"Whoa, la, la—"

The sound of broken wood falling to the ground immediately alarmed the rest of the people who were concentrating on the design of the magic circle.

Everyone raised their heads one after another, looked in the direction where the sound came from in astonishment, and saw that Fang Mo was also standing there with a confused expression, raising his right hand, looking like he was going to paint the void.

"Maba, I forgot." The corners of Fang Mo's mouth twitched.

Just now he completed the drawing of the core magic circle in his body, and with his own special internal breath, as well as the basic exercises of the human body flying sword mentioned in the swordsman chapter, he had actually turned himself into a flying sword just now, and it was still a flying sword that had been opened.

Just now, when he pressed down with that palm, the magic circle in his body naturally flowed, and the internal breath that flowed into it and the vitality energy absorbed in it were mobilized, which was basically equivalent to a sword splitting down.

The table in front of him was just an ordinary wooden table, how could it withstand his fierce sword aura when the civilian flying sword was activated, and it naturally fell apart.

Fang Mo glanced down at the broken pieces of wood in front of him, as well as the brushes and blank drawings scattered all over the place, and then looked up at the surprised eyes of the other contestants around him, and then turned his head to look at Su Fang beside him.

When there was an accident just now, Su Fang, who was beside him, was the closest and reacted the fastest.

However, her reaction was different from the others, and the first action she made was to move her right hand and slap a palm at the void between herself and Fang Mo.

Fang Mo could clearly perceive that a soft aura emanated from Su Fang's palm, completely neutralizing the fierce aura emanating from Fang Mo's body, just offsetting the scattered sword qi.

Not only did Su Fang not suffer any damage, but she also protected the table in front of her, so that the drawings on it were still intact, and she did not let Fang Mo suffer any backlash or shock force because of this.

Judging from this point alone, it can be known that Su Fang is worthy of being the most famous genius in the school, and just this palm shows her strength far beyond Fang Mo.

Su Fang was tilting his head to look at Fang Mo at this time, but he didn't show surprise like the others, but there was a trace of doubt and concern in his eyes.

"Ah, a little surprise, haha......"

Facing Su Fang's gaze and the surprised eyes of others, Fang Mo could only scratch his head and put on a simple and innocent smile, trying to vague the past.

Of course, there were some staff members in the competition venue who were responsible for supervising and assisting the whole game, and when he heard the movement here, a man in his thirties walked over, looked down and saw the neatly cut pieces of wood on the ground, tugged at the corners of his mouth, shook his head at Fang Mo, and showed a helpless smile.

"This gentleman, in this competition, we are comparing the ability to design the core magic circle of the flying sword, not ...... Your ability to cut wood with a flying sword. Please concentrate on the design and don't disturb the other contestants, okay? Otherwise, you and your companions will be kicked out for disturbing the order. ”

"Ah, okay, no problem, just an accident, an accident, hehe...... Hey hey ......"

Fang Mo nodded again and again, showing an apologetic smile very cooperatively.

He came in this time because of the invitation letter from the Soviet side, and it would be fine if he himself was sentenced to lose, and it would be bad if he was sentenced to lose and go out together with the Soviet side.

Fortunately, the staff member didn't criticize too much, and after saying a few words, he summoned someone and changed Fang Mo with a table and a stack of design drawings.

However, before leaving, he still glanced at Fang Mo deeply with a warning look.

"There is not much time left until the end of the competition, so please hurry up and complete the design with your companions."

"Okay, no problem." Fang Mo agreed.

Seeing that the staff turned to leave, Fang Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and when he turned his head, he found that Su Fangzheng was looking at him with an interested gaze, as if he had seen a novel toy.

Fang Mo gave her an angry look.

"Look at what? Are you done? ”

Su Fang grabbed it casually and picked up two drawings from the table in front of him, on which two patterns were densely drawn, and at first glance they were two complete magic circle design drawings.

Fang Mo couldn't help but be taken aback.

A genius is a genius.

This guy is not only a genius in cultivation, but he is also a genius in refining.

In such a short period of time, she actually designed two magic circles, and it seemed that her attainments in this area were deep enough.

At least Fang Mo can't compare to it now.

However, Fang Mo was not discouraged, he gave Su Fang a thumbs up, first slowed down his mood, let the Yuan Qi energy absorbed in his body dissipate, and only maintained the basic framework of the magic circle in his body, and then carefully grabbed the pen and drawings and drew them carefully.

There is no accidental sword qi coming out of the body, Fang Mo can steadily grasp the pen and draw with peace of mind.

While comparing the magic circle formed in his body, he copied it little by little on the drawings.

Because it was the first time to do the core circle design and the first time to draw drawings, Fang Mo's speed was not fast.

And in order to compare the magic circle formed in his body, he was very careful with every stroke, and he had to check it again, which was even slower.

After he cut one piece in the east and one piece in the west, this circle was actually not complicated, it seemed simple and straightforward, but it still took him nearly an hour to fully depict it.

By the time he had done it again and confirmed that the circle was perfect, it was just time for the game to end.

"Here, let's hand it in together."

Fang Mo participated in the competition as an assistant to the Soviet side this time, so when he heard the staff announce that the time for the competition was up, he stuffed the drawings that had just been checked directly to the Soviet side.

Su Fang took it and looked at it, seemed to be a little puzzled, thought about it, she took the pen and solemnly added two words to the drawing.

Square ink

Seeing her movements, Fang Mo was stunned, and then a little funny.

"What? Does this need to be specifically marked with my name? Do you think I can win an award for this drawing? Come on, I'm a pure newbie. ”

Su Fang shook his head, carefully put the drawings completed by Fang Mo and the two design drawings he completed together, and was about to hand them in together, but Fang Mo snatched them back again.

Fang Mo took a pen and erased the two words "Fang Mo" on the drawing, and said to Su Fang seriously: "I'm just your assistant, or don't belong to the name." ”

Su Fang tilted his head and looked at Fang Mo suspiciously.

Fang Mo still had a serious face.

Just kidding, the design of this magic circle is based on the core magic circle of the "moth" type flying sword, although Fang Mo has made a lot of modifications, and ordinary people can't see the truth, but if it is seen, it is not to find something to do for himself.

Seeing that Fang Mo was very serious, Su Fang thought about it and no longer insisted, so he handed over the design drawings of the two of them together.

When Su Fang came back, Fang Mo looked left and right, and found that the other contestants had actually left one by one, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Hey, isn't it out today?"

Su Fang nodded and pointed three fingers into the depths of Fang Mo.

"Three days later?"

Su Fang continued to nod.

"That's ......"

Fang Mo thought about it and felt that this was reasonable.

After all, there are hundreds of teams participating in the competition today, and even if each team submits 3 drawings, there are more than 300 drawings in total, but it is not possible to check and review it in a while and a half, and it is naturally impossible to get the results on the same day.

However, this made Fang Mo feel a little painful.

If you can't get the results on the same day, why do you have to organize so many people to do the on-site design? Isn't that an extra move?

Just thinking that it should be impossible for him, a novice, to win the award, so whether it was possible for Su Fang to win the award, Fang Mo suddenly felt that his sleeve was being pulled.

When he looked down, he found that Su Fangzheng was looking at him expectantly.

Fang Mo was stunned, and then understood.

"Hey, you're not going to have dinner with me, are you?"

Su Fang nodded.

"It's delicious."

Fang Mo was speechless for a moment.

"It's delicious, so you're up to me? Do you plan to let me cook for you every day in the future? ”

Su Fang seemed to have just discovered that something was wrong at this time, lowered his head and thought for a moment, showing an obvious expression of disappointment, then waved his hand at Fang Mo, turned around and left.

"This character is really ......"

Looking at her back, Fang Mo didn't have any temper for a while.

Of course, Su Fang is not a guy who relies on people to eat and drink, she is just obviously not good at communicating with people in a normal way.

"I don't know how she grew so big."

Fang Mo shook his head, he didn't bother to pay attention to it so much, seeing that it was getting late, the major booths in the cultural center had already been cleaned up at this time, and after thinking about it for a while, he didn't rush back, but turned around each of the remaining booths.

Although it is not as colorful as in the morning, you can still see a lot of good exhibits, including many unique refining designs.

Even if it's not all flying swords, it's good to use them as a reference.

After a circle, Fang Mo felt unfinished.

In the past, he only read the classics in the elite library, and studied on his own with the chapters left by Sword, which was inevitably a bit closed-door, but now after coming into contact with the actual monk's equipment, especially after experiencing the design of the flying sword, he has improved him far more than just reading books.

"It would be nice if there was still such a practical operation, but whether it is refining the sword by yourself or directly buying the core circle design plan, it will take a lot of money, where can I find so much money?"

Fang Mo was a little worried.

After pondering like this for a moment, a pretty figure suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have rejected her so firmly."