Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Fang Lang actually had speculations about the identity of Zao Wou-ki. After all, although Zao Wou-ki looked simple and honest, the pressure that spread out from time to time in his body made Fang Lang soberly aware that Zao Wou-ki’s cultivation was definitely not. weak.

　　 Therefore, Zao Wou-ki's admiration for the mysterious lady in Chunyunzhai is enough to explain the excellence of the mysterious lady.

　　Although Zao Wou-ki is honest, he still smelled an unusual smell from Fang Lang's smile, this kid's smile...it's tricky!

　　 Therefore, Zao Wou-ki became vigilant.

　　 Fang Lang finally failed to enter Chunyunzhai, Zao Wou-ki did not let him in, and the pavilion master of Qianfei Pavilion also blocked him with a smile on his face.

　　 Even though Fang Lang is really passionate, he wants to get to know the mysterious lady who came down from the Imperial Capital in Chunyunzhai.

　　 A door of Ke Chun Yun Zhai blocked Fang Lang.

　　 Let Fang Lang understand that this door, like a sky, separates the two worlds.

　　The gap between classes, heaven and earth.

　　 At least Fang Lang understood that he is not qualified to enter the opponent's eye.

　　 Fang Lang's heart was eager, and he gradually calmed down, his brilliant smile gradually converged, and the corners of his mouth remained upturned.

　　 This encounter, like a basin of cold water, cooled his fiery mood of getting the system.

　　 However, Fang Lang was holding a fire in his heart. Sooner or later, it could be like a prairie fire, sweeping across the vastness.

　　 "Thank you, Miss, for helping me today. I will keep this kindness in my heart."

　　 "Waves below, the only way to go, the waves of the rivers and lakes."

　　 Fang Lang flicked his sleeves in the direction where Chun Yunzhai was.

　　 The body stands straight, and the spine is as strong as frosty grass, neither humble nor overbearing, as if it exudes the stubbornness of a teenager who refuses to admit defeat.

　　 Zao Wou-ki and Pavilion Master Xiao did not say anything, but they could also feel the vigor and vitality of the young man.

　　 Chunyunsai.

　　The young girl Jiang Linglong's green jade finger gently rubbed the ten thousand gold space ring on her finger.

　　 Hearing the boy's words from outside the door, his red lips were slightly raised.

　　 "A little thing, no need to worry, goodbye bye."

　　 Jiang Linglong said.

　　 She still didn't give her name after all.

　　 She just admires the young, ten years of hard practice in swordsmanship, which is something she may not be able to do.

　　 Outside the door, Fang Lang glanced at the door that was concealed by Zao Wou-ki's wide and fat figure. Vaguely, he could see a pair of beautiful eyes, deep as an abyss.

　　 Behind Fang Lang, Yang Zhengyi and Ni Wen were breathing, not daring to gasp.

　　 The other party did not report his name, and Fang Lang did not force it.

　　 Fang Lang smiled and turned around, and Yang Zhengyi and Ni Wen followed.

　　 The setting sun is like blood, smearing the sky with yellow and yellow clouds.

　　 The three of them walked out of the Qianfei Pavilion, Yang Zhengyi made a "click", slammed the pinch of bangs in front of his forehead, and gasped for breath.

　　 "The prodigal son... so depressing! Who is in Chunyunzhai? The cards are so good that the cabinet master of the Qianfei Pavilion is actually covering him!"

　　 Yang Zhengyi seemed to be venting the depression in his heart, letting go of the chattering box, chattering, and constantly asking.

　　 Ni Wen lowered his head and followed them timidly.

　　 Fang Lang with a smile on his face, walked steadily along the long street.

Finally, when she reached the corner of the street, Ni Wen and Fang Lang said goodbye. She timidly stretched out her hand from the sleeves of the slender blue shirt, posed it, lowered her head, and said inaudibly "see you tomorrow". The "Deng Deng Deng" trot disappeared into the corners and alleys. That direction was a dark corner under the bustling Luojiang City.

　　 The afterglow of the setting sun shone down, seeming to add a touch of shame to the girl.

　　……

　　 The lights are on.

　　 Fang Lang returned to Fang Mansion.

　　Because Fang Lang came back late, Lao Fang went to Jiaofang Division again, Fang Lang still missed him after all.

　　 After eating the dinner prepared by the maid, Fang Lang strolled in the courtyard, the sky filled with stars, reflected in the waterside pond in the atrium.

　　 Fang Lang stretched out, but he still had some regrets in his heart.

　　 Going shopping with Ni Wen, isn't it an in-depth exchange related to spiritual practice? !

　　 The system really doesn't give any loopholes.

　　 "The training funds have been distributed to the host space jewelry, please check it carefully."

　　 The system prompt pops up.

　　 Fang Lang squinted.

　　 The spiritual mind bound by the space ring on the index finger trembled slightly, and a voice rang out.

　　 "Your space ring contains five thousand Datang gold coins and fifty low-grade spirit crystals."

　　 This is not the prompt sound of the system, but the sound from the space ring.

　　 Fang Lang rubbed the space ring and smiled.

　　 With a move of mind, he floated into a space of about five cubic meters, which contained five thousand gold coins and fifty low-grade spirit crystals.

　　 This is the training fund after the system upgrade.

　　 Fang Lang exited the space ring, and there was a black egg floating in front of him.

　　 This is the black reward egg in the system's inventory. It is the reward after completing the task.

　　 Fang Lang is a little curious. He used to give out rewards directly, but now it is actually this way.

　　 "This egg...how to use it?"

　　 Fang Lang asked.

　　 "Ding, this is a reward egg. The reward egg is divided into six levels: black, blue, silver, gold, diamond, and colorful. Please smash it hard to get the reward in the reward egg."

　　The system is explained by Fang Lang.

　　 Fang Lang's eyes lit up, is this the feeling of drawing a lottery?

　　 is quite the feeling of hitting a golden egg in a previous life lottery.

　　 raised his hand, a golden hammer appeared naturally in his hand, grinned, and smashed it towards the black reward egg with some expectation.

"Snapped!"

　　 The egg shell shattered, and light began to emerge from it.

　　The cracked eggshell gradually turned into a ghost and disappeared.

　　 "Congratulations to the host for the reward [Specialized Flying Sword Control Technology] and the supporting [Royal Sword Order]."

　　 "The acquisition of [Royal Sword Order] is legal, reasonable and effective, and the host's name is registered. It does not violate the laws of the Tang Dynasty. Please rest assured to use it."

　　 After smashing the reward egg, the reward that jumped into his eyes made Fang Lang's eyes bright.

　　 This is a hand-sized token. The token is engraved with a magic circle. This magic circle is used to activate the formation in the flying sword. Only in this way can the flying sword be activated, and the sword can be used in the sky.

　　 Specialized flying sword control technology flows into Fang Lang's spirit through memory and muscle transmission.

　　 Same as he learned to draw swordsmanship before, Fang Lang soon felt like he was an old driver.

　　In my memory, I once drove a flying sword soaring above the sky.

　　 Through his memory, Fang Lang also understood that if he could pass the [Royal Sword Order], even a sword apprentice would have the qualification to fly to the sky.

Because, with the development of practice, the practitioners developed the magic array and engraved it in the flying sword, making the flying sword a means of transportation. As long as the formation is not damaged, they have the [Royal Sword Order]. And if you have enough spirit crystals, you can easily control the flying sword soaring into the sky.

　　 The speed is faster than that of the powerful sword repair and the imperial sword, so it gradually swept the Tang Dynasty and became the standard for travellers.

　　 Fang Lang simply compares and understands that the Flying Sword of the Tang Dynasty is similar to the car in the previous life, and it is a kind of transportation.

　　 smashed his mouth. Although Fang Lang was excited, he was a bit regretful.

　　 After all, he doesn't have his own flying sword, and now this technique and the reward of [Royal Sword Order] seem a bit tasteless.

　　 Moreover, this reward did not help him in the scientific examination, after all, the scientific examination did not test the Biaojian level.

　　 It's better to have a few more booster cards.

　　 So, there is still some disappointment.

　　 After taking a walk in the courtyard, Fang Lang returned to his house and planned to start practicing.

　　 Although he got the system, Fang Lang understood that he just had the hope of becoming stronger, and he would even work harder than before.

　　 There is one more vacancy in the binding object bar.

　　 This means that Fang Lang can bind the second genius, but if there is no target for the time being, Fang Lang is not in a hurry to bind.

　　 Fang Lang thought of the mysterious girl in Chunyunzhai of Qianfei Pavilion. According to Zao Wou-ki's description, Fang Lang wanted to reserve her for the next place, even though he still didn't know her name.

　　 On the table in the room, there are ten low-grade spirit crystals, which the Lao Fang prepared for Fang Lang.

　　 Fang Lang felt warm in his heart and put away the ten spirit crystals.

　　 "I will end my practice early, and I have to go to the training building tomorrow to learn about the ‘sword-questioning meeting’ mentioned by the refresher.”

　　 Fang Lang let out a spit of breath.

　　 I empty my thoughts and sink my mind.

　　 "Switch the **** subject's practice status." Fang Lang said.

　　 "Ding, successful switching, I wish you a happy practice."

　　 The system prompt popped up, and soon fell silent.

　　 Fang Lang took out the spiritual crystals in the training funds provided by the system from the space ring and began to refine.

　　 Boom!

　　 Fang Lang felt the aura in the spirit crystal, and began to slowly surging in the meridians.

　　 The night is getting darker.

　　 The waning moon is like a hook.

　　 Fang Beihe returned from Jiaofangsi to Fang's house full of alcohol, passing by the small courtyard where Fang Lang was, watching Fang Lang's swaying lights in Fang Lang's house, working hard to cultivate.

　　 What does he work hard to do business and socialize for?

　　 is not to give Fang Lang, who has no talent for spiritual cultivation, a future, a future that can be stable after failing the scientific examination.

　　Who doesn't want to have a son Jackie Chan?

　　 Under the moon, Fang Beihe leaned against the courtyard wall full of alcohol, with a smile of relief on his face.