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

Fang He looked at the distant sky and fell into thought.

He had already changed all the tattered white robes, put on ordinary clothes, and followed a group of Golden Core Stage crowd, diving into the depths of the ten-zhang Thunder Sea.Fang He lowered his eyes, watching the spiritual power slowly flow out of his body, extend and fall to the ground.The formation at his feet appeared and disappeared from time to time, making it difficult to see clearly.It is precisely because of this formation that the energy of the lightning above the head is properly distributed to everyone, stimulating the activity of the meridians in the body.

Interesting.

This is something created by the Formation Association of the first heaven.Fang He once tried to sink his spiritual consciousness into it to feel the structure inside, but all of them were ejected.If the frequency is too many, the brain will still be tingling.

It was only later that Fang He found out that this was a protective device of the Formation Association, used to prevent others from prying eyes.

The group of them marched forward for two days and two nights, but they never saw the thunder.The gloomy color is still above their heads, and day and night cannot be distinguished.Such an environment, for the crowd, will produce some anxious emotions.

Fang He could gradually feel that there was a commotion in this team.Fang He, on the other hand, felt that he was okay.The daily thunder and lightning are expanding his veins, so that he can feel the refinement and catalysis of the spiritual power in his body all the time.He looked inside his dantian, and found that the spiritual power that was originally as vast as the sea had been condensed into a gurgling stream at this moment.The tinkle of the stream is crisp and pleasant to the ear, and it doesn't seem to cause any harm.

But Fang He always had an inexplicable premonition that as long as he thought about it, a drop of spiritual power from the stream would be able to penetrate the formation above his head.

He sat down in a corner and listened to the people from all over the world gather together and communicate in low voices.Their gazes looked into the distance from time to time, and it was obvious that they wanted to separate from each other.

Someone also invited Fang He, but Fang He pointed to his throat, hummed twice, and was swept away.

A mute, they subconsciously still feel a little disgusted.

Just like that, Fang He silently watched them gather their men, and after a dispute with the leader of the team, he resolutely walked deeper into the sea of ​​thunder.

Before leaving, many people couldn't help but look back at Fang He.If Fang He didn't notice this, it was Xie Lingtai who noticed it and subconsciously looked at Fang He.

Fang He's robe was gray-brown, and the collar around his neck stood up straight, covering his pale cheeks.His gaze was slightly lowered, with a soft light in his pupils, and when he glanced up, it seemed as if all the countless light waves in the sky and the earth were crushed.

The whole person seems to have a kind of morbid beauty.

Fang He watched a group of them disappear into the depths of the ten-foot thunder sea, his eyes were calm.

Xie Lingtai raised his eyebrows and asked, "Aren't you going with them?" It was the first time he saw Fang He give up this chance to make a fortune.

Fang He's face was pure and ascetic: "The poor monk regards money as dung, Amitabha." His lowered eyes wavered slightly, and he could not make a fortune by following those people.

His current team did not move in one direction when advancing, but was constantly changing directions.This change is so subtle that ordinary people cannot notice it.

Fang He raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell directly on the leader of the team.The leader is a middle-aged man in his 50s.The smile on the corner of his mouth was slightly cold, and there was a bit of contempt in his eyes.

He withdrew his gaze, glanced over Fang He indifferently, and said to the people present:

"If you want to leave, it's better to go clean together."

No one responded.

Squatting next to Fang He, a man in his 30s curled up and muttered softly, "Idiots leave."

Fang He glanced at him, and happened to meet the eyes of the middle-aged man.The middle-aged man chuckled, and he slowly moved over step by step, and tentatively said to Fang He:

"Little brother, why didn't you go with them just now?"

Fang He turned his head and glanced at him, but did not answer.But contempt could easily seep out of his eyes.

The middle-aged man chuckled, touched his nose, and continued on his own: "Those people seem to be from the small world, and they don't understand our affairs at all."

Hearing the words "Small World", Fang He's heart tightened, and he still didn't care about it, and there was even a little bored in his expression.

Seeing that Fang He ignored him, the middle-aged man became more and more excited.

"After all, this team is under Yu Tianjiao's command. That person..." He raised his chin, looked at the leader of the team and said, "How could he not know where Lei Guang will appear. What he has to do now is to eliminate A group of people from a small world."

"After all, when people from the small world come here, they only want to seize the opportunity or hold back their legs."

Fang He's gaze moved slightly. He never expected that the cultivators of the first heaven would hold such deep hostility towards outsiders like them.

Fang He nodded silently, and his eyes showed a bit of admiration and yearning just right, which made the middle-aged man even more eager to talk.

He shook his head and said, "That's Yu Tianjiao, born with a sword body. Once the sword is drawn, the world will be leveled."

The middle-aged man opened his mouth and was about to say something when he heard the leader give an order.The whole team rested and set off again.

The middle-aged man was here to chat, but now that the team continued to move forward, he slapped his butt and squeezed to the front of the team, and he didn't forget to hold Fang He before he left.

Fang He was pulled by him, and stumbled to the side of the leader.He looked around and found that many monks at the golden core stage had the same behavior as this middle-aged man.

Fang He was a little dazed, it was the first time he saw such a scene.Instead, it was Xie Lingtai who understood after a while of meditation:

"They want to be under that Yu Tianjiao."

Fang He: "What?"

"Being under that Yu Tianjiao means getting some resources from his subordinates. Although they may not necessarily be top-level resources, they are always much better than what they get by themselves."

Fang He is very transparent, as long as Xie Lingtai dials slightly, he will understand.It was the first time for him to see the scene of First Chong Tian's younger brother, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited.He cheered up and said:

"I don't know when I can see that Yu Tianjiao. I want to know how powerful his natural sword body is." If it is not powerful, I don't know if those younger brothers can inherit it after defeating him.

With some insignificant people gone, the team's progress is obviously much faster.Soon, amidst the sound of explosions, a figure appeared in front of everyone.

When that figure appeared, the leader stopped and said, "Young Master Yu."

When he yelled these two words, the surrounding atmosphere immediately became active.Fang He could even feel the middle-aged man next to him trembling slightly.

Yu Tianjiao casually snorted softly.Without even turning his head, he turned his back to everyone and said:

"Find me a man in a white robe who was severely struck by lightning. He should be from the Small World, and he still has a storage bag around his waist. If there are no accidents, he should still be around here."

When he said this, Yu Tianjiao paused: "There is a thunder on his body, and his level is not low. Whoever can find it first will be rewarded."

As soon as his words came out, it was as if cold water had poured into a frying pan, mobilizing the emotions of everyone present.

In order not to stand out too much, Fang He's eyes lit up, like the sun in winter.However, Xie Lingtai could read two words from his eyes:

Done!

The Yu Tianjiao standing in front of them was none other than Yu Juncheng who had asked Fang He and Lei Guang before.

At this moment, when he heard him describe Fang He's appearance bit by bit, Fang He's heartbeat began to speed up suddenly.He touched the ring on his hand with some guilt.

Fortunately, he was alert, and when he got near the Shizhang Leihai, he found that the people of the first heaven didn't use storage bags at all.

They take their clothes and clothes from their waists.Fang He fiddled around before he roughly understood.Although the aura concentration of the people in the first heaven is the same as that of the Central Continent, their production level in all aspects is still slightly better.

On the first day, they generally used storage belts.Because of this, Fang He simply took out the storage ring Chen Yi gave him, and put his own storage bag in it.

Fang He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.As soon as he turned his head, he saw two middle-aged men beside him wrapping their arms around Fang He's shoulders and laughing in a low voice:

"If you didn't have a storage bag, I thought Yu Tianjiao was talking about you."

Well, most of the requirements are quite in line.

Although the middle-aged man has lowered his voice, none of the monks is ear-collared.After hearing what the middle-aged man said, they all focused their attention on Fang He.

Even Yu Juncheng couldn't help turning around, his eyes fell on Fang He, and he looked at him carefully.

Fang He's back was stiff and he stood up straight.It took a long time before I heard Yu Juncheng's voice:

"You look quite familiar."