Qian Sanjiang pondered how to report to the Sect Leader.
"Sect master this blood spirit seven swords, this kid is obviously into the door, the killing power is also enough, so short time to do this, if the Sect master knows, should be very pleased ..."
Qian Sanjiang is thinking about how to use Fang Che this point, to help himself to shoot a loud ass.
Workplace Well, to cha rice, not shabby.
After all, the offerings are quite a lot of it.
...
Fang Che sat on the carriage, closed his eyes and rested his mind.
In his mind, he was weighing up the martial arts students who had 'accidentally' stopped by to watch the strife.
''Wei Zihao is the most suspected, but he shouldn't be the only one. The other one, Qing Ziyue, who is far away and looks a bit thin, is also somewhat suspicious.''
''But I don't want to move them now, for one thing it's useless, for another it's too close to their family, it's easy to attract trouble to their own family; thirdly, if we keep them, when we arrive at the Martial Academy we can look for trouble at any time, especially if we want to create a commotion and pass on the news, we can use them at any time, a natural shield... '
'All of these can be used as a backhand. It's too much of a waste of resources to move them now.''
''For this kind of resource that can be abused at any time, it must be cherished.''
Fang Che sat in the car with his eyes closed, his face calm.
In his mind, however, he was searching.
''I came out on this trip, then I have to enter the martial arts academy, once I go in, I don't know when I can come out, hey, I didn't go to the martial arts academy in my previous life ... I don't know the rules.''
''I have a Night Dream following me around, and, in the dark, there should be someone watching me. No matter if it's the Great Hall of Subduing, or the One Heart Sect, they won't let me out of sight.''
''But going here, there are ultimately some inconveniences, and I don't know how the Golden Horned Jiao is cultivating now. I wanted to bring it with me, and I don't know if I have the chance.''
Fang Che's gaze was contemplative as he looked into the distance.
That was the direction of the BAIZHANG peak.
It itself belonged to the outskirts of the Forest of Ten Thousand Spirits.
It was not very far from where he was staying now. It was only more than five hundred miles.
''But if the Golden Horned Jiao isn't cultivated to the point of formlessness, wearing it on one's body would not be very useful. There is even the risk of leaving the Extreme Yin Land to dissipate.''
Fang Che eventually gave up on this intention.
There was an Extreme Yin Land over there, let the Golden Horned Jiao cultivate for a while longer.
Rather let it wait for a few more months, or even a year or two, it was still much better than going over there now in case it was exposed or dissipated before its cultivation was complete!
Fang Che gently exhaled, no longer thinking about this matter.
The Golden Horned Jiao was a backhand that he had prepared for himself early on.
When Nightmare had not appeared, Fang Che had been considering this dark move.
This was because as a soul body, passing on news was just too convenient.
Even the last time he designed the Su family, although it was an accident, there was also the idea of sending those guys to the Golden Horned Jiao to replenish their bodies in it.
He had been waiting, waiting for the Golden Horned Jiao to turn tangible into intangible, and when the soul body cultivation was further advanced, it would be received by his side.
Even now that he had Nightmare, he hadn't given up on this intention.
However, until now, this plan that had been foolishly moving around, could still only be put on hold for the time being.
''Step by step plans that can affect the long term must not be moved ahead just because it's convenient and good!''
...
Finally, it had arrived at the Forest of Ten Thousand Spirits.
The car driver had already returned, as an ordinary person with just a bit of force, traveling up to here was already the limit.
And Fang Che had only brought it up by now: I'll buy this carriage of yours, you go back by yourself.
Fang Che offered twice the price.
The coachman agreed very quickly.
But he was puzzled: if you want to buy it, why don't you buy it earlier?
Why don't you buy it earlier?
Fang Che of course will not buy early, he is in the carriage while sitting comfortably resting, while also combing ideas; although the ideas have long been clear, but ... more enjoy a moment is a moment.
Because the carriage driver can only drive the car by himself after he left!
Nightmare could only ride in the car.
--The next things, all have to be done independently by themselves to be considered an achievement.
But the young master driving the car maid sitting in the car this kind of thing, Fang Che was a little unbalanced in his heart, so he insisted on sitting halfway down the road.
"Go in and sit!"
Fang Che had a dark face, "This young master personally drives the car."
"Ah?"
Nightmare was confused.
The big round eyes looked at Fang Che in confusion.
The sun had come out from the west and suddenly started to be considerate again?
Could it be that she finally realized this girl's peerless beauty?
"After leaving the Forest of Ten Thousand Spirits, if you still haven't improved, I'll sell you into a green house!"
Fang Che threatened, then picked up the horse whip, "Ride!"
Nightmare: ...
...
Nightmare sat cross-legged in the carriage and waited.
Her big eyes kept rolling up, and on her pretty face, she was speechless.
It was because Fang Che had left her and the carriage in the forest and went to hunt demonic beasts by himself.
"How can you be so relieved? I'm such a delicate beauty just thrown in the forest like this, and on the surface it seems that I only have a Martial Apprentice Third Grade cultivation, not afraid that when I come back, I'll have turned into a pile of bones left to be gnawed on?"
"What a lack of compassion at all."
"This heart is also too big!"
Although he complained in his heart, he still had to make a face of terror on his face, huddling in the carriage, not daring to move a muscle.
In his heart, he was just praying.
Don't let any fierce beasts come over.
Otherwise it would really be exposed.
...
Fang Che was like a ghost, traveling through the dense forest, and wherever he passed, he couldn't even bring half a bit of leaves ringing.
His target was the demonic beasts in the forest. Demonic beasts below the sixth level!
Level one demonic beasts, one hundred kernels, one academy point, level two, fifty kernels, one point, level three ten kernels, one point, level four two kernels, one point, level five, one kernel, two points, level six, one kernel, twenty points.
But a level six demonic beast is basically equivalent to the battle power of a martial artist around the fifth grade.
As for the seventh level ... cough, do not want to.
Once it appears one has to be prepared to become a turd.
Fang Che's goal was not level one, level two, level three at all.
That was too slow.
So as soon as he started, he went straight to the depths of the jungle.
For the first and second level demonic beasts that were startled up in the jungle, he didn't give a damn.
But the deeper he went, the more Fang Che felt that something was wrong.
Yet, he couldn't tell.
In front of a dense bush, in the thick grass, Fang Che finally stopped suddenly.
Looking at the bushes, looking at the grass, looking at the surrounding trees, that 'something is wrong' feeling grew stronger and stronger.
But exactly what was wrong, it was impossible to say.
Couldn't help but ponder.
If there is a feeling, there must be a situation. But where was this situation?
He gazed and pondered, looking over grass by grass, shrub by shrub, and tree by tree.
The wrong place was in the environment, but where was the wrongness of the environment?
After looking for a long time, a light flashed in his head and he suddenly remembered the two people who had hijacked the road.
Because of those two people, Fang Che paid extra attention to the environment.
At that time, those two people stood underneath a thick tree with glittering leaves and fat blades.
Looking in front of them again, although the shrubs grew vigorously, no matter whether it was trees or grass, the leaves were thin, not so much that they were malnourished, right, but they couldn't be said to be nutritious either.
The shrubs were thin, but the bark was mottled, so you could tell they were old.
The same was true of all the trees next to it - unlike when they first entered the jungle, where they were thick and several people hugged them, there were hardly any trees larger than a hug.
Yet, judging by the patina of the bark, they were clearly much older than the trees outside.
In the bushes, there were some rotting animal carcasses.
Fang Che turned them over, they were all rotting thoroughly, but in terms of fur color, they were still a bit distinct.
Fang Che pondered for a long time, and put his eyes on the surroundings, the sunlight shone in, dappled with light.
''This forest is not right, according to reason, the trees in the depths of the dense forest, which are rarely visited by people, should be extraordinarily thriving, but this vast piece of it is the opposite, could it be a geological reason?''
There was no sense of crisis flashing, only an inexplicable silence.
Standing here, one could clearly hear the beating of one's heart. There was a vague sense of panic that wasn't obvious.
Other than that, there was nothing unusual.
Nothing was found.
Fang Che exhaled.
It is better to engage in points first, and these abnormalities ... are slowly considered. However, it is absolutely impossible to ignore the past.
...
the shadows.
A one horned strange snake whose skin is basically exactly the same as the surroundings, and which is indistinguishable from the surroundings, noiselessly drills out, and with a roll of its long snake letter, the two second level small demon foxes not far away are caught in its mouth.
Was enjoying the food, suddenly a sword light fell, dead nailed in seven inches.
The strange snake's body spasmed up, its body twisted violently, hitting the big tree next to it.
But the sword had already nailed the strange snake.
A moment later, the sword was pulled out and turned into a shocking bolt.
With a poof, the strange snake's head was directly chopped off.
Blood splattered.
Fang Che dripped the snake's blood onto the nametag and then placed the dug out inner core of the strange snake inside.
A circle of light appeared on the nameplate.
The inner core and the blood disappeared at the same time.
A few lines of words appeared.
Bibo City, Fang Che.
Points, zero point five.
This strange snake was undoubtedly a rank four demonic beast.
"Only level four."
Fang Che was a bit dissatisfied and immediately got up, penetrating into the jungle.
In a quarter of an hour's time, Fang Che's points changed to; three.
...
Sitting in the fork of a large tree, gnawing on dry food, Fang Che's heart was a little gloomy.
''These points are really not good to obtain.''
Six level 4 demonic beasts, only three points.
This was still due to Fang Che's rich experience in the jianghu and his clearer understanding of demonic beasts' living habits, and his ability to quickly determine where the demonic beasts were hiding based on the environment.
From this, it could be seen that this hundred points was by no means a good thing to take.
''We have to look for the demonic beast cluster to do so.''
''This entire area of trees and grass that is hundreds of miles square has malnutrition, it is not out of this area yet, what exactly is the reason?''
Fang Che swept down from the tree.
A few hours later.
Fang Che returned to the side of the carriage covered in blood, Night Dream was trembling in the car, "Gong ... Gongzi, have you returned?"
"Look at this bit of guts of yours."
Fang Che grunted, took off his dirty clothes, changed his clothes, and threw them into Night Dream's arms, "Wait for a chance to wash."
"Yes."
After three hours of fierce battle, Fang Che got twenty-one points.
It was a far cry from one hundred points.
Driving the carriage, he walked a few dozen miles ahead.
Then stopping again, he got off with his sword, and under Night Dream's gaze, fluttered into the jungle, disappearing in an instant.
Nightmare noticed that Fang Che paused before entering the jungle, seemingly deliberately observing the trees along the roadside.
Couldn't help but wonder: what was there to see in the trees?
...
In the dense jungle, power suit teenagers could be seen weaving in and out almost everywhere.
Some of them were still in the midst of fierce battles.
Fang Che quickly crossed over everyone, his body like a sharp arrow, and entered the edge of the forbidden area.
Here, there would definitely be some higher-ranked demonic beasts.
Sure enough, in a canyon, Fang Che found a surprise.
A group of rank five Bloodtooth Demon Wolves.
There were more than a hundred demon wolves in the pack, and that was just what was seen.
"I'll go, it's close to two hundred points!"
Fang Che got excited.
The next step was how to exterminate it.
After all, the demon wolves would never just stupidly wait here and not move to let themselves be killed.
Moreover, a group of rank 5 demon wolves, their battle power was not low, and there must be a wolf king among them!
This group of demonic wolves, their fur wasn't bright either, their nutrition wasn't very good, they should be very hungry, right?
He paid attention.
The surrounding trees and grasses were still the same. Alive, but, malnourished, it seemed to be that the land just ensured that these plants were alive - the most basic of them.
Beyond that, there was little else to give.
Some of the trees had animal corpses of the kind underneath them, and the leaves didn't have leaves that were fat and shiny, and it seemed that the dead demonic beast's corpse didn't provide any additional nutrients for these plants either.
After looking for a while, Fang Che quietly retreated.
A few moments later, he returned again, with an extra packet of medicinal powder in his hand.
...
In a certain large hall of the White Cloud Martial Academy.
A group of the Martial Academy's teaching staff were staring at a large illusory screen in front of them.
Next to it, were two pillars piled high with seven-colored spirit crystals, emitting a brilliant glow of pure energy that was supporting the light screen.
On the light screen, were countless people's names, each displaying the number of points behind their names.
"The number of applicants is a bit high this year."
A martial arts academy professor looked at the large list with some interest, "Ten thousand positions, there's actually no room for them, and there are still those who didn't make the list."
Another sighed and said, "I only hope that the 10,000th place, won't be higher than thirty points."
Everyone else had a bitter smile on their faces.
This was because outside of the ten thousandth place, the list was not displayed, and thus there was no way to know who to admit.
"The most in so many years was eight thousand two hundred people admitted, and there is still a great distance from ten thousand. Don't worry, it won't go over."
"En, the one who is in the last place right now, still has zero points. It's been a day."
"That's true, from nine thousand two hundred down, all have zero points. Above that, there are also quite a few that still have less than one point."
A white-bearded old man looked up at the list scrolling above and said, "Is there a fix for the top hundred?"
"Not yet. But the top ten, someone has already ascended to fifty points."
"Yo? Look."
The crowd looked at the ten names at the far left top.
Qiu Yun Shang; sixty-two.
Ding Solitary: forty-nine.
Xie Gongping: forty-eight.
Fire Begins to Burn: forty-seven.
Mo Dang Yun: forty-three.
Fang Che: Thirty-nine.
Ximen Xu Ri: thirty-eight.
...
was watching, suddenly Fang Che's numbers jumped twice, instantly becoming forty-three, tied with Mo Dang Yun, then jumped again, forty-five, forty-seven, forty-nine ... all the way directly jumped to ninety-one, high in the first place.
There was only such a short time as taking a breath.
Only then did it stop.
Everyone was suddenly dumbfounded.
What is this ... situation?
......
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