The Strongest Qi Refiner

The Immortal King was silent for a while and said, "That's a good way... If I can gather them in that position, I can bury them alive without even causing them to fight."

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

If the plan can be 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 family." The woman said.

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

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

...

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

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

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

The process of casting each magic weapon is the process of incorporating the magic formula into the item.

However, most of the time, the magic formula is integrated into the item before it is cast.

What Fang Yu has to do now is to add a 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 stack of white paper and began to calculate the magic formula.

...

Fang Yu stayed in the room the whole time, 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 a naive red lotus.

"What's wrong?" Fang Yu asked.

Red Lotus raised her little face, looked at Fang Yu, opened her mouth, and pointed outside.

Fang Yu went outside and found that Ye Shengxue had prepared 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 make it. If the taste is not good, please ask Mr. Fang..." Ye Shengxue, who was wearing an apron, said a little shyly.

"It's alright, as long as you can eat, I'm not picky eaters."

Fang Yu was already very hungry, and after sitting down, he immediately started.

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

At the dinner table, Ye Shengxue asked.

"Has it been two days?" Fang Yu asked, taken aback.

"Yeah, since President Zhao's group left, you haven't left the room for two days." Ye Shengxue said.

"I'm researching a new type of magic weapon." Fang Yu replied.

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

"Many years ago, I was an apprentice under a magic weapon master, and I can only be regarded as a little understanding." Fang Yu said.

"Many years ago..." Ye Shengxue was a little stunned, and then asked, "How is your progress? Are you done?"

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

"Oh." Ye Shengxue nodded.

After eating, Fang Yu returned to the room again and continued his research on the 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 Faculty of Arts and was about to walk up to the teaching building, but 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, "Last week I wasted your time and many of my classmates in order to be in the limelight."

Fang Yu squinted at Chu Fan.

Although the expression is sincere, the apology in his eyes is also successfully disguised.

With this kind of acting skills, Chu Fan may be able to deceive a thousand people, but he can't deceive Fang Yu, who has lived for nearly 5,000 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 really kind." Chu Fan said gratefully.

Between the words, a wicked look flashed in Chu Fan's eyes.

At the same time, Fang Yu also knew why Chu Fan wanted to get close to him on purpose.

In Chu Fan's trousers pocket, there was a little man wrapped in paper, with the corresponding runes already engraved on it.

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

In this way, this paper talent will take effect.

This is a magic technique with a very magical nature in the physiognomy, the soul-turning technique.

Using the breath on the human body, simulate a complete soul of a person and bless it in the paper figurine.

After that, use the paper figurine to cause irreversible damage to the soul of the deity.

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

Even within the sect, the practice of soul transfer is not allowed.

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

It is not surprising that Chu Fan can use the soul-turning technique.

Fang Yu was only surprised that he and Chu Fan had only met once last week, and there was not much conflict.

Why didn't Chu Fan use the soul-turning technique to deal with him?

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

Fang Yu put his hand on his shoulder and said with a smile, "We're going to class later, where are you going?"

"Uh, Professor Fang, I didn't actually take your class. Last week, I just followed a friend to take a class..." Chu Fan said.

"Oh, that's it." Fang Yu nodded and said, "I suggest you come to my class. It's very beneficial. You'll regret it if you don't come."

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

"Okay, then you can go." Fang Yu released his hand and let Chu Fan leave.

Chu Fan turned around, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and it became extremely sinister.

Attend class?

After this week, you'll miss out on class forever!

Chu Fan slowly walked outside the school.

His parents were brought up by his grandfather since he was a child, and he 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 told him to be ruthless when he went out!

If he is a good person, he will die like his parents did!

Chu Fan remembered this sentence.

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

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

Chu Fan didn't have any concerns.

A man who makes him lose face in public has no need to live.

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

He placed a small paper figure on the table, standing in the middle of the nine candles.

There are seven black dots on the body of the paper figurine.

These seven are the fatal points of the soul.

As long as it is inserted with a soul needle, Fang Yu's soul will also be greatly damaged!

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

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

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

It was now three twenty 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 100 students!

"Don't blame me, who told you to mess with me?" A sneer appeared on the corner of Chu Fan's mouth, the sinister venom in his eyes did not match his age at all.

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

"呲!"

The paper was pierced, making a slight crisp sound.

The soul needle passed through a fatal point.

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

During this process, the smile on Chu Fan's face became more and more bright, and the most grin became bigger and bigger, like a devil.

...

"As for my understanding of this poem, I personally..."

In the classroom, Fang Yu was in class.

Except for a few students who were playing with their phones with their heads down, most of the students were listening very carefully, all staring at Fang Yu.

"The emotion of the author is not outstanding..."

Speaking of this, Fang Yu suddenly stopped.

The students who were listening to their enthusiasm all looked at Fang Yu with a puzzled look on their faces.

"Started? If so, don't blame me."

Fang Yu's mouth curled into a sneer.

He had already felt the slightest itching in his soul.

Obviously, Chu Fan started.