The legend of Devil Valley wasn't a secret in the cultivation circle at all, and a lot of people had been looking for its entrance all these years.
Whether it was at home or abroad, even cultivators from the West had their eyes on this treasure trove. Devil Valley contained resources that were extinct in the modern world. If one could contract Devil Valley like the owner of a fish pond … reaching the pinnacle of one's life wouldn't be a pipe dream.
Most people looked for Devil Valley for the sake of profit, but Fatty Luo had his own pursuits. His goal in entering Devil Valley was just to find a One Thousand Dried Bone. A One Thousand Dried Bone was an essential material to create a peerless scabbard.
So when he saw the hope on Fatty Luo's face and the boundless hope in his eyes, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was instantly a little flustered.
"Little Black has only detected some fluctuations that seem to be from Devil Valley, but can't be completely sure yet. If you want to enter Devil Valley, you'll have to rely on some luck, "said Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal.
What he said was actually already very clear: Devil Valley was like a land of peach blossoms, which most people could only come across but not search for. There were very few recorded cases of people successfully entering Devil Valley. Furthermore, after many people walked out of Devil Valley, although it was said that they brought out the so-called extinct resources in Devil Valley, they had completely forgotten about their training in Devil Valley.
So there was another theory: Devil Valley actually didn't exist at all.
The real Devil Valley was nothing more than an illusion set up by an ancient Almighty. The reason why people said that they had brought out extinct resources from Devil Valley was actually because they had been hit by an illusion spell.
This information wasn't a secret; whether it was Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal or Fatty Luo Chuang, they were as clear as a mirror.
And it was very clear that Fatty Luo wasn't willing to give up. "No matter what, I want to give it a try. Ever since I met Lord Jingke, I knew that my dream of creating a peerless godly sword had been shattered. No matter how I make a sword, it's impossible for me to surpass Lord Jingke … "
Speaking up to this point, Fatty Luo held up Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's hands with an excited expression on his face. "So, whether or not I can create a peerless scabbard is all up to you, Brother Lei!"
The corners of Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's mouth twitched abruptly, and he pulled Fatty Luo's oily hands away in disdain as he tried to maintain a smile. "I'll try …"
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It was still June 22nd, the ninth Wednesday of the semester.
A lot had happened that morning because of the Old Devil's live broadcast of the trial.
Teacher Pan had no choice but to come to the class early to start suppressing the "riot."
This was because the noise in class that morning was no longer what she had heard when she had just stepped out of the office. According to Teacher Pan, she had already heard the clamor in class as soon as she came out of the subway next to the school.
It could only be said that as a pioneer teacher at No. 60 High, Teacher Pan was in the end Teacher Pan.
It was said that the teacher-in-charge had a good ear, and Wang Ling felt that this wasn't false at all …
But suppression aside, Teacher Pan seemed to be in a particularly good mood today.
All the crows in the world were black. All the head-teachers in the world liked to do one thing, and that was to compare the students in their own class with the students in other classes.
Teacher Pan rolled up her sleeves and propped both hands on the lectern as she sighed in exasperation. "I don't know what to say to all of you. The gap between our No. 60 High School's elite classes is growing wider by the day. Can't you learn from Fang Xing in the next class? "
Wang Ling abruptly raised his head at this name.
Because he seemed to have heard it somewhere.
But he had only heard this name recently, after the survival contest.
It was only later that Wang Ling learned that Fang Xing was a new transfer student. Furthermore, he had transferred from a neighboring city and was directly placed in the elite class. No. 60 High School only had two elite classes in total. One was Grade One, Class Three, which Wang Ling was in, and the other was Grade One, Class Two. Fang Xing was a new transfer student in Grade One, Class Two.
Dopey Guo had wanted to talk about this in the morning, but the news of the live broadcast of the Old Devil's trial was too big, and everyone had chosen to ignore the new transfer student, just like Wang Feng, whose headlines had been stolen.
In the morning class, Teacher Pan was already very generous in her praise of the new transfer student. But this still wasn't enough to satisfy the students' curiosity.
Therefore, as soon as the class was over, Dopey Guo was surrounded. Lotus Sun and Feather Lin had been sent next door as representatives to sound out this Classmate Fang Xing.
"Any news on the transfer student? Where did he transfer from? "Super Chen asked curiously.
"Have you heard of Tianshi Imperial High School?" Dopey Guo tsked.
Everyone shook their heads. Rather than not knowing this high school, it would be better to say that they hadn't even heard of it.
"An uncle told me that it's Jinghua City's aristocratic high school, and it's built on a spirit mountain. Although it's an aristocratic high school, not everyone can attend it. Every year, the selection process is very strict, and the number of students admitted is limited. " Dopey Guo cupped his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face. "So, this Fang Xing's identity definitely isn't simple."
"Since his school is so good, why did he choose to come to our No. 60 High School?" someone asked.
"I heard from my uncle that if you want to study at Tianshi Imperial High School, you have to buy a house in the school district next to the school. Classmate Fang's family has now moved to Songhai city, which is why he chose to transfer. As for why he chose No. 60 High School … I don't know. "Dopey Guo spread his hands helplessly.
"But apart from that, I also heard that this Classmate Fang Xing has already caused three major events in his short one day at No. 60 High School …"
"Which three?"
"The first is that as soon as Classmate Fang Xing arrived at the school, he directly challenged Clan Leader Yu. Clan Leader Yu and he exchanged blows with a wooden sword used in teaching. After the two of them exchanged blows, Classmate Fang Xing's wooden sword was completely unscathed, while Clan Leader Yu's sword directly turned into sawdust … when the wind blew, it directly turned into sand. Classmate Fang Xing said that his sword technique was called 'You Are the Wind, I Am the Sand.' "Dopey Guo said.
Everyone: "…"
"The second event was at the reception for the new students. Old Antique went to explain our school culture to Classmate Fang Xing, but in the end, Classmate Fang Xing fell asleep. Thus, Old Antique threw a piece of chalk at Classmate Fang Xing … and he caught it! "
Everyone: "…"
"The last event was also the most frightening. In order to welcome Classmate Fang Xing, Mother Juan specially made a dish for him to eat … "Dopey Guo said.
Just hearing the two words "Mother Juan" already made everyone tremble uncontrollably. They recalled that before the survival contest, Dopey Guo had once suffered from Mother Juan's "fan bing bing 1."
"If we use that fan bing bing as the basis for the evaluation, if the toxicity of the fan bing bing is three stars, then the toxicity of the fan bing bing is three stars. Then Mother Juan's' Heavenly Steamed Divine Conch '… is five stars in toxicity! "
Dopey Guo said with a horrified expression, "And that Classmate Fang Xing, after eating Mother Juan's' heavenly steamed godly snails, 'he's actually completely unscathed."
"…"
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