Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

　　 In the heavy rain, Jiang Linglong's voice was crisp and sweet.

　　 overwhelmed all the roar and passed into Fang Lang's ears.

　　 Rainstorm, girl, oiled paper umbrella... The three are like freehand paintings with splash ink.

　　 Fang Lang dropped his sword and laughed.

　　 "Jiang Linglong..."

　　 "The name is very nice."

　　 Fang Lang looked at the girl's star-like eyes and said softly.

　　From Luojiang Academy's martial arts field, to Qianfei Pavilion Chunyunzhai, and now to the first stage of the Shushan Xuan Group.

　　 Fang Lang is finally qualified to know the girl's name.

　　 He suppressed himself from laughing.

　　 Originally, Fang Lang planned to bind this Lin Yun. Despite his wickedness, after all, Lin Yun was known as the disciple of the Donglu Sword Saint, and his talent was definitely not weak.

　　 If it weren't for the opener who had directly obtained the swordsman's specialization in swordsmanship, Lin Yun might even lead Donglu Academy to compete for the first place in the team competition.

　　 And Lin Yun can be accepted as a disciple by the Sword Saint, his roots should not be too bad.

　　 However, the surprise was that he knew Jiang Linglong's real name.

　　 Fang Lang did not doubt the authenticity of the name, because at this time, there is no need to give a false name.

　　This battle is very tiring, but, everything is worth it, Fang Lang only feels extremely refreshed in his heart.

　　 Choose between Jiang Linglong and Lin Yun...

　　 Is it still necessary to choose?

　　 Of course it is Jiang Linglong...Lao Jiang is a fifteen-year-old swordsman!

　　 The bones are absolutely terrifying!

　　 And Lin Yun is already Fang Lang's defeated opponent...

The torrential rain was still falling, Fang Lang did not insist, his hands were trembling, the tiger’s mouth was cracking, and he fought Lin Yun. Fang Lang exhausted his strength and exhausted his physical strength. Even, if Lin Yun had not underestimated the enemy at first, Fang Lang wanted to win. , Very difficult.

　　Furthermore, Lin Yun's pressure on Fang Lang is also very great.

　　 This is the first time that Fang Lang has encountered such a huge pressure on swordsmanship after obtaining a swordsman specialization level!

　　 If you continue on the platform, you may lose to other participating students from Shangdonglu Academy.

　　 Old **** may have seen it, so he stepped onto the ring.

　　 Up and down the ring, there was a tumult, even overwhelming the roar of the rainstorm.

　　 Fang Lang of Luojiang Academy won Lin Yun. This is simply the biggest upset of the Wenjian competition this time!

　　 Juggernaut disciple, was defeated in swordsmanship by an unknown student!

　　 Who can imagine this?

　　 There was an uproar one after another, and the discussion was endless.

　　 Fang Lang's double swords, drawing swords, sword steps...make many college teachers take them seriously and take them seriously.

　　 This is a character in the bottom of the academy!

　　 Luojiang Academy has released a real swordsman genius!

　　Even, Luojiang Academy... this year there is a chance to win!

　　 For a time, many people's eyes and sights fell on Fang Lang, who calmly walked off the ring.

　　 Among the crowd, Song Qingyun of Beijiang Academy is also looking at Fang Lang...

　　 means difficult to understand.

　　……

　　 on the ring.

　　 Jiang Linglong slowly drew out the steel sword, holding the oil paper umbrella in one hand, blocking the pouring rain, while calmly looking at the opponent in Donglu Academy.

　　 "Donglu Academy, Liu Xuan, Jiudan Swordsman!"

　　 The students of Donglu Academy spoke slowly, and their voice came from the sound of the rainstorm.

　　 Jiang Linglong was holding the oil-paper umbrella, his veil swung lightly in the air flow caused by the rain falling, but he did not respond at all.

　　 This young girl is as cold as an iceberg for thousands of years.

　　 "Girl... Is this planning to fight me with an umbrella?"

　　 Liu Xuan's expression was a bit cold and ugly. He looked through the rain and stared at Jiang Linglong.

　　 Is this too despising people?

　　 Jiang Linglong has not introduced herself. This is to make it clear that Liu Xuan is not in his eyes.

　　 Although Liu Xuan is not as good as Lin Yun, he is not a weak one to represent Donglu Academy in the competition.

　　咻!

　　 Lifting the stainless steel sword, Liu Xuan stepped down with firm steps and extremely fast frequency.

　　 In the rain arena, a series of bursting splashes were stepped on, cut out in the rain curtain of sword light and continuous beads.

　　 Senran sword energy, set off air currents, stabs towards Jiang Linglong's white neck.

　　 Jiang Linglong stared at Liu Xuan with star-like eyes.

　　 holds an umbrella with one hand and a sword with the other.

　　 The sword came out, and the rain spread, instantly like summer rain!

　　 Liu Xuan only felt that his sword power was plunged into the quagmire, and Jiang Linglong's sword aura was integrated into every drop of rain.

　　 噗嗤!

　　 Liu Xuan ran, the splash he stepped on became smaller and smaller, and finally... his body became stiff and silent.

　　 The world is silent, only the sound of raindrops being cut apart silently.

next moment.

　　 Liu Xuan stared in disbelief, trembling and knelt down on the ground. On his body, dense sword scar wounds erupted, and countless blood sprayed from the wounds.

　　 The tip of Jiang Linglong's sword hung down.

　　 still holding the oil paper umbrella quietly.

　　 Liu Xuan kneeling in front of her, as if kneeling a noble and proud queen.

"Next person."

　　 Jiang Linglong's long eyelashes drooped lightly and said lightly.

　　 up and down the ring, dead still again.

　　 So...

　　 Luojiang Academy... more than one hole card.

　　……

　　Under the ring.

　　 Wen Jiao Xi handed Fang Lang a pill, but Fang Lang hesitated.

　　 "Don't worry, the healing pill will not affect the evaluation of Datang's scientific expedition."

　　 Wenjiao.

After 　　, Fang Lang did not refuse any more. After swallowing the pill, a cold sensation spread rapidly at the cracked tiger's mouth. Soon, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

　　 The effect of this healing medicine is surprisingly good.

　　 Obviously, this healing medicine is expensive.

　　 "This is a healing medicine refined by the medical warlock of Taihetang, and it works very well. It is ten gold coins." Wen Jiaoxi laughed.

　　 Fang Lang turned his head and glanced at Wen Jiaxue.

　　 "It doesn't have to be painful. Anyway, the college reimbursement does not cost my money." The Wen Jiaxi blinked.

　　 Fang Lang was also dumbfounded.

　　 He... bad money?

　　 What does it hurt?

　　 "Liu Bubai has minor injuries. After swallowing the pill, he will continue to live and live tomorrow, but his condition is a little bit down."

　　 Wen Jiao Xi continued.

After 　　, the two chatted for a long time, and looked at Jiang Linglong's clean battle on the ring.

　　 suddenly.

　　 Wen Jiaoxi let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Sword training... have you suffered a lot?"

　　 This sudden question made Fang Lang wonder how to answer.

　　 Is it possible that he said that he is not bitter at all, he just learned how to communicate with Xiaowenzi?

　　 Fang Lang would naturally not answer that way.

　　 "Yeah." Fang Lang tilted his head and nodded vaguely.

　　 is...it's bitter.

　　 This is a white lie.

The Wen Jiaxi laughed: "I know...you are a good kid, and you may be a master of the hardships. Your roots may not be good, but at least this talent in swordsmanship is enough to make you beyond ordinary people. UU Reading wwwww .uukánshu.com, it doesn’t matter if you fail the scientific examination..."

　　 "This time Asking Sword Competition, you showed value..."

　　 "If I guess right, Jian Shu should recruit you as a disciple of the outer sect in advance."

　　 Wen Jiaoxi said.

　　 Fang Lang couldn't help but startled when he heard the words. The heavy rain poured down on the bluestone ground of Daping, Shushan, like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate, just like Fang Lang's sudden heartbeat.

　　 Wen Jiaxi feels a little bit emotional, Fang Lang can be regarded as a salted fish turning over. With Fang Lang's college entrance examination results, he wants to enter the Jianshu Sect, fearing that there is no hope.

　　 Even if Fang Lang has reached the seventh-stage swordsman now, it is still very difficult to apply for the Jianshu Sect one month later.

　　 Therefore, being able to be recruited early is lucky for Fang Lang, and it is also a reward for Fang Lang's hard work.

　　 "Wai Zong?"

　　 Fang Lang murmured.

　　 Wen Jiaxi was taken aback suddenly and looked at Fang Lang.

　　 Fang Lang raised his head, the rain dripped down the tips of his hair, the rain dripped down, muddy Fang Lang's sight.

　　 Fang Lang watched the ring easily defeat the third student from Donglu Academy, Jiang Linglong, who walked down the ring proudly with a paper umbrella like a queen, chuckled.

　　 Outer Zong, not enough.

　　 "If I apply for the Jianshu exam, I don't want to just enter the outer sect. I want to obtain the qualifications of the sect... to enter the Jianshu inner sect."

　　 "I want...then I want the best."

　　 Fang Lang's voice was very soft, but very firm.

　　 The heavy rain and thunder are still roaring, but there is no sound in the ears of the warm-up study, and only the young man's seemingly unattainable Kyogen.

　　 Vaguely, Wen Ting seemed to see himself when he was young.

　　 Young and frivolous.

　　PS: Three provinces today, call for collection, call for voting, call for rewards?