Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Chapter 13: ? Me, great god, take the lie down

　　 The next day.

　　 When the light of the morning sun dissipated, the dew hanging on the leaf tip was also evaporated.

　　 Fang Lang sat on the bed, and in front of him, there were six or seven lingering remnants scattered.

　　 This is the result of his hard work overnight.

　　 Fang Lang opened his eyes. After discussing the improvement with Ni Wen, the drawbacks of the practice method were reduced a lot, and the smoke on Fang Lang's head was much less during practice.

　　 The aura in his body skyrocketed again, but the only pity is that Fang Lang still failed to step into the Sixth Stage Swordsman.

　　 Although it is only at the level of swordsman, the more aura is needed to break through, the more you go.

　　According to Fang Lang's estimation, if he wants to reach the 9th dan in a short time, fifty low-grade spirit crystals are definitely not enough.

　　 If you can't reach the nine-duan swordsman before the scientific expedition, in the scientific expedition of the Tang Dynasty, it will be difficult to emerge and become a genius who chooses the top sect.

　　 Therefore, Fang Lang still felt a sense of urgency.

　　 Fang Lang is ambitious. He wants to be a genius who chooses the top sect, not a student chosen by the sect.

　　 I cultivated hard for the whole night, and both the spiritual mind and the physical body couldn't hold it. He left the house, relaxing every cell of the body, breathing the fresh air in the morning light.

　　 Fang Lang went to the lobby.

　　 Zao Wou-ki is eating again, and Lao Fang and Lao Zhao have a very happy conversation.

　　 Fang Lang saw Zao Wou-ki, and after a slight surprise, a free smile appeared on his face.

　　Old Zhao glanced at Fang Lang, with a smile.

　　 Lao Fang seemed to feel the weird atmosphere between Fang Lang and Zao Wou-ki, his eyes fluctuated slightly, but he didn't say anything.

　　 After breakfast, Fang Lang and Lao Fang left Fang Mansion and rushed along the Long Street towards Luojiang Academy.

　　……

　　 Luojiang Academy.

　　 Teaching and Learning Building.

　　 Fang Lang stepped into the second floor of the training building, stepping on the wooden floor, making a creaking sound.

　　 On the floor, many teachers took teaching plans and walked through the corridors. They raised their eyebrows in surprise when they saw Fang Lang, but they didn't come to ask about one or two.

　　 The resting place for warming up is in the eighth room on the second floor of the teaching building. When Fang Lang arrived, there were already many people standing in the room.

　　 makes the small room quite congested.

　　 In addition to Fang Lang's familiar warming and education, there are three figures. One is an old man with white hair and white beard, sitting on a chair with the vicissitudes and gentleness of seeing through the world.

　　 The other two are a man and a woman.

　　 The male wears a student green shirt.

　　 When Fang Lang came in, he caught the man's attention, his gaze swept over, glanced at Fang Lang, and then moved away automatically.

　　 The man's appearance is very delicate, but his aura is strong, and he exudes a self-confidence of "I am a genius" just standing.

　　 As for the young girl, she was wearing a veil and couldn't see her face. She was slender, but her eyes exposed through the veil were as beautiful as stars.

　　 Jiang Linglong glanced at Fang Lang, and there was no wave in his eyes.

　　 Fang Lang also looked at the girl, vaguely feeling a little familiar.

　　 The old man looked at Fang Lang with a smile on his face.

　　 Fang Lang's heart shuddered and bowed: "Dean Cui."

　　 This old man is the dean of Luojiang Academy. It is rumored that he is a high-ranking master master who controls Forbidden Curse. He possesses terrible destructive power in every gesture.

　　 "Your name is Fang Lang? The little guy is very good."

　　 Dean Cui smiled and nodded.

　　He was watching the sword under the Yangliu outside the martial arts arena, but he saw Fang Lang's amazing sword by chance, so he was a little impressed with this young man.

　　 Wen Jiaxi stood by Dean Cui respectfully, and when he heard the dean praise Fang Lang, a flash of surprise flashed across his eyes.

　　 "Dean, these two are the students I selected to participate in the Sword Questioning Conference held by the'Sword Shuzong'."

　　 "This is Liu Bubai, a student from the first book building, a nine-duan swordsman, and seventh on the gold list."

　　 "This is... Fang Lang, a student from the seventh book building, a fifth-stage swordsman."

　　 Wen Jiao Xi introduced: "In addition to the girl Jiang Pei Jiang introduced by the dean, the three are the students representing our Luojiang Academy for this competition."

　　 The old man lays his palms flat on his knees, his face is stacked with wrinkles, and he smiles kindly.

"Wen Sword Conference, Jian Shuzong invited more than two hundred academies in the Datang world to participate. Luojiang Academy also made brilliant achievements in Wenjian Competition in the early years. However, these years have been lonely. Most of the students You won’t even pass the first round...this year, you have to work hard."

　　 The old man's gentle voice encouraged Fang Lang and Liu Bubai.

　　 Inspired by the dean himself, the sword repair genius Liu Bubai was so excited that he couldn't help nodding. Jiang Linglong, who was wearing a veil and whose alias was Jiang Pei, was still cold, just nodding slightly.

　　 Dean smiled, stood up, crouched back, and patted Fang Lang on the shoulder.

　　 "Boy, behave well."

　　 Dean Cui smiled and left the room.

　　 In the room, only Wen Jiaxue and Fang Lang were left.

　　 Wen Jiaxi looked at the girl wearing the veil and said with a smile: "Miss Jiang, I heard the dean said that you are a genius sword repairer from the Imperial Capital. Can you tell us about your cultivation level?"

　　 The words of warming up and learning made the atmosphere in the room a little weird.

　　 Jiang Linglong's brows frowned slightly, then, Dai's eyebrows were soothing, and he nodded slightly: "Sword Master."

　　 Teach your eyebrows.

　　 The fifteen-year-old swordsman is indeed a genius from the Imperial Palace.

　　 Fang Lang's eyes were condensed. Although it was only a short word, Fang Lang heard a familiar taste.

　　 This girl... is the girl in the Qianfei Pavilion yesterday!

　　 Liu Bubai heard that the girl had come from the Imperial Capital and possessed the cultivation of a swordsman. Her arrogant head slightly pressed down and nodded towards Jiang Linglong, but... Jiang Linglong ignored her.

　　 This makes Liu Bubai's face a little ugly.

　　 He Liu Bubai, the first student of swordsmanship in this class, possesses the unique pride of sword repair.

　　 After eating closed doors at Jiang Linglong, Liu Bubai was also cold.

For Fang Lang, Liu Bubai didn’t care. There was a five-stage swordsman who was basically arranged by Luojiang Academy to make up the number. After all, not everyone was willing to participate in the "Ask the Sword Competition" near the scientific expedition, wasting the last one. Sprint time.

　　 Wen Jiao doesn't care much about the awkward atmosphere among students.

　　 He looked at Fang Lang, with a serious and earnest voice, and said, "Your cultivation level is only five stages, but you have a solid foundation in swordsmanship. Therefore, this time you ask the sword competition, you still have hope."

　　 "Of course, don't go for the purpose of getting extra points in the scientific examination, you have to go for the purpose of learning."

　　 Wen Jiaoxi said.

　　 "Ms. Jiang Pei and Liu Bubai are both good students for you."

　　 For Fang Lang, he still admires the warming and training, his roots are very poor, but being able to practice such a hand of swordsmanship definitely suffers a lot.

　　 Although practice depends on the roots and the roots, it is also suitable for practice together if you suffer from hardship and become a master.

　　 "Sir, Fang Lang is no more than a five-stage swordsman. Although it is said that Wenjian is only pure swordsmanship, it is difficult to master swordsmanship without sufficient cultivation base."

　　 "So, Fang Lang, you don't have to put too much pressure on you. A personal battle with Miss Jiang Pei and I won't help you, but you still have a chance to lie down and win the team battle on behalf of Luojiang Academy."

　　 Liu Bubai put his hands on his chest and nodded his chin towards Fang Lang.

　　 He is very confident and the meaning in the words is obvious.

　　 I, God, lie down.

　　 Hold on to the waves and just lie down.

　　 Jiang Linglong glanced at Liu Bubai at this time, and a word of silence flashed in his eyes.

　　 Fang Lang's swordsmanship is very clear to her. The top swordsmanship that can be achieved by UU reading www.uukanshu.com is also very competitive when looking at swordsmanship alone, regardless of the level of cultivation.

　　Who takes who to lie down...I really can't tell.

　　 Fang Lang smiled gently.

　　 This Liu Bu white man is not bad, but he is simply too confident.

Upon seeing the situation, Wen Jiao stood up, looked at the three of them, and said, "Then make this decision. After class is over in the afternoon, you will gather at the martial arts field. I will give you some simple training and the rules of the competition. Time It's getting late, go back to the library."

　　 Fang Lang and the three people walked out of the teaching building one after another.

　　 Liu Bubai patted Fang Lang on the shoulder, meaning to let Fang Lang lie down, everything is said without saying. After that, the young boy's blue shirt was flying, holding his chin proudly, and turning away.

　　 Jiang Linglong wore a veil, and did not say anything to Fang Lang and Liu Bubai. She was proud like a Tianshan snow lotus, out of reach.

　　 Fang Lang looked at Jiang Linglong's back, and the corner of his mouth was slightly raised.

　　 "Jiang Bae?"

　　 finally knew her name.

　　 Fifteen years old, second-grade sword repair professional, sword master.

　　 This talent... can only be described as terrible.

　　 Sure enough, there is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and there is another village in the dark.

　　 The vacant position of Fang Lang's fetters can finally come in handy.

　　 Seeing a real person, and knowing the name, how about thinking?

　　Tie her!

　　 "The system, bind the fetters... Jiang Pei."

　　 Fang Lang looked at Jiang Linglong's back and said.