< br >the Immortal King was silent for a moment and said, "that's a good idea." If I can gather them in that position, without even causing them to fight, I can bury them alive. " < br >one flesh and blood of a warrior is equal to three flesh and blood of an ordinary man. < br >if the plan is successful, the process of recasting the flesh will be much faster. < br >"in addition to the way I just did, I will find more powerful warriors and even forces who are willing to join our immortal clan for the king." Said the woman. < br >"just do what you say. Whatever you need, feel free to let me know and I will help you." The immortal king murmured. < br >"Thank you for your trust." The woman bowed her head and knocked on the ground. < br >. < br >after Gao Yang and others left, Fang Yu returned to his room. < br >after washing, Fang Yu sat at his desk, took out the spiritual ring and sent Fu Di, thinking about how to embed the magic of transmission into the spiritual ring. < br >this is not a fantasy, but something that can actually be done. < br >the process of casting every magic weapon is a process of integrating the trick into the object. < br >it's just that, most of the time, the trick is to blend in before the object is cast. < br >what Fang Yu needs to do now is to add the transmission trick inside a finished magic weapon. < br >this can be done in principle, but it is difficult to do in practice. < br >Fang Yu took out a whole stack of blank paper and began to calculate the formula. < br >. < br >Fang Yu stayed in the room all the time, and time passed quickly. < br >Fang Yu didn't jump out of that selfless state until the door was knocked. < br >Open the door and stand in front of a naive red lotus. < br >"what's wrong?" Fang Yu asked. < br >Honglian raised her face, looked at Fang Yu, opened her mouth, and pointed out. < br >Fang Yu went outside and found Ye Shengxue cooking a table full of dishes, overflowing with fragrance. < br >"so you still know how to cook." Fang Yu said. < br >"I'm not a good cook, so I just try to do it." If it doesn't taste good, please ask Mr. Fang. " Ye Shengxue, wearing an apron, said shyly. < br >"nothing, as long as I can eat. I'm not picky about food." < br >Fang Yu was already hungry. After sitting down, he immediately started to move. < br >"what are you doing these two days, Mr. Fang?" < br >Ye Shengxue asked at the dinner table. < br >"has it been two days?" Fang Yu was stupefied and asked. < br >"Yes, you haven't left the room for two days since President Zhao and his group left." Ye Shengxue said. < br >"I'm working on a new magic weapon." Fang Yu replied. < br >"New magic weapon? Mr. Fang, can you still make magic weapons? " Ye Shengxue asked in surprise. < br >"many years ago, I worked as an apprentice under a master of magic weapons, and I only had a slight understanding." Fang Yu said. < br >"many years ago." Ye Shengxue was in a daze and then asked, "what's your progress?" Are you done? " < br >"how can it be so easy to make a magic weapon? Half of the progress has not been made. " Fang Yu said. < br >"Oh." Ye Shengxue nodded. < br >after eating, Fang Yu returned to his room again and continued to study the spiritual precepts. < br >it was not until Wednesday afternoon that he came out of his room and left his apartment for Nandu University. < br >Fang Yu came to the liberal arts college and was about to walk up to the teaching building when a boy ran up to Fang Yu. < br >is Chu Fan, who was teased by Fang Yu last week. < br >"what's wrong?" Fang Yu asked. < br >"Professor Fang, I want to apologize to you." Chu Fan said apologetically, "Last week I wasted your time and many classmates' time in order to be in the limelight." < br >Fang Yu squinted at Chu Fan. < br >although the expression is very sincere, the apology in the eyes is also very successful in disguise. < br >this kind of acting skill, Chu Fan may be able to fool a thousand people, but he can't fool Fang Yu, who has lived for nearly five thousand years. < br >"I accept your apology." < br >but Fang Yu doesn't want to expose Chu Fan. He wants to see what Chu Fan wants to do. < br >"Thank you, Professor Fang. You are very kind." Chu Fan said gratefully. < br >between words, Chu Fan's eyes flashed with a trace of Yin and ruthlessness. < br >at the same time, Fang Yu also knows why Chu Fan deliberately approached him. < br >in Chu Fan's trouser pocket, there is a paper-bound villain with corresponding runes engraved on it. < br >the reason why he stepped forward specially was to let the paper man absorb the breath of Fang Yu. < br >in this way, this paper will take effect. < br >(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []). Ush ({ }); < br >this is a very witchcraft method, soul turning. < br >use the breath of the human body to simulate a person's complete soul and bless it among the paper people. < br >then, through the paper people, to cause irreversible damage to the soul of the Buddha. < br >because this method is too ruthless, it was banned by the right Alliance many years ago. < br >the practice of soul conversion is not allowed even in the Xiangzu clan. < br >however, this method is not difficult for people who have mastered the principle of photographic art. < br >it is not surprising that Chu Fan can use soul transfer. < br >Fang Yu was just surprised. He and Chu Fan met only once last week, and there was not much conflict. < br >Why didn't Chu Fan use soul turning to deal with him? < br >"then I'll go, Professor Fang." Chu Fan knew that the paper man had absorbed enough breath and turned around to leave. < br >but Fang Yu put her hand on his shoulder and smiled and said, "the class will start later. Where else are you going?" < br >"well, Professor Fang, I didn't actually take your course. I just came to class with my friends last week." Chu Fan said. < br >"Oh, I see." Fang Yu nodded and said, "I suggest you come to my class, which is of great benefit. You will regret not coming." < br >"Oh, maybe next time. I happen to be busy today." Chu Fan smiled. < br >"OK, then go." Fang Yusong opened his hand and let Chu Fan leave. < br >Chu Fan turned around, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly and became extremely vicious. < br >class? < br >after this week, you will lose the chance to attend class forever! < br >Chu Fan walked slowly outside the school. < br >his parents brought him up when he was young, and it was his grandfather who brought him up and taught him the physiognomy he had learned all his life. < br >Grandpa is the only person he respects in the world. < br >before Chu Fan left his hometown, his grandfather told him to be ruthless when he was away from home. < br >if he is a good person, he will die like his parents. < br >Chu Fan remembered this sentence. < br >so, after being fooled by Fang Yu last week, this week he decided to use the most ruthless way to get rid of Fang Yu! < br >the physiognomy won't leave any evidence. Fang Yu is dead and no one knows who did it. < br >Chu Fan doesn't have any worries. < br >A person who makes him lose face in public has no need to live. < br >Chu Fan went back to the single room he rented outside the school and lit nine candles on the desk. < br >he placed a small paper man on the table and stood in the middle of the nine candles. < br >there are seven black spots on the paper man's body. < br >these seven are the deadly points of the soul. < br >as long as the soul needle is inserted, Fang Yu's soul will also be greatly damaged! < br >insert all the lethal points into the soul needle, and Fang Yu will die on the spot! < br >Chu Fan held seven black needles in his right hand and roasted them on the fire of the candle. < br >then he took out his phone and glanced at the time. < br >it's 03:20 in the afternoon. < br >Fang Yu should still be in class on the podium at this time. < br >now is the best time. < br >he wants to let Fang Yu die suddenly in front of more than a hundred students! < br >"Don't blame me, who told you to mess with me?" There was a sneer at the corner of Chu Fan's mouth, and the viciousness in his eyes did not match his age at all. < br >then he picked up a soul needle and inserted it into one of the black spots on the paper man. < br >"thanks!" < br >the paper is penetrated with a slight crisp sound. < br >Soul needles, passing through a lethal point. < br >Chu Fan's hand did not stop, and the next soul needle was inserted into another fatal point. < br >in this process, the smile on Chu Fan's face is getting brighter and brighter, the most grinning bigger and bigger, just like a demon. < br >. < br >"about the understanding of this poem, I personally …" < br >Fang Yu is in class in the classroom. < br >except for a small number of students who are bowing their heads to play with their mobile phones, most of the students are listening carefully and Qi Qi is staring at Fang Yu. < br >"the author's emotion is not prominent." < br >at this point, Fang Yu suddenly stopped. < br >the students who were listening enthusiastically all looked at Fang Yu with a puzzled look on their faces. < br >"has it started? In that case, don't blame me. " < br >there was a sneer at the corners of Fang Yu's mouth. < br >he has already felt the itching in his soul. < br >obviously, Chu Fan did it. < br >< br/ >< br >