The Strongest Qi Refiner

The Immortal King was silent for a while, and said: "A good way...If you can gather them to that location without even causing them to fight, I can bury them alive."

One flesh and blood of a warrior can match the three flesh and blood of ordinary people.

If the plan is successful, the progress of recasting the flesh will be much faster.

"In addition to the method just now, I will find more powerful warriors and even forces for the king who are willing to join our immortal race." The woman said.

"Just do what you say, no matter what you need, you can tell me at any time and I will help you." Immortal King said solemnly.

"Thank you Wang for your trust." The woman lowered her head and knocked on the ground.

...

After Gao Yang and others left, Fang Yu returned to the room.

After washing, Fang Yu sat at the desk and took out the ethereal ring and teleportation talisman, thinking about how to embed the teleportation technique into the ethereal ring.

This is not a fantasy, but something that can be done.

The process of casting each magic weapon is the process of incorporating the magic trick into the object.

However, most of the time, the tactics are incorporated into the object before it is cast.

What Fang Yu had to do now was to add the teleportation technique inside a finished magic weapon.

This can be done in principle, but in practice, it is difficult.

Fang Yu took out a whole wad of white paper and began to calculate the law.

...

Fang Yu stayed in the room all the time, and time passed quickly.

It wasn't until the door was knocked that Fang Yu jumped out of that selfless state.

Opening the door, standing in front of him was Guren with an innocent look.

"What's wrong?" Fang Yu asked.

Honglian raised her small face, looked at Fang Yu, opened her mouth, and pointed outside.

Fang Yu walked outside and found that Ye Shengxue had cooked a table full of dishes, full of aroma.

"So you know how to cook," Fang Yu said.

"I'm not good at cooking, so I just try to cook it. If it doesn't taste good, please ask Mr. Fang..." Ye Shengxue, wearing an apron, said a little shyly.

"It's okay, you can eat, I'm not picky eaters."

Fang Yu was very hungry, but after sitting down, he immediately started to move.

"Mr. Fang, what are you doing these two days?"

Ye Shengxue asked at the dinner table.

"Has it been two days?" Fang Yu asked in a daze.

"Yes, you haven't left the room in two days since President Zhao and the group left." Ye Shengxue said.

"I'm studying a new magic weapon." Fang Yu replied.

"A new type of magic weapon? Mr. Fang, would you still make magic weapons?" Ye Shengxue asked in surprise.

"Years ago, I used to be an apprentice under a magic weapon master, so I only know a little bit." Fang Yu said.

"Years ago..." Ye Shengxue was a little dazed, and then asked, "Then how is your progress? Are you done?"

"How can it be so easy to make a magic weapon? Half the progress has not been made." Fang Yu said.

"Oh." Ye Shengxue nodded.

After eating, Fang Yu returned to the room again and continued his research on ethereal ring.

It was not until Wednesday afternoon that he came out of the room, left the apartment, and went to Nandu University.

Fang Yu came to the liberal arts college and was about to walk up to the teaching building when a boy ran in front of Fang Yu.

It was Chu Fan who was teased by Fang Yu last week.

"What's wrong?" Fang Yu asked.

"Professor Fang, I want to apologize to you." Chu Fan said apologetically, "I wasted your time and many of your classmates last week to show off."

Fang Yu squinted at Chu Fan.

Although the expression was very sincere, the apology in his eyes was disguised successfully.

With 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.

"I accept your apology."

But Fang Yu didn't want to dismantle Chu Fan, he wanted to see what Chu Fan wanted to do.

"Professor Fang, thank you, you are so kind." Chu Fan said gratefully.

Between the words, a sullen color flashed in Chu Fan's eyes.

At the same time, Fang Yu also knew why Chu Fan wanted to deliberately approach him.

In Chu Fan's trouser pocket, there was a paper-wrapped figure with the corresponding runes already printed on it.

The reason why he deliberately stepped forward was to let the paper man absorb Fang Yu's breath.

In this way, this paper talent will take effect.

This is a magical technique of physiognomy, soul transformation technique.

Use the breath of the human body to simulate a person's complete soul and bless it among the paper people.

After that, through the paper man, to cause irreversible damage to the soul of the deity.

Because this technique is too vicious, many years ago, it was listed as a forbidden technique by the Righteous Alliance.

Even in Xiangzong, it is not allowed to practice Soul Zhuan.

However, this technique is not difficult for those who have mastered the principles of physiognomy.

It is not surprising that Chu Fan could use the Soul Transfer Technique.

Fang Yu was just surprised. He and Chu Fan only met last week, and there was not much conflict.

Why didn't Chu Fan use Soul Transformation to deal with him?

"Then I'll go first, Professor Fang." Chu Fan knew that the paper man had absorbed enough breath, and turned around to leave.

Fang Yu put his hand on his shoulder, smiled and said, "Class will be coming soon, where are you going?"

"Uh, Professor Fang, I didn't actually choose your course. Last week, I just followed my friends to the class..." Chu Fan said.

"Oh, that's it." Fang Yu nodded and said, "I suggest you still come to my class. It will benefit a lot. You will regret it if you don't come."

"Haha, next time, I happen to have something today." Chu Fan said with a dry smile.

"Okay, then you go." Fang Yu let go and let Chu Fan leave.

Chu Fan turned around, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, becoming extremely sullen.

Class?

After this week, you will lose the opportunity to attend class forever!

Chu Fan walked slowly outside the school.

His parents since childhood were brought up by his grandfather, and at the same time they also taught him the physiognomy that he had learned all his life.

Grandpa is the only person he respects in this world.

Before Chu Fan left his hometown, his grandfather had instructed him to be cruel when going out!

If you are a good person, you will die like his parents!

Chu Fan remembered this sentence.

Therefore, after being played by Fang Yu last week, this week he decided to directly use the most ruthless way to completely eliminate Fang Yu!

Xiangshu will not leave any evidence, Fang Yu is dead, and no one knows who did it.

Chu Fan had no worries.

A person who made him lose face in public places has no need to survive.

Chu Fan returned to the single room rented outside the school and lit nine candles on the desk.

He placed a small paper man on the tabletop and stood in the middle of the nine candles.

There are seven black spots on the paper man's body.

These seven ~www.ltnovel.com~ are the deadly points of the soul.

As long as the soul needle is inserted, the soul of Fang Yu's deity will be greatly damaged!

Insert all the deadly points into the soul needle, and Fang Yu will die suddenly on the spot!

Chu Fan held the seven black soul needles in his right hand and put them on the candle fire to bake them.

Then he took out his phone and glanced at the time.

It was already 3:20 in the afternoon.

At this time Fang Yu should still be in class on the podium.

Now is the best time.

He wanted Fang Yu to die in front of more than a hundred students!

"Don't blame me, who asked you to provoke me?" A sneer evoked from the corner of Chu Fan's mouth, and the sinister eyes were not in line with his age.

Afterwards, he picked up a soul needle and inserted it into one of the black spots on the paper man.

"Bah!"

The paper was penetrated and a slight crisp sound was made.

The soul needle passed through a deadly point.

Chu Fan's hand did not stop, the next soul needle was inserted into another fatal point.

During this process, the smile on Chu Fan's face became more and more brilliant, and his grin became bigger and bigger, just like a demon.

...

"About the understanding of this poem, I personally..."

In the classroom, Fang Yu is in class.

Except for a small number of students who are looking down on their mobile phones, most of the students are listening attentively, staring at Fang Yu.

"The author's emotions are not outstanding..."

At this point, Fang Yu suddenly stopped.

The students who were listening enthusiastically looked at Fang Yu together, with a look of confusion.

"It's started? If so, don't blame me."

There was a sneer at the corner of Fang Yu's mouth.

He already felt a tingling sensation in the soul.

Obviously, Chu Fan started.