Chapter 522 You Will Regret It!

The Immortal King was silent for a while and said: "Not a bad 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 can succeed, the progress of recasting the 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 are told. No matter what you need, you can always tell me and I will provide help." 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 at 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 method 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 Guren.

"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.

"It turns out that he 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?"

Ye Shengxue asked at the dinner table.

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

"Yes, I 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.

"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 understand it a little bit," Fang Yu said.

"Many years ago..." Ye Shengxue was a little dazed, and then asked, "What's your progress? Are you done?"

"How can it be so easy to make a magic weapon? It's not even half of 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 emerged from 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." Chu Fan said apologetically, "Last week I wasted a lot of time with my 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 well 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 the 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 such a kind person." 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.

Using the breath of the human body, a person's complete soul is simulated and blessed 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 wouldn't Chu Fan use the Soul Transformation 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: "There will be classes soon, where are you going?"

"Uh, Professor Fang, I didn't actually choose this course. I just took the class with my friends last week..." Chu Fan said.

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

"Haha, next time. I happen to have something to do today." Chu Fan laughed dryly.

"Okay, let's go." Fang Yu let go of his hand and let Chu Fan leave.

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

Class?

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

Chu Fan walked slowly outside the school.

He had no parents since he was a child, and it was his grandfather who brought him up, and at the same time taught him the physiognomy he had learned throughout his life.

Grandpa was the only person he respected in this world.

Before Chu Fan left his hometown, his grandfather once told him that when he went out, he must be cruel!

If he was a good person, he would die like his parents!

Chu Fan remembered this sentence.

So, after being fooled by Fang Yu last week, this week he decided to use the most cruel way to get rid of Fang Yu completely!

Physiognomy will not leave any evidence. Fang Yu died, and no one knew who did it.

Chu Fan had no worries.

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

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

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

There were seven black spots on the body of the paper man.

These seven were the fatal points of the soul.

As long as the soul needle was inserted, Fang Yu's soul would also be greatly damaged!

If all the fatal points were inserted with the soul needle, Fang Yu would die on the spot!

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

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

It was already 3:20 in the afternoon.

Fang Yu should still be teaching at the podium at this time.

Now is the best time.

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

"Don't blame me, who messed with me?" Chu Fan's mouth curled up a sneer, and the viciousness in his eyes was totally inconsistent with his age.

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

"Squeak!"

The paper was penetrated, 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, Chu Fan's smile on his face became brighter and brighter, and finally became bigger and bigger, like a demon.

...

"Regarding my understanding of this poem, I personally..."

In the classroom, Fang Yu was teaching.

Except for a few students who were playing with their mobile phones, most of the students were listening very seriously, 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, with a puzzled look on their faces.

"It's started? In that case, don't blame me."

Fang Yu's mouth curled up a sneer.

He already felt a slight itching sensation in his soul.

It was obvious that Chu Fan had taken action.