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

Fang He was not so cruel this time. He asked them to take the exam directly. Instead, he piled up a pile of textbooks next to everyone and asked them to read them for half an hour before taking the unified exam.

Under such pressure, everyone turned the pages of the book "shuashuashua", and the scene was silent for a while.But this silence is filled with silent blood.

But the people who were cultivating above the thunderclouds in the distance all opened their eyes in unison when they heard the screams stop.Under their clouds, there were icy corpses, the bright red blood condensed into dark red lumps, all over the entire surface.

"There is no sound."

On top of the thunderclouds, the leader of the stowaways stands, robed.His expression was dignified, and his spiritual sense stretched forward, but he still couldn't catch the fluctuation of life in the thick fog. It seemed that those who followed the demon monk were in danger at this moment.

"I can't see that that monk is so vicious!"

"Fortunately, I didn't go with them just now, otherwise..."

"That's right, I just saw that many of the top [-] people on the Tianjiao list followed suit. It's a pity... These geniuses only increase their cultivation base, not their brains."

The rest of the people on Leiyun couldn't help but feel lucky, and after they pretended to be emotional for a while, they couldn't help but feel complacent.

No matter how talented these people are, they still died on the road of cultivation.

Cultivation is long-term, the road is long, and the remaining ones are kings.

But these people did not expect that people who are better than them are secretly learning new content not far from them.

In the vast world, it was the first time for them to come into contact with this kind of wonderful knowledge.This is a knowledge system that is incompatible with the entire cultivation system, making them addicted to it.

Half an hour passed, and under Fang He's urging, they reluctantly put down their books.With a rush of bells ringing, another blank paper was placed in front of them.

At the front of the classroom, on a podium half a person high, Fang He's figure appeared in front of everyone.The original soft lines of his face were extremely cold and hard, and his eyes fell completely on people's bodies, shooting up and down non-stop.

As long as they moved, they would feel an extremely sharp gaze falling on them, as if they were sitting on pins and needles.

They were extremely confident in this exam, but it turned out that they overestimated themselves too much.Even if all those knowledge points are kept in their minds, they cannot use them accurately and get the questions right.

Seeing the red crosses falling on the white test paper one after another, and looking at Fang He's slightly wrinkled brows, everyone felt a little guilty for some reason.

After finishing correcting a stack of test papers, Fang He put the red pen in his hand aside, sighed softly, and said to the people looking at him earnestly:

"You guys are the worst class I've ever seen."

The person standing in front of Fang He lowered his head involuntarily when he heard these words.They didn't expect that they, who had always claimed to be geniuses, would miss it.

They raised their eyes involuntarily, and their eyes fell on the only test paper that Fang He deliberately put aside.

The handwriting on that test paper was clear and rigorous, and even the red ticks on it were more than all the people present together.

At the top of the test paper, the words "Shi Shuo" are clearly written above.

Shi Shuo, who was admired by everyone, had a bright smile on the corner of his mouth. He met everyone's eyes, stepped forward, his red robe fluttering, and took his own test paper in his hand.

He flicked the test paper lightly with his index finger, and the test paper made a rattling sound, and his tone contained a trace of regret: "This test paper is too simple, and I still can't get full marks."

Everyone: I really want to hit someone.

Fang He handed out the test papers one by one, and after focusing on explaining the key topics, he withdrew the formations that had been arranged.

The dense fog dispersed, and dozens of figures appeared in the small world again.The sky above the head suddenly thundered, and thunder and lightning fell down without hesitation, hitting everyone's bodies.

The flesh and blood of everyone rolled outwards, and the blood fell on the ground drop by drop, staining the ground black.But at this moment, no one cared about the pain. They looked at Fang He with burning eyes, waiting for Fang He's next move.

Fang He pondered for a while, looking up and down at the crowd standing in front of him.At this point, even the favored sons of heaven, their situation is not easy.

From a distance, they looked ragged and bloody.Coupled with the gloomy sky, it looks like a stiff corpse.When they all looked up at Fang He in unison, the scene was particularly spectacular.

Fang He coughed lightly, holding back the smile on the corner of his mouth.He lowered his head slightly, and transmitted a sound transmission to Xie Lingtai who was staying in the leaf and said:

"Next, I would like to ask Fellow Daoist Xie for a favor."

His eyes were shining brightly, as if he knew everything that happened next.

Xie Lingtai didn't ask why, but said in a low voice: "Okay."

-

Another morning, when the wind and thunder dispersed, the people sitting above the thunder cloud all opened their eyes, waiting for the next challenger.

If it was usual, there would have been a dense crowd of people in front of them, vying to challenge them.But now, a gust of wind blew past and rolled up the flying dust on the ground, and there was still no one in front of them.

Where are all the people?

Seeing the scene changes in the sky, the light and shadow moving sideways, their originally calm faces gradually became irritable.

So what happened.Anything that disrupts their routine makes people radiate fear and panic from the inside out.

Fang He withdrew his spiritual consciousness and opened his eyes slightly: "It's almost there."

He raised his eyes slightly, and in front of them were the monks who had been tortured to the point of collapse by the knowledge points of various subjects. .

Not only did Fang He let them enjoy the mental torture, but he didn't even want to let them go physically.

It's just too miserable.

However, they soon put this tragic experience behind them.They stared at Fang He with burning eyes and asked:

"Master Xiaofang, where are we going next?"

"Thundercloud."

There were cheers and screams at the answer.This kind of excitement made Fang He see the excitement of a group of children who were tortured by cultural classes when they suddenly heard that they were going to have physical education class.

But soon, they froze in place.Jia Fugui said in a daze:

"Master Xiao Fang, don't we need to repair it?"

Now that everyone is physically and mentally exhausted, you must be prepared in situ to repair the wounds on your body.But Fang He didn't seem to be aware of this, so he lifted his feet and walked forward.

When he saw everyone staying in place with hesitant expressions on their faces, he couldn't help but calmly said:

"My teacher once said that a monk who is not always ready for battle is not a qualified monk. The enemy will never come to fight you when you are ready to fight."

As soon as these words came out, the hesitation on everyone's faces disappeared instantly.They didn't even have time to adjust their robes, so they took a step forward.

At the same time, there was a thoughtful look on their faces.They thought over what Fang He said over and over again, and they couldn't help but feel enlightened.

"The Central Continent dulled their thinking, and even wiped out their fighting instincts. These are a group of geniuses who grew up in a greenhouse."

Although there is a violent storm in the outside world, they still can't make them feel the real crisis.

But now, what Fang He has to do is to wipe the swords that have not been sheathed and bloody one by one until they are completely polished.

The aura on them was unstoppable, just a few dozen people stepped out of the posture of thousands of troops.Behind them, the yellow sand was rolling and the silent drums were beating, with a chic posture that would never return.

However, these sounds were perfectly covered by Fang He's formation.None of the people standing on the thundercloud thought that there would be a menacing team marching towards them.

At this time, the people on Leiyun had completely given up their vigilance.The lightning in front of them began to strike down intensively, smashing holes of different depths on the ground.

As long as they are normal people, they will not go through such dense lightning to fight them... right.

Everyone's mood became much brighter.Such a peaceful scene put smiles on everyone's faces.Someone even said to others in a joking tone:

"Perhaps the demon monk felt that the dozens of people were not enough, and helped us eliminate some people!"

Most people nodded in agreement with this guess.The demon monk was moody, and his brows were slightly frowned, making those heaven's favored children scream all day and all night.

Who knows if he will be buried with the whole small world if he is in a bad mood.

But no matter what, people's moods are extremely relaxed at this moment.Just when they were about to close their eyes and re-enter the cultivation atmosphere, they felt the thundercloud below them falling down at an extremely fast speed.

This high-altitude drop made everyone open their eyes, and then they saw the most unforgettable scene in their lives.

In the depths of the dense thunder and lightning, dozens of figures are slowly walking from it, and their robes are fluttering, revealing their skin and flesh.

When an extremely bright lightning flashed across the sky, everyone finally saw the appearance of the group of people clearly.

Familiar faces appeared in front of them one by one.These faces used to be high-spirited, but now they are extremely terrifying.Their hair hangs in strands over their faces, covering most of their faces.But everyone still recognized these people in the first place.

These people are the group of people who followed Fang He away, they are the geniuses who, in their eyes, were tortured to death!

"These people are dead!"

Above the thundercloud, someone suddenly exclaimed.Their spiritual consciousness fell on these people, and they couldn't feel the slightest breath of life.

Although their bodies are moving, their souls have dissipated between the heaven and the earth, and they have completely died.

Some people with low psychological endurance, their heartbeat quickened in an instant, their eyes looked back along the trend, and suddenly they seemed to see something, they stepped back and fell on the thunder cloud.

Those people exclaimed "Ah", their pupils narrowed slightly, and the wings of their noses expanded slightly. They stretched out a finger and pointed forward tremblingly:

"That is……"

"Demon Monk Fang He!"

what?

Everyone stood up involuntarily, and looked at the crowd slowly approaching in the distance. Sure enough, at the end of these people, at a distance of about tens of meters, Fang He was walking towards.

The monk robe on his body has changed to another style.The white hem looks quite leisurely, out of the world.He strolled in the courtyard, following behind this group of "people", as if he had noticed the gazes of the crowd, he slowly raised his eyes, looked at the crowd for a moment, and suddenly smiled.

He clasped his hands together, and under the light of the sky, he uttered four creepy words:

"Amitabha."