“BUG？”

Looking at Su Fang's questioning expression, Fang Mo didn't know how to explain.

It's really just a small bug.

This 3-star core circle named "Tamr-1083" is indeed a very good circle, but it is only good.

According to the standards of the Galactic Monks Federation, the core circle design level of the monk items is divided into 10 stars, with the lowest 1 star and the highest 10 stars.

The design drawings of the 3-star magic circle are indeed not very strong, and if they are placed within the scope of the entire galaxy, I am afraid that they will not be taken into the eyes of many monks at all.

But if it is placed in the Earth Federation, a 3-star circle is already quite a good circle.

The reason for this situation is that the year since the Earth Federation entered the cultivation stage is still too short, the accumulation is not enough, the foundation is insufficient, and the talent reserve in this area is also insufficient.

Therefore, in this flying sword design competition, I am willing to take out 5 3-star design drawings as a reward for the first prize, which is actually very generous.

But 3 stars are just 3 stars after all.

This circle is complete, and the effect is good, if it can be combined with a good suitable flying sword tire, and with a passable swordsmith, it should be able to create an equally good flying sword.

But that's about it.

In fact, there are still some omissions in this magic circle, or it is not completely reasonable, which Fang Mo has actually slightly noticed when he simulated drawing it in his body.

But only when he completely draws this circle in his body and really runs it, can he really detect the mistakes and omissions in this circle and what kind of impact it will bring.

Because of the insufficient estimation of these mistakes and omissions, and more importantly, because of the insufficient integration between this magic circle and his own body, this caused his sword qi to be unable to be perfectly increased when he operated the magic circle for the first time, and there was a conflict with his physical body, causing his meridians to be injured and forced to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Spurting blood or something, it was just a minor injury for Fang Mo.

Because of the influence of the sword qi in his body, he didn't spurt blood when he practiced the exercises before.

Spray, spray too much, I've long been used to it.

He immediately ran the exercises, made a little pranayama, suppressed the somewhat chaotic internal breath sword qi in the lower meridians, and readjusted his breathing and the state in the meridians.

After determining that the state was adjusted to seventy-seven or eighty-eight, Fang Mo returned his attention to his body, returning to the "Tamr-1083" 3-star magic circle.

The test just now not only made him discover that this magic circle not only has a lot of imperfections in himself, but also makes him discover a lot of places that are not suitable for use in his physical body.

This is quite normal.

After all, the human flying sword is different from the ordinary flying sword, the material is completely different, and the attention points are different in some coordination places.

In the sword man chapter left by Sword, the description of this aspect is very detailed, and Fang Mo has already been mentally prepared, but he was a little anxious just now, and he was not so well prepared.

"No wonder the requirements in the refining chapter are relatively high, there is no strong enough body, but it can't withstand the toss like this for a system plug-in."

Fang Mo muttered in his heart and began to carefully recall the situation during the first test just now.

Through the recollection of various details, Fang Mo redesigned this "Tamur-1083" magic circle, changed a lot of nodes that were not suitable for the previous and the magic circle was not perfect enough, and some small design schemes, and then re-tested.

Then we find the problem and test it......

Keep finding problems, keep testing......

……

……

The complexity of this circle is more complex than the core circle in the moth-type flying sword, and it is relatively troublesome to improve, but Fang Mo can change and test it at will in his body, and the improvement speed is not slow.

It took about an hour, and after 37 tests, Fang Mo finally settled on a perfect design plan.

After simulating it in his mind and in the meridians three more times, and after confirming that there was no problem, Fang Mo's mind turned, and the internal breath was generated from the sea of qi, flowing into the meridians, and soon circulated in the meridians to form a complete magic circle diagram.

It is the "Tamur-1083" magic circle (modified) that has been modified and improved by Fang Mo many times.

The inner breath flowed through the last meridian, and the magic circle was generated, and the internal breath, which originally contained a strong and fierce meaning, instantly transformed into an extremely strong, sharp aura, and at the same time, it was extremely heavy, and it was slightly different when using the "moth" type flying sword core magic circle.

After confirming that the improved magic circle no longer caused additional burdens on the body, and that each node was also functioning normally, Fang Mo was relieved.

Feeling the internal breath sword qi in his body that had changed his characteristics due to the change of the magic circle, Fang Mo's heart moved, and his palm was lightly raised, and he slapped it hard.

"Bang-"

As soon as the palm of the hand touched the ground, the sword qi in the palm of the palm leaked out, and it actually pierced a hole of the same size as the palm of the hand directly on the bluestone floor where he was sitting under the buttocks, with a depth of more than ten centimeters.

The edges of the incision are extremely smooth and neat, and at first glance, it looks as if the bluestone slab had such a hole in the first place.

Although it was slapped with his own palm, seeing this situation, Fang Mo still couldn't help but secretly speak, and was amazed in his heart.

Under normal circumstances, with his current Zhou Tian Realm 1st order realm, in fact, it was only about 4th order of the Qi Cultivation Realm's internal breath strength, and he would smash the bluestone slab at most with one palm, but it would never be possible to make such a deep hole so easily, as if it had been cut by some sharp blade.

It must be said that the effect of this "Tamur-1083" circle is indeed more significant than the core circle effect of the moth-type flying sword.

Or rather, the human flying sword refining left by Sword did have a miraculous effect.

"Bang-"

Fang Mo was thinking about whether he could continue to improve this magic circle when he suddenly heard a muffled sound beside him.

Turning his head in surprise, he saw Su Fang retract his hand on the bluestone slab, raised his head and smiled at Fang Mo, and shook his palm proudly.

Fang Mo looked down and saw the clear palm print on the bluestone slab that she had photographed, and immediately couldn't cry or laugh.

This guy, do you think you're competing with her to see who has a deeper palm print?

He rolled his eyes at Su Fang: "Please, you are a 10th-order monk in the Micro Realm, and I am just a small apprentice monk who has just broken through the Zhou Tian Realm, don't you feel ashamed to compare this with me." ”

"Nope." Su Fang shook his head, still grinning, and then pointed at Fang Mo. "You're going to get stronger."

"Oh, that's a good word for you."

Fang Mo smiled, and was about to speak again, when the personal terminal on his wrist suddenly sounded.

When I looked down, I saw that it was the time when the first game of the afternoon was about to start.

"Alright, it's almost time, I need to get ready for the afternoon game." While packing up the lunch box, Fang Mo said to Su Fang: "I will bring you a lunch box at noon tomorrow, or here, what do you think of this time?" By the way, do you have anything in particular you'd like to eat? ”

Su Fang first nodded, then shook his head.

"Oh, okay, see you tomorrow."

Fang Mo waved his hand at her and left straight ahead.

He didn't choose to go with Su Fang, because if he was seen walking with the first day in school, it would inevitably bring some gossip.

Fang Mo didn't care much about other people's discussions, just to avoid trouble.

And if it is seen, it is difficult to talk about what impact it will have on the Soviet side, so it is better to cover it up as much as possible.

The afternoon game started on time, and when Fang Mo arrived, he found that because he had been promoted to level 3, the opponent in the afternoon had indeed been replaced by a student with the same level 3 evaluation.

Looking at the classmate opposite who was holding a broad long sword in his hand, Fang Mo was slightly nervous.

This is the first time he has played head-to-head against a classmate with a Level 3 evaluation.

When he was a sparring partner in the Zhengde Martial Arts Hall before, although he had officially fought with many different people, those people were just some guys who were interested in cultivation, and there weren't too many people who specialized in cultivation, which was not the same as his classmates in school.

If you have to make a comparison, it is that one side is an amateur player, and the other side is a professional player.

This student can be rated as level 3, which proves that his performance in the last school internal martial arts competition is excellent, and at least he should have Zhou Tianjing's strength level or even higher.

In the past, Fang Mo had no chance of winning against him, but now he could compete with him.

"Hey, Fang Mo, don't mind if I use a weapon, right?" The two stood in the competition venue and said hello to each other, and the classmate named Feng Xiaoge on the opposite side suddenly raised the broadsword in his hand and asked.

"Huh? Ahh......h It's okay, don't mind. Fang Mo smiled and waved his hand. Could it be that when I encounter an enemy in the future, I will have to protest with him that I am not allowed to take weapons. ”

"Haha, if only you could understand." Feng Xiaoge laughed, holding the broadsword in his hand with both hands, with a hint of pride in his expression. "But I must remind you that this 'Thick Earth' flying sword was specially designed and built for me by spending 200,000 federal coins, and it is a 3-star flying sword. Although I haven't broken through to the subtleties and can't use its full power yet, you must not take it lightly. ”

"3 stars?" Fang Mo's heart moved.

The Galactic Monks Federation has a star rating for the core circle of the monk's equipment, but it does not give a corresponding grade evaluation for the instrument itself, because the magic circle can cooperate with different instruments and play different roles, and it is difficult to give a unified evaluation.

So generally speaking, the monks call an instrument a few stars, but they are actually talking about the level of the core circle inside it.

Feng Xiaoge said that the flying sword in his hand was 3-star, which meant that the core magic circle inside the flying sword was 3-star, which was the same level as the 5 core magic circle design drawings he had just obtained from the Su side.

"It's just right, you can test the flying sword of the core circle of the same level, and what is the effect when it collides with the human flying sword."

Thinking of this, Fang Mo couldn't help but be eager to try, and nodded to Feng Xiaoge.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful. Come on. ”

"Alright, let's get started!"

Feng Xiaoge let out a loud shout, and a faint red aura suddenly emanated from his body, not only enveloping his whole body, but also spreading to the "thick earth" flying sword in his hand.

Immediately, a strong aura erupted from the "Thick Earth" flying sword, as if a flame had suddenly been born, and it burned violently.

The next moment, Feng Xiaoge had already taken a big step and slashed over with a sword.

Fang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, and when the broadsword slashed in front of him, his feet were slightly wrong, he took a step sideways, and then raised his arm, which was directly blocked in front of him with his palm.

"K-"

The broadsword was impartial, slashing at the palm of Fang Mo's palm, but it made a crisp sound like a heavy exchange of gold and iron.