The Immortal King was silent for a while and said: "It's a good idea... If I can gather them in that position, I can bury them alive without even causing them to fight."
One body of flesh and blood of a warrior is worth three bodies of ordinary people.
If the plan succeeds, the progress of rebuilding the physical body will be accelerated a lot.
"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 clan," the woman said.
"Just do as you say. No matter what you need, you can always tell me and I will help you." The Immortal King said solemnly.
"Thank you, King, for your trust." The woman lowered her head and knocked it on the ground.
…
After Gao Yang and others left, Fang Yu returned to the room.
After washing, Fang Yu sat in front of his desk, took out the ethereal ring and the teleportation talisman, and thought about how to embed the teleportation method 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 integrating the magic formula into the object.
However, most of the time, the magic formula is integrated into the item before it is even cast.
What Fang Yu needs to do now is to add the teleportation formula 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, and time passed quickly.
It wasn't until there was a knock on the door that Fang Yu jumped out of that selfless state.
Opening the door, standing in front of him was an innocent-looking Honglian.
"What's wrong?" Fang Yu asked.
Honglian raised her little 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, and the aroma was overflowing.
"So you can also cook." Fang Yu said.
"I'm not good at cooking, so I'm just trying 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, as long as you can eat it, I'm not picky about food."
Fang Yu was already very hungry, so after sitting down, he immediately started to eat.
"Mr. Fang, what have you been doing these two days?"
At the dinner table, Ye Shengxue asked.
"Has it been two days already?" Fang Yu was stunned and asked.
"Yes, you haven't left the room for two days since President Zhao and his group left." Ye Shengxue said.
"I'm researching a new type of magic weapon." Fang Yu replied.
"A new type of magic weapon? Mr. Fang, can you also make magic weapons?" Ye Shengxue asked in surprise.
"Many years ago, I was an apprentice under a magic weapon master, and I can only have a vague understanding of it," Fang Yu said.
"Many years ago..." Ye Shengxue was a little dazed, and then asked, "How is your progress? Are you done?"
"How can it be so easy to make a magic weapon? It's not even half the progress." 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 wasn't until Wednesday afternoon that he came out of his room, left his apartment, and headed to Nandu University.
Fang Yu came to the School of Liberal Arts and was about to walk up to the teaching building when a boy ran up to 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 that of many classmates just to be in the limelight."
Fang Yu narrowed his eyes and looked at Chu Fan.
Although his expression was sincere, the apology in his eyes was also successfully disguised.
With this kind of acting skills, Chu Fan might be able to deceive a thousand people, but he couldn't deceive Fang Yu, who had lived for nearly five thousand years.
"I accept your apology."
But Fang Yu didn't want to expose Chu Fan, he wanted to see what Chu Fan wanted to do.
"Professor Fang, thank you, you are so kind." Chu Fan said gratefully.
As he spoke, a sinister look flashed in Chu Fan's eyes.
At the same time, Fang Yu also knew why Chu Fan deliberately approached him.
In Chu Fan's trouser pocket, there was a small paper figure with corresponding runes engraved on it.
The reason why he stepped forward specifically was to let the paper man absorb Fang Yu's aura.
In this way, this paper talent will take effect.
This is a technique that is extremely witchcraft in physiognomy, the soul transfer technique.
Use the breath of the human body to simulate a person's complete soul and bless it in the paper man.
Afterwards, the paper man is used to cause irreversible damage to the soul of the deity.
Because this technique was too cruel, it was listed as a forbidden technique by the Righteous Alliance many years ago.
Even within the Xiang 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's not surprising that Chu Fan can use the Soul Transformation Technique.
Fang Yu was just surprised. He and Chu Fan only met once last week and there was no major conflict.
Why didn't Chu Fan use the soul transfer technique to deal with him?
"Then I'll leave first, Professor Fang." Chu Fan knew that the paper man had absorbed enough breath, so he turned around and left.
Fang Yu put his hand on his shoulder and said with a smile: "Class will start soon, where are you going?"
"Well, Professor Fang, I didn't actually choose your course. I just came to take classes with my friends last week..." Chu Fan said.
"Oh, that's right." Fang Yu nodded and said, "I suggest you come and take my class. It will be of great benefit. If you don't come, you will regret it."
"Haha, maybe next time, I happen to have something to do today." Chu Fan said with a smile.
"Okay, then let's go." Fang Yu let go of his hand and let Chu Fan leave.
Chu Fan turned around, the smile on his face disappeared instantly and became extremely sinister.
Attend class?
After this week, you will lose the opportunity to attend class forever!
Chu Fan slowly walked outside the school.
His parents raised him since he was a child, and his grandfather also taught him the physiognomy he had learned throughout his life.
Grandpa is the only person he respects in this world.
Before Chu Fan left his hometown, his grandfather once told him to be ruthless when he was away from home!
If he were a good person, he would die like his parents!
Chu Fan remembered this sentence.
Therefore, after being teased by Fang Yu last week, this week he decided to use the most ruthless method to completely eliminate Fang Yu!
Physiognomy will not leave any evidence. Even after Fang Yu died, no one knew who did it.
Chu Fan didn't have any worries.
There is no point in living for someone who embarrasses him in public.
Chu Fan returned to the single room he rented off campus and lit nine candles on his desk.
He placed a small paper figure on the table and stood in the middle of the nine candles.
There are seven black spots on the body of the paper man.
These seven are the fatal points of the soul.
As long as the soul needle is inserted, Fang Yu's soul will be greatly damaged!
Insert all the fatal points into the soul needle, and Fang Yu will die suddenly on the spot!
Chu Fan held seven black soul needles in his right hand and roasted them on the candle fire.
Then, he took out his mobile phone and looked at the time.
It was already 3:20 in the afternoon.
At this time, Fang Yu should still be teaching on the podium.
Now is the best time.
He wanted Fang Yu to die suddenly in front of more than a hundred students!
"Don't blame me, who asked you to mess with me?" A sneer appeared at the corner of Chu Fan's mouth, and the viciousness in his eyes was completely inconsistent with his age.
Then, he picked up a soul needle and inserted it into one of the black spots on the paper man's body.
"Bah!"
The paper was penetrated and made 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 brighter and brighter, and finally the grin grew wider and wider, like a devil.
…
"My personal understanding of this poem..."
In the classroom, Fang Yu is in class.
Except for a few students who were playing with their mobile phones with their heads down, most of the students were listening attentively and staring at Fang Yu.
"The author's emotions are not prominent..."
At this point, Fang Yu suddenly stopped.
The students who were excited after hearing this all looked at Fang Yu with confusion on their faces.
"Has it started? In that case, don't blame me."
Fang Yu's lips curled into a sneer.
He could already feel the slightest itching sensation in his soul.