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

Fang He naturally knew that he had entered the killing formation.

After tidying up the bookshelves, he sat in the classroom again, patiently waiting for the earthquake to happen.

He was quite curious, whether the other party could simulate the earthquake.

This is a vision of heaven and earth!The required spiritual power is converted into spirit crystals, hundreds if not thousands.

I'm afraid that even the formation master who faced Fang He didn't think of this.

He couldn't see the scene in the formation, but felt that the spirit stones in the formation were consumed extremely quickly, and he had to add a few spirit stones to it almost every few minutes.

However, the projected animal landed in front of the onlookers, who felt that he was killing them all.Everyone could only see that the power of the formation was getting stronger and stronger, and even the mother tablet faintly began to vibrate because of it.

And now Fang He on the other side of the mother's stele is completely powerless to fight back.

The onlookers started talking in low voices.

"It seems that the outcome of this game has been decided. There is still a difference between a formation master and a formation master."

"That's right, a formation master like Yuan Beiguo can at least recognize what kind of formation the opponent is using, and that Fang He..." The person who said this shook his head.

"To be honest, don't you think the name Fang He sounds familiar?"

"It doesn't matter if it's familiar, I guess I've heard how useless he is in formation before."

"It's estimated that this battle will be over in less than one stick of incense. Next, it's time for the blue-level token to play."

Judging from the scene in front of him, it probably doesn't take a stick of incense time, and the battle can be over in a few breaths.

Everyone looked at the mother monument.A stick of incense has passed, a cup of tea time has passed, and several hours have passed...

Everyone's faces became extremely ugly at this moment.To be honest, Fang He is the challenger who has been on stage for the longest time so far.

and……

Different from the decline they imagined, Fang He's spiritual power was extremely active, and his energy was clearly at its peak.On the other hand, looking at the projection, his image is getting weaker and weaker, almost transparent.

The projection is also obviously an unbelievable look.He lowered his head and checked his formation again. There was nothing wrong with the arrangement of the spirit stones, and there was nothing wrong with the operation of the spirit energy... But, the cost of killing the formation was extremely high.

This feeling seems to be a powerful blow from the power of crossing the catastrophe.

But how is it possible?

Can anyone really survive under Du Jie Da Neng's all-out attack?

Unbelievably, the projection added spiritual power again, and even because of insufficient spiritual power, he threw those broken spirit stones from his gorgeous clothes into the formation.

The purity of those broken spirit stones is very high, even if they are cut into small pieces, they can stabilize the formation to the most balanced moment in an instant.

Sitting in the classroom like this, Fang He watched as the surrounding walls began to tremble, the powder from the ceiling began to fall crazily, and even the ground beneath his feet began to vibrate.

But this power is actually much smaller than a real natural disaster.

Fang He sat in the classroom with a calm expression. The board on his head fell on his feet like this, and he didn't move.His gaze moved straight forward, through the fading wall, he met the projection outside the formation.

At this moment, Fang He moved!

His footsteps moved slightly, the spiritual power of his whole body was activated, and he rushed towards the nodes on the formation.

Fang He stepped on the nodes of the formation with every step.The formation had already collapsed due to the weakening of spiritual power. At this time, every node was attacked, and the formation could no longer bear it, and it collapsed.

In the eyes of everyone, Fang He moved again.His gaze fell firmly on the projection's body, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He did not know when there was an extra sword in his hand, and the blade was pitch black and matte black.

A sword comes from the west.

Like the broken snow on the edge of the sky, or like the distant moon on the side of the mountain, with just one touch, the projected figure shattered, and even the broken spirit stone that was originally held in the hand rolled down to the ground at this moment, and The projections disappeared from everyone's sight together.

The crowd fell silent.

No one expected that things would develop like this.

The killing formation that Yuan Beiguo had boasted about was easily breached like this.The positions of the two formation masters were instantly reversed.

At this moment, Fang He actually picked up the sword and scattered the projection.

Brother, you have to remember that you are a formation mage, shouldn't you use the method of a formation mage to fight?

Fang He didn't care what everyone thought, he put away the sword in his hand.The token that had been automatically hanging from his waist was re-suspended in front of Fang He's eyes.

The cyan color gradually intensified and turned into a faint light blue.

Fang He held it in his hand again, and returned to Xun Yunuo's side against everyone's gaze.

Xun Yunuo looked at him with a complicated expression, and said, "I thought you knew only formations."

Others don't know, but he does.How skillful the opponent's formation is.At the beginning of the battle against Jiucheng Center, many people wanted to snatch his token and besieged him.

At that time, Fang He was sitting by the side, closing his eyes indifferently.It's not that no one wanted to attack him, but once those people got close to him, they were trapped in the formation, and finally those people were affected by the fight of the formation and died.

At that time, he knew that Fang He had a high attainment in formations.

Therefore, he extended an invitation to the other party, letting him come to the First Holy Land with him.

It's just that Xun Yunuo never thought that the opponent's swordsmanship would be so profound.That sword just now is like a flying fairy from the sky, anyone who has seen it will be amazed and fascinated by it.

Fang He raised his eyebrows, he glanced at the blank expression on Yuan Beiguo's face, and suddenly felt refreshed.He said to Xun Yunuo: "I have a disciple who uses a sword, and his sword is better than mine."

There was a smile on the corner of Shi Shuo's mouth, and the joy in his eyes could not be concealed.

Xun Yunuo acted like he had suddenly realized.Only then did he remember that the person in front of him was a master.Although he is a formation master, the craftsman he taught can defeat the famous Zong Xinyuan.

In this way, it seems that it is not uncommon for him to know swordsmanship.

Hu Yifan on the side pricked up his ears, and when he heard Fang He's words, he immediately became excited: "Fang He, so you still have an apprentice. Does your apprentice learn swordsmanship from you? Do you want me to teach him some tricks?"

Fang He said with a mysterious face: "You also know this person. I guess you can have a good discussion later."

With the example of Fang He successfully defeating the projection, those who have not yet come to power seem to have a bottom line.Several of the next few people who came on stage won against the projection on the opposite side.

Some people also noticed that after Fang He, the projected name returned from the corner of the stele to the bottom.In other words, what Yuan Beiguo just said about "not enough people" is a fallacy.

After the cyan token is over, the blue token comes out.

Yuanbeiguo is the only blue token in the central circle besides Fang He.When he came on stage, he was full of confidence, and when he passed by Fang He, he couldn't help but snorted coldly.

As a dark horse in the early days of the First Holy Land, he attracted attention as soon as he took the stage.Almost everyone looked up from their practice and paid attention to his game.

When he first boarded the mother stele, a golden light shone in the corner under the stele.The golden light this time is different from the surrounding ones, it still has a little blood in it.

Before the projection officially landed, the surroundings condensed into blood mist.The mist spread very quickly, expanding to the outside of the mother monument almost instantly.

Before the monk who was close had time to react, his flesh and blood were taken away by the mist, leaving only a bone in place.

The dead person lost his breath before he even wailed.

Fang He made a decisive decision, took out a few high-grade spirit stones from the storage bag, and quickly sat on the ground.He skillfully threw the spirit stone into the air.

The spirit stone automatically stagnated in the sky, and under the guidance of Fang He's spiritual power, it instantly formed a regular shape.Invisible power circulates in the air like this, eventually forming an invisible trajectory.

Fang He pressed down with his gesture, and the spirit stone fell from the air. When it touched a certain node in the air, there was only a "click", like the sound of a door being locked.

When all the spirit stones touched the nodes, everyone felt that everything around them had changed.

The mist rushed towards them, but ignored them and rushed elsewhere.

Amidst the sounds of panic and wailing, their area seemed extremely peaceful, turning into a pure land of bliss.

This time the array was a little tight, and it could be regarded as a medium-sized array. Fang He's whole nerves were tense to be deployed in such a short period of time and stimulate so much spiritual energy.

Fang He's fingers trembled slightly. When the formation was formed, he breathed a sigh of relief, slowly raised his head, and met Hu Yifan's eyes.

Hu Yifan looked at Fang He, and the high-grade spirit stone in his hand was thrown up and down by him. He raised his eyebrows and said to Fang He:

"My Poor Formation Mage, it's like three autumns if we don't see each other every day. After you return to Xun Yunuo's side for a while, you will be able to use high-grade spirit stones to form formations!"

Hu Bufan stared at Fang He resentfully.He felt that his heart had been deceived.This person in front of him is not a pauper with nothing, but an array mage who is so rich!

Fortunately, he still felt that the other party was too poor, so he gave him so many middle-grade spirit stones, and now thinking about it, he really regretted it.

At this moment, Wen Shuoran walked over.He walked up to Fang He, squatted down, pushed the storage bag in his hand to Fang He, smiled at Fang He with his eyebrows bent and said:

"This is the remaining tuition fee, 5000 yuan for top-grade spirit stones."

Seeing the storage bag in front of him, Fang He stretched out his hand naturally, and with a sweep of his spiritual sense, he knew that there were more high-grade spirit stones in the storage bag than what Wen Shuoran said.

This is obviously compensation for his formation just now!Fang He squinted his eyes and put the storage bag into his arms very naturally, then took out the receipt and seal, wrote the receipt on the spot and handed it to Wen Shuoran.

He smiled and patted Wen Shuoran's shoulder: "From now on, you will be the No.3 student in our cram school!"

"Then I'm here to wish our classmate Wen Shuoran a bright future and a bright future." Hu Bufan said coolly from the side with a dark face.

He put the high-grade spirit stone in his hand into Fang He's arms, gritted his teeth and looked at Fang He and said, "Isn't that right, Teacher Xiao Fang."

Fang He shook his body.

Hu Yifan told Teacher Xiaofang to be murderous.

Fang He coughed lightly, his blushing white and tender, he raised his eyes to Hu Yifan and Ye Jinqi and asked, "How about it, don't be tempted, do you want to join the Cultivation Cultivation Class, I guarantee you...you will succeed in your studies."

In Hu Yifan's eyes full of murderous intent, Fang He swallowed the eight characters "Standing up in the sky" and "Rising in the sun" and changed it into an idiom.

Hu Bufan sneered, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Mr. Fang, how much do you think Ye Jinqi and I will pay to join your sect?"

Hu Bufan: "1 yuan in top-grade spirit stones, right?" As he spoke, he was about to take out the money from his storage bag.

At this time, he heard Fang He cough lightly, with a little embarrassment in his voice.

Fang He said: "No, now it's ten low-grade spirit crystals per person."

Hu Bufan glared angrily. He pointed to Wen Shuoran who was watching the show, and said angrily, "Why, he only needs 1 yuan of high-grade spirit stones, while Ye Jinqi and I want ten low-grade spirit crystals?"

Fang He rubbed his nose, and said shyly, "Isn't that what you said? You think [-] top grades are too much of a loss. I knew I was wrong and could correct it, so I raised the price a bit."

"Ten low-grade spirit stones per person, no bargaining."