is obvious to all.This made the people watching from afar look suspiciously at Zong Xinyuan.

Zong Xinyuan's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Fang He with caution.He is a refiner and knows his level best.Although the sword just now is not the pinnacle, but at least it has drawn out the vision of heaven and earth, it can be regarded as a good work.But who would have thought that it would be crushed by this ordinary ruler.

This is not an offensive weapon!

The thunder and lightning in the distance began to strike rapidly, and the sky lit up.The dark color and the bright light complement each other, forming a wonderful scene, which immediately attracted the attention of the people around.In the face of violent celestial phenomena, everything is insignificant.The refining room was bombarded over and over again, and the bricks on the wall began to fall off, falling to the ground one by one, turning into powder.As soon as the wind blows, it dissipates between heaven and earth.

This is more violent lightning than before.

Soon, the ceiling and walls in the refining room began to recede, and people could clearly see the figure sitting in the refining room.The petite child sat cross-legged, in front of him was an unformed appliance, and above his head was a thunderbolt that made people lose their minds.

This kind of insignificance and hugeness formed a sharp contrast, which was instantly reflected in people's minds.

Even Xun Yunuo's eyes flashed with shock, and he asked hesitantly, "Is this your apprentice?" He originally thought that anyone who could compete with Zong Xinyuan was not a weapon refiner of the same age and level as him A teacher should always be a young man of seventeen or eighteen.But he never imagined that the so-called test object would be such a young child.

What face did Zong Xinyuan have to lead the sky thunder produced by the refining tool over?

Not only Xun Yunuo, but almost everyone who didn't understand what happened thought so.The mirror on Zong Xinyuan's head properly transmitted Zong Xinyuan's ugliness in real time.Even Fang He's taunt and ruler attack were displayed in the eyes of everyone intact.

But Zong Xinyuan didn't know all of this.Looking at the dense thunder, lightning and wind and rain over there, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said pretentiously: "It's a pity, a genius who is gifted by God!"

His face has long since returned to calm, and he is well-dressed without any embarrassment.He looked at the sea of ​​thunder from a distance, pretending to be emotional.However, before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened, and he exclaimed in disbelief, "How is that possible!"

I saw that there was a sea of ​​thunder all over the mountains and plains, and there was no structure of any house.There are no mountains and trees around, as if there was a plain before.However, it was such a place that was so dark and lifeless that a small figure walked out.His clothes had been burned by lightning, and they were stuck to his body in a dingy state, only his limbs were exposed.But no one paid attention to these at the moment, all their attention was focused on his hands.

He carefully held a tender green leaf and approached people.The thunderstorm receded behind him, and the light appeared suddenly.When the first light from the distant sky shone on the leaf in his palm, it exuded vitality.

what is this?

This seems to be a very ordinary leaf.The tops of the leaves are slightly curled, and the veins are clearly visible.Its top is dark green, green to verdant, and its tail is fresh green, which seems to have infinite vitality and vigor.But no matter what, it looks left and right, it is a leaf.It seems that you can pick it up by bending down anywhere.

When he saw this leaf, Zong Xinyuan couldn't help laughing out loud: "So what you said about entering the door is this kind of children's play?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, and walked two steps forward to Tao Le Kneeling down in front of Le, he said to Tao Lele, "Little friend, are you called a refining tool?"

"You are called a classmate!" Zong Xinyuan stretched out his hand to take this leaf.But as soon as his hand touched the leaf, the leaf turned into a green light and penetrated into his body along his fingers.He didn't react at all, and lost consciousness when his eyes went dark.

The green light circled in the air, and when it was suspended in the air, it became an ordinary leaf again.It is still the same as I saw before, the emerald green veins on it are not stained with dust.Tao Lele's tiger-toed shoes stepped on Zong Xinyuan's clothes and jumped twice, grabbing the leaf in his hand.Looking down at Zong Xinyuan's face, he hummed twice, made a face at him, and ran to Fang He's side in a snap, raising his hands to hug him.

Fang He took off his robe, wrapped Tao Lele's body, picked him up, glanced at Zong Xinyuan's figure, and walked towards his room without looking back.

Zong Xinyuan is fine, at most, his meridians are all broken and he has no aura.This is pretty good for losing a life.But for a self-satisfied and proud craftsman, life would be worse than death.

This competition has twists and turns.Before leaving, Xun Yu Nuo paused for a moment, and then stood on the spot and operated for a while before catching up with Fang He.

The mirror slowly zoomed in, aiming at Zong Xinyuan's figure lying on the ground.Blood flowed all over the ground, and his hands and feet were in a limp state.But if you look closely, you can find his chest rising and falling slightly, obviously still alive.

Zong Xinyuan's embarrassed posture was shown for a full minute.Only then did the mirror retract the lens in satisfaction, and the picture inside began to quickly turn around and start to play backwards.It quickly returned to the scene that people were most interested in, and then pressed pause.

It was a leaf hanging in the air, and its static state was so beautiful that it was suffocating.Its leaf veins scattered, and the continuous vitality inside and the spiritual power in the air slowly formed vibrations.No wonder, it is really like a leaf.

This is clearly a fake spirit weapon!

It can be called astonishing work.

It is important to know that the refining master will forge vital tools under occasional conditions.These utensils are full of wisdom and can communicate with the master's mind.Often at this time, the owner does not need to control more, and can deal with the enemy wholeheartedly.But generally this kind of equipment has a price and no market. Once it is born, it will often be bought by top forces.

At the same time, under the spirit weapon, there is also a false spirit weapon.In short, this kind of device has no wisdom or wisdom is still budding, only a steady stream of vitality seems to be gestating something.They are more controllable than ordinary spirit weapons, and they are more likely to actively attack potentially dangerous objects.It is also a rare boutique!

Thinking that this pseudo-spiritual artifact is in the hands of a seven or eight-year-old child, many people feel a little itchy in their hearts.But as long as he thinks that the owner of this spiritual weapon is a god-given and talented craftsman, and thinks of the terrifying and mysterious master of the formation master, no one dares to act rashly.

However, no matter what, the details of the Dingjiu competition were passed on from word to mouth, and instantly became hot news in the entire cultivation world.

Fang He didn't know these things.

After the Dingjiu competition was over, he began to prepare for the First Holy Land.During this period, the smell of blood on Xun Yunuo never dissipated.There are always some desperate people trying to refute a future through some improper means.

Xun Yunuo naturally came to kill these people one by one.

Blood splattered on his dark clothes, and there were no traces at all.

The closer the day drew near, the more nervous Fang He became.I always feel that the heart is about to reach the throat, as if it is about to jump out with one mouthful.These days, he often goes outside.Compared with the wind, flowers, snow and moon a few days ago, the sky in Dingjiu City at this moment has been covered with a layer of blood mist.

The most tense and exciting time is coming.Token snatching has also become more violent.Blood and corpses can be seen everywhere, and Fang He can gradually keep his face unchanged.

When the sun rose in the distance, the moment the light gathered, all the spiritual power in Dingjiu City began to vibrate and surge towards one place.At the same time, the light that had been filling the city began to hide, gradually faded, and finally disappeared into the darkness.

This change attracted everyone's attention.

In the east of the city, a young man walked on the water, his robe fluttering, wanton and unrestrained.He looked up at the place where the spiritual power gathered, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a frivolous little canine tooth.Spiritual energy surged behind him, and the water under his feet went against the opposite direction.Hundreds of miles away from him, a young girl lay on a fragile tree trunk and opened her eyes. Her eyes turned out to be a mysterious, misty blue with a deceptive power.To the west of the south of the city, there was a young man in ragged clothes who was walking forward with a cane. If you observe carefully, you can find that his eyes are actually dark and he cannot see anything around him.But when the aura changed, his gaze fell precisely in that direction.

city ​​center.

Fang He stood at the window, watching dozens of figures flying towards the distance at high speed, and finally disappeared into the sky.

The first holy place is about to open!