Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Chapter 49: ? Use early and enjoy

　　 The continuous torrential rain began to gradually stop, and only a few rain particles that drilled out of the clouds were still stubbornly subducting to the earth.

　　 Zao Wou-ki is back, carrying a pile of muddy corpses dripping with blood.

　　 He didn't have much communication with Fang Lang, but he greeted Lao Fang warmly and calmed his emotions.

　　 Zao Wou-ki assured the Lao Fang that as long as he stayed in Luojiang City, he would be fine.

　　 With Zao Wou-ki's guarantee, Lao Fang is truly relieved.

　　 Afterwards, Zao Wou-ki brought up Lin Yun's ill-formed corpse and gave Fang Lang a deep look.

　　 "Little guy, work hard to become stronger. The Jiang family can protect you, but not your life."

　　 "Try to become stronger, so that Lao Fang won't worry about you, Miss... and won't worry."

　　 said Zao Wou-ki.

　　 After speaking, the five flavors in my heart are mixed, the young lady is such a good Chinese cabbage...Sigh.

　　 Fang Lang supported his body with a lotus sword and nodded solemnly.

　　 Zao Wou-ki had a complicated expression, he sighed, carried Lin Yun's corpse, jumped up, and walked away through the air under the raindrops, very fast, disappearing into the night.

　　 The heavy rain is still washing away, diluting the blood all over the ground, flowing between the ditches, and disappearing.

　　 Wen Jiaoxi yawned, held an umbrella, waved goodbye, and disappeared into the rainy night.

　　While it happened, I went to hold my umbrella.

Outside the courtyard, the two soy sauce martial artists of Qianfei Pavilion also left in an embarrassing speed. Yu Guanshi asked them to act according to the situation and provide help within their power. However, the battle just now involved Grade 4 sword repair, which was not something they could intervene. So I can only watch it lively.

　　 The silent night began to recover from the hustle and bustle.

　　 The old Fang held an umbrella, and Fang Lang, whose legs were a little weak, slowly left the noisy Jiaofang Division.

　　 The blood accumulated in the small courtyard of Chunmei was also washed away by the night rain, gradually dissipating the last trace left in the world.

　　……

　　 The father and son returned to Fang Mansion.

　　 Lao Fang personally went to the kitchen and cooked Fang Lang a bowl of hot porridge to dispel the chill.

　　 What happened tonight was a great impact for Lao Fang, but he could not panic, he had to give his son a little peace of mind.

　　 Lao Fang understands that the impact of the other wave will be greater tonight!

　　 The first time a person was killed, how could the lake of heart be calm.

　　 The patter of rain outside the window was still falling, ticking on the rubble, and there was a crisp sound.

　　 Inside the house, Fang Lang quietly scooped the porridge with a blue and white porcelain spoon, blowing away the heat of the white rice porridge, and sipping into his mouth.

　　 Both of them were speechless, and neither of them spoke.

　　 The oil lamp was jumping. For a long time, the old man looked at Fang Lang: "Is the spirit crystal enough?"

　　 Fang Lang nodded.

　　 "Your kid is nothing like your father and I, your father, I only have the roots of Baipin, so I didn't think about it when I was practicing, I didn't expect your kid... it seems there is still a show!"

　　 Old Fang smiled.

"We have no hope. If there is hope, we will try our best to fight! There is no spirit crystal and tell dad, dad has nothing else, a few shops, restaurants, and fields are sold together to make money for you. There is still no problem with enough resources for your practice!"

　　 "Your mother passed away early, dad promised her to take good care of you, and he would do everything."

　　 Lao Fang said dullly, that night, he said a lot, what he had never said to Fang Lang before, all confided in this night.

　　 He felt the growth of his son.

　　 And the growth of the son means that he is old.

　　 Fang Lang drank the porridge silently, nodding his head.

　　 Lao Fang looked at Fang Lang with a beating oil lamp and got up with a smile, and patted Fang Lang on the shoulder.

　　 "Don't worry about my safety. I have already told Lao Zhao. Lao Zhao promises that tonight's matter will not happen again. He is here and I feel safe."

　　 "Old Zhao, you dad, my hair is young, and I can play super. It seems to be a five-rank martial artist, not a cow. I always order seven or eight girls when I go to Jiaofang Division."

　　 The old party was chatting, but the topic was a little off.

　　 Fang Lang smiled, but saw that, the smile on Lao Fang's face narrowed, and his words were earnest and earnest: "As Mr. Wen said, there is only half a month left for the scientific examination. Don't hide and rush!"

　　 "If there is you on the top of the mountain, dad will caress for you at the foot of the mountain and be proud of you."

　　 Old Fang smiled, and then took Fang Lang's porridge bowl, left the room, and carefully closed the door.

　　 Fang Lang got up, walked to the window, the rainy night was getting dim, watching Lao Fang leaving under the umbrella, slowly let out a suffocating breath.

　　 "As the Wen Jiaxi said, if you want to make all problems not a problem...the only thing is, become the champion!"

　　 Fang Lang's eyes flickered.

　　 Even with the help of the system, Fang Lang finds it difficult to become the champion.

　　 The system just released an achievement task before, the goal is the title of the gold list.

　　可 is just the title of the gold list.

　　 The two are completely different concepts, the end of the gold list...that is also the title of the gold list.

　　 Obviously, in the pre-judgment of the system, it is also very difficult to hit the champion.

　　 Fang Lang got up and climbed onto the bed.

　　According to what Zhao said, the reason why Lin Yun would look for him was that besides Lin Yun's own reasons, there was a behind-the-scenes man pushing him, like the three princes in Chang'an Palace.

　　 The three princes, the Jiang family, the sword sage of Donglu, and the sword of Shuzong...

　　 Fang Lang slowly let out a breath. He was a small person, and he was caught in a terrible whirlpool without hesitation.

　　 The sense of crisis is very strong.

　　 However, Fang Lang has no regrets.

Hundreds of causes will have results. From the time he chose to bind old ginger, it was equivalent to stepping into the whirlpool with half his foot. Then, he pressed the swordsmanship genius on the sword and sect to pull out the lotus sword. Besides.

　　 Sitting cross-legged, Fang Lang threw away the distracting thoughts.

　　 As Wen Jiao Xi said, what he has to do next is to prepare for the scientific examination. If he can make a blockbuster in the scientific examination, he will even become the number one scholar in the Tang Dynasty.

　　 All the problems, all the floating clouds in front of his eyes, will disappear.

　　 Really should work hard!

　　 "System, switch the dual bond state!"

　　 Fang Lang's eyes suddenly sharpened, dispelling distracting thoughts, and his heart is not distracted.

　　 "Ding! The bond status switch successfully."

　　 However, Fang Lang suddenly had a meal.

　　 He has just completed the system upgrade, and now, there is still a vacant place among the fetters.

　　 Since Fang Lang wants to work hard to hit the champion, he must use all the capital that can be used.

　　 He can't wait to get in touch with a new peerless genius, just bound.

　　 This will waste too much time for the bond quota.

　　 Besides, as long as the system is upgraded, the quota will be expanded. Therefore, Fang Lang feels that he must focus on immediate efficiency and use the quota.

　　 As the saying goes, use early and enjoy early...

　　 "Bind another genius, enter the three-fetters state and practice at the same time, so the speed of practice should be much faster."

　　 "But, the third object of fetters...who is tied?"

　　 Fang Lang frowned.

　　 In fact, the bones of the next bound object don't need to be too good, after all, no matter how good the roots are, it may not be able to surpass the old ginger. The main **** is still the old ginger.

　　The next fettered object needs to meet several conditions. If you recognize it, you can bind quickly, and it is easy to trigger the practice passive and reward more prop cards...

　　 does have a suitable one.

　　 An electric light flashed in Fang Lang's mind, and there seemed to be a shadow, piercing into his mind with a brutal posture.

　　 "Huh? Lao Liu?"

　　 Fang Lang's eyes flickered.

　　 Liu Bubai, seventh in the gold list of Luojiang Academy, 9th Swordsman.

　　 This boy who once wanted to take him to lie down to win, but was polished away by reality.

　　 Don't look at Liu Bubai always lie down to win, but his talent is actually not bad.

　　 After all, Liu Bubai is indeed much better than Ni Wen’s family background, but this young man, with all his thoughts on flying swords, actually spends less time on cultivation than imagined. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Mainly because Fang Lang thought of something, Lao Liu likes to play Flying Sword, isn't it a coincidence?

　　 With Fang Lang's professional flying sword skills, after binding Lao Liu, he took Lao Liu to fly again and again. Wouldn't it be regarded as an in-depth exchange related to practice every time?

　　Don’t be a practice to control flying swords, but to exercise flying swords is also an alternative practice.

　　 Therefore, I saved the need to find topics related to spiritual practice.

　　 Sure enough, the happiness of men is purer than the happiness of women!

　　 Fang Lang's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, like a star in the east in the dark night.

　　 Then what else is there to hesitate?

　　Tie him!

　　 "System, bind the fetters, Liu Bubai!"

　　 Fang Lang gritted his teeth.

　　 "Ding, the fetters are being bound..."

　　 "Ding, detect that the bound object is cultivated as a nine-segment swordsman, which is similar to the host's cultivation base. It is estimated that the binding will take a quarter of an hour."

　　 "……"

　　 Fang Lang squeezed the fragments of the dash card, but... this is it?

　　Lao Liu, you are so short.

　　 a quarter of an hour later.

　　 Fang Lang was in the state of double fetters, after absorbing two lower-grade spirit crystals.

　　 System prompts resounded in my mind.

　　 "Ding, the **** object is successfully bound."

　　……

　　 It’s late at night and it’s getting cooler.

　　 Willow House.

　　 On the bed, Liu Bubai, who was asleep holding Feijian and changed his posture, woke up suddenly with cold sweat.

　　 turned his head and looked down at Xie Li Xiaoyu's window, with a dazed expression.