The legend about Rakshasa Valley is not a secret at all in the cultivation circle. Over the years, many people have been looking for the entrance to Rakshasa Valley.
Whether domestic or foreign, many cultivators from the West are eyeing this treasure land. The Rakshasa Valley has extinct resources in this world. If the Rakshasa Valley is contracted like a fish pond owner... reaching the pinnacle of life is no longer a daydream.
Most people search for Rakshasa Valley from the perspective of profit, but Luo Pang has Luo Pang's pursuit. His purpose of entering Rakshasa Valley is just to find a thousand bones. To create a peerless scabbard, thousands of bones are an indispensable material.
So after seeing the hope on Luo Pang's face and the eyes that contained endless hope, Lord Throwing Thunder suddenly felt a little panicked...
"Xiao Hei has only detected some suspected fluctuations in the Rakshasa Valley, and it is not completely confirmed yet. If you want to enter the Rakshasa Valley, you still have to rely on some chance..." said the Thunder-Throwing Lord.
In fact, this statement has made it very clear. Rakshasa Valley is like a place like a peach blossom garden, which most people can only meet but cannot seek. There are only a handful of cases recorded in historical books that successfully entered the Rakshasa Valley, and although many people are said to have brought out the so-called extinct resources in the Rakshasa Valley after leaving the Rakshasa Valley, for those in the Rakshasa Valley All experiences were forgotten.
So there is another theory that Rakshasa Valley does not actually exist at all.
The real Rakshasa Valley is just an illusion created by the ancient powerful ones. The reason why some people say that they have brought out extinct resources from the Rakshasa Valley is actually because of the illusion.
None of this information is a secret. Whether it is Lord Throwing Thunder or Fatty Luo Luo Chuang, they feel like Ming Jing'er.
And it is obvious that Luo Pang is unwilling to give up: "No matter what, I want to give it a try. Ever since I met Lord Jingke, I know that my wish to build a peerless sword has been shattered. No matter how hard I make the sword, It is impossible to surpass Master Jingke..."
When Fatty Luo said this, he held up the hands of True Lord Throwing Thunder with excitement: "So, whether we can create a peerless scabbard depends entirely on you, Brother Lei!"
The corners of Zhenjun Grenade's mouth suddenly twitched, and then he took away Fatty Luo's greasy hands with some disgust on his face, trying hard to keep a smile: "I try hard..."
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It is still the Wednesday of the ninth week of school on June 22.
A lot of things happened this morning because of the old devil's live interrogation.
Teacher Pan had to come to class early to start suppressing the "riot."
Because the noise in the class this morning was no longer the noise she could hear just after walking out of the office. According to Teacher Pan, she had already heard the shouting in the class as soon as she came out of the subway entrance next to the school.
It can only be said that as the teaching pioneer of No. 60 Middle School, Teacher Pan deserves to be called Teacher Pan.
It is said that the head teacher has a good ear, and Wang Ling feels that this is not true at all...
But suppression is suppression, and Teacher Pan seems to be in a particularly good mood today.
All the crows in the world are as black as black. There is one thing that all head teachers in the world like to do, that is, they love to compare the students in their own class with the students in other classes.
Teacher Pan rolled up his sleeves, supported the podium with both hands, and sighed with a look of hatred: "I don't even know what to say to you. The gap between the two elite classes in our No. 60 Middle School is getting bigger day by day. Can't you just imitate Fang Xing from the next class?"
This name made Wang Ling suddenly raise his head.
Because he seemed to have heard it somewhere.
But I only heard this name recently, just after the escape contest.
Later, Wang Ling found out that Fang Xing was the new transfer student. Moreover, he was transferred from a neighboring city and was directly placed in the elite class. There are only two elite classes in No. 60 Middle School. One is Wang Ling's Grade 1 and Grade 3 classes, and the rest are Grade 1 and Grade 2 classes. Fang Xing is the new transfer student in Class 1 and 2 of high school.
Originally, Guo Erdan wanted to talk about this matter in the morning, but the news of the old devil's live interrogation was too big, and the matter of the new transfer student was just like Wang Feng who was robbed of the headlines and was selectively ignored by everyone. .
During the morning class, Teacher Pan did not hesitate to praise the transfer students. However, this still cannot satisfy the curiosity of the students.
So when get out of class was over, Guo Erdan was surrounded. Two girls, Rong Sun and Lin Xiaoyu, were taken as representatives to test the reality of classmate Fang Xing next door.
"Is there any news about the transfer student? Where did he transfer from?" Chen Chao asked curiously.
"Have you ever heard of Tianshi Emperor Zhong?" Guo Erdan clicked his tongue and said.
Everyone shook their heads. Rather than not knowing this high school, it was better to say that they had never even heard the name.
"An uncle of mine told me that this is an aristocratic high school in Jinghua City, built on a spiritual mountain. Although it is an aristocratic high school, not everyone can attend it. The annual selection is very strict, and the number of students enrolled is limited." Guo Erdan held his chin up and looked thoughtful: "So, this Fang Xing's identity must not be simple."
"If his school is so good, why did he choose to come to our No. 60 Middle School?" someone asked.
"I heard from my uncle that if you want to study in Tianshi Emperor Middle School, one of the mandatory requirements is to buy a room in the school district next to the school. Mr. Fang's family has now moved to Songhai City, so he chose to transfer to another school. As for why I chose No. 60 Middle School... I don't know." Guo Erdan spread his hands helplessly.
"But in addition, I also heard that this classmate Fang Xing has only been in No. 60 Middle School for just one day, and has already caused three major events..." Guo Erdan.
"Which three?"
"The first thing is that when classmate Fang Xing just came to school, he directly challenged Patriarch Yu. Patriarch Yu and him used the wooden sword used for teaching to fight. After the two swords were exchanged, Fang Xing's wooden sword was not damaged, and Yu The clan leader's sword turned into sawdust... and when the wind blew, it turned into sand. Classmate Fang Xing said that his sword technique is called "You are the wind, I am the sand." "Guo Erdan.
Everyone: "..."
"The second incident was at the freshman reception. Old Antique went to explain our school's campus culture to Fang Xing, but Fang Xing fell asleep. So, Old Antique threw a piece of chalk at Fang Xing... Then, he caught it!”
Everyone: "..."
"The last thing is also the scariest thing. In order to welcome classmate Fang Xing, Juan's mother specially made a dish for him to eat..." Guo Erdan.
Just hearing the word Juanma made everyone tremble. They thought that before the escape competition, Guo Erdan had suffered from Juan's mother's "rice ice".
"If we use that Rice Bingbing dish as the basis for scoring, the toxicity of Rice Bingbing would be three stars. Then the 'Shenluo Tianzhu' made by Juan's mother... the toxicity would be five stars!"
Guo Erdan's eyes were horrified as he said, "And that classmate Fang Xing, after eating Juan's mother's 'Shenluo Tianzi'... actually escaped without any harm."
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Now, even Wang Ling was frightened.
(End of chapter)