She has hundreds of thousands of supernatural powers, but she always says she is weak.

Chapter 164 This is too difficult, no one can do it

As Teacher Song finished speaking, the ball slowly floated into the air and then began to rotate slowly.

At this time, two areas are displayed on the screen. The left side is a dynamic video of the ball rotating, and the right side is a picture of the ball still.

Many people nodded as they watched.

The diameter of this ball is only about 6 centimeters, and a spiritual snowflake inside it is about the size of a fingernail.

"It's okay, it's okay. It shouldn't be difficult for such a small thing."

So everyone picked up the ball in their hand and started trying.

When mental power was injected into it, the white substance inside that looked like lines began to twist, run or escape, just like catching fish in the water.

The speed of the spirit increased, and the lines moved faster. Sometimes, after controlling a few, they would immediately disperse.

Or the lines are not what you want, sometimes long and sometimes short, which makes people feel upset.

After a long struggle, someone broke down and shouted, "Teacher, are you sure only two people can pass?"

Not to mention freezing them into ice crystals, even controlling them to stop them from running around is a bit difficult.

"You took one look at it and made it right away. I thought it was very simple. I thought it would just take some time, so I did it..."

Teacher Song smiled and said, "You don't have to surpass me. I'm just setting an example for you. If you want to be like me, you can't reach that level yet."

“That’s all you need to do.”

As he spoke, another area appeared on the right side of the screen and a video started playing.

The white lines inside a ball continued to gather towards the center and condensed into a regular hexagon.

Then a tip emerged from each corner, slowly growing longer and turning into sharp branches.

Each branch splits into two branches, one on the left and one on the right.

"This is the operation process for outstanding students. You only need to make six main trunks, and then split off branches from each trunk."

Everyone started talking.

It's a bit far-fetched to call this a snowflake. It looks more like a hexagon with spikes on it. It's really too different from the teacher's one that almost looks like a real snowflake.

Then I carefully counted the number of the teacher's branches.

Each main trunk is divided six times, and each branch undergoes a second, even smaller division, also six times.

This comparison makes me realize where the teacher’s strength lies.

"This student has achieved this level on her first try." Teacher Song's smile deepened, as if he was proud of talking about his favorite student.

Everyone exclaimed: "First time?"

Although this person cannot compare with the teacher, he is indeed better than most people.

Especially since I just tried it myself, I know how difficult it is.

This process also gave them inspiration and new ideas: condense the whole first and then carve the details, instead of thinking about condensing ice crystals directly.

Everyone started trying again, and this time it was obviously much smoother, but new problems arose.

The hexagon was crooked and deformed at every turn, and the spikes quickly retracted.

After all, to create the hexagon is a cohesive force, while growing outward is a diffusion force.

With more diffusion force, it is easier to turn the hexagon into a strip.

As the power of aggregation increases, it will always be a whole without any spikes sticking out.

"No wonder it's called spiritual training, it's so sophisticated..." Some people were already sweating.

Blues spun the ball in his hand, "Want to play, Xiuyan?"

"Compared to what?"

"Let's see who finishes first. If I win, I'll eat the food you cook. If you win, you cook and I'll eat."

"Hmm?" Zuo Xiuyan smiled, "Whether I win or lose, it seems like I'm in no benefit?"

"You found out." Blues chuckled. "I was just teasing you. Let me change the terms. If you win, you can ask me for one thing. If I win you, I can ask you for one thing. How about that? Of course, it can't be anything excessive, don't worry."

Zuo Xiuyan looked at Lan Tiao's expression and said, "It seems that you are very confident in mental control."

"Who knows." Blues smiled and shrugged slightly.

"Okay." Zuo Xiuyan responded softly and looked down at the ball in his hand.

And Blues stopped laughing and started to concentrate on the control.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Suddenly someone shouted, "It's done!"

Many people's hands trembled, and they immediately turned around and glared at him: "What are you yelling about? I finally fixed a piece, and it's broken again!"

"Sorry, sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I was too excited." The boy apologized quickly.

Teacher Song said, "Okay, let me take a look." He turned and looked at the screen behind him.

At this time, the area on the far left that originally displayed the instructor's video disappeared, the still picture moved to the left, and the area in the center showed the man's appearance. The picture continued to zoom in and focused on the ball in his hand.

The ball began to float and rotate under the power of Teacher Song, and the camera in the room showed every detail inside it clearly.

Inside are two crude and simple "snowflake" shapes.

The hexagon as the main body is not regular, the length of each side is not consistent, and the branches extending out are thick and thin.

"Well... I did pass." Teacher Song murmured.

"Yes! I'm the first one, the first one!" The boy clenched his fists and waved his arms continuously in front of his chest.

Teacher Song turned back and frowned: "But you are too impatient, just pursuing speed. Don't take it lightly just because it is in the classroom."

The boy froze and put his hand down awkwardly: "I, I'll practice some more."

At this moment, a few people who originally wanted to say that they had completed the task quickly lowered their heads again.

Most of the class time had passed when finally a second person said he had finished.

This time, Teacher Song nodded with satisfaction: "Okay. Although the edges are still a little rough, the approximate distance is almost there. Let's make some more improvements."

More and more people finished their work, and those who were free looked exhausted. They leaned back in their chairs, and their bodies couldn't help but slide down a little.

Someone has already laid on the table, eyes closed, face full of pain: "I feel like my head is going to explode. It feels like I have stayed up for 10 days without sleep and have to go out to run an 8-meter ultramarathon..."

"It's not dead. Just go home and get some more sleep."

"I'm afraid that once I close my eyes, I'll never be able to wake up again..."

Everyone spoke weakly.

"I studied so hard for a class, but I still couldn't catch up with that outstanding student."

"Yeah, I just laughed at the example shown and thought it was too simple compared to the teacher's. I never thought that what they did was actually quite good. They had all the necessary frameworks and the details were also very well done."

"Or the teacher might use it as a teaching model."

"I think most people have already completed this. I don't think anyone can make it to that level anymore."

"Teacher, I'm done." A somewhat lazy voice sounded.

Everyone looked at the screen and said, "Oh my god!"