Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

　　 Ten breaths passed quickly.

　　 Inside the house, there was dead silence.

　　 For a long time, Fang Lang, who was curled up on the bed, slowly got up, dripping sweat all over his body.

　　 He leaned against the bedboard, stretched out his hand, and slightly grasped it, a faint sound of blood rushing back and forth.

　　 A bodybuilding card is equivalent to a year's bodybuilding exercise for a martial artist. The pain of a year's bodybuilding exercise is all compressed in ten breaths. The feeling makes Fang Lang still feel lingering.

　　 However, the harvest is wonderful, the body becomes stronger, and the meridians, qi, blood and power are becoming stronger.

　　 This kind of strengthening will also feed back to the practice.

　　 There was a smile on Fang Lang's face. After his bodybuilding, he gained a lot of insights.

　　 This kind of insight is of great help to the martial arts performance.

Among the three martial arts subjects, kendo is Fang Lang's main subject. With Fang Lang's current swordsmanship level, it goes without saying that he is a stable one.

　　 Shudao has the previous twin-turbo reversible flying sword supercharged talisman, coupled with the deep or shallow practice exchanges with Xiaowenzi, it has also given him a lot of insights on the Shudao.

　　The only martial arts subject is Fang Lang's shortcoming, but now, with the help of the physical training card, this shortcoming is gradually filled!

　　 The bodybuilding card squeezed from Liu Bubai's body is pretty good.

　　 turned his head and looked at the white sky that appeared out of the window.

　　 Fang Lang did not continue to practice, lying on the bed to take a nap, alleviating the pressure of the next spiritual mind.

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　　 For the next three days, Fang Lang was completely immersed in his practice.

　　 Absorb the spirit crystals at night, and work hard during the day to study policy questions, magic words, etc.

　　 And under Fang Lang's diligent practice every day, only a few of the spiritual crystals in the system's practice funds were absorbed by him.

　　 After the main body forging, Fang Lang's physical body was strengthened, and his capacity for aura became much higher, so the aura absorption time was longer.

　　 Before, he switched his **** state every day to absorb the aura, two hours may be close to the limit, and the physical load reached the limit.

　　 But now, he can hold on for three hours or more.

　　 The benefits of body forging are thus revealed.

　　 Therefore, Fang Lang has become more and more obsessed with the exercise card. Although the use of the exercise card is painful, the harvest is sweet and beautiful.

　　 Therefore, Fang Lang followed Liu Bubai every day after class, and dragged him to the swordsmanship instruction bureau, squeezing out the bodybuilding card.

　　 It's a pity that Liu Bubai didn't come to the academy on the third day. He was preparing to attack the sword master realm at home. In three days, Fang Lang finally squeezed out only two bodybuilding cards.

　　 Fang Lang didn't intend to use these two punch card fragments immediately. He planned to use them in the "Yunling Tower" to maximize the absorption of aura.

　　 However, Fang Lang didn't forget Ni Wen. Under the rain and dew, he had a shallow exchange with Xiao Wenzi, and squeezed out three more red card fragments.

　　Fang Lang is not too small for the fragments of the punching card. After all, the fragments of the punching card can offset the binding time, and the effect is excellent!

　　 Three days, like sand between fingers, flowed and disappeared slowly.

　　Luojiang Academy has started the last examination for this class of students.

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　　The city of Luojiang has gradually become autumnal. After the autumn rain continues one after another, the autumn is getting stronger and the temperature begins to drop like a landslide.

　　 The sky is blue as washing, not staining dust.

　　 The lazy sunshine radiated over the gate of the academy. The students in green shirts were full of enthusiasm, crossed the threshold of the ancient academy, set foot in the courtyard, and gathered towards the martial arts field.

　　The green shirt is like a leaf, and the spirit is flying.

　　 There are three thousand students in the academy, and everyone is full of energy, with expectations for spiritual practice.

　　 In the martial arts field, the students are distributed in a square array between the book building and the floor. On the main platform of the martial arts field, each teacher carries his hands on his back and looks solemn.

Fang Lang stood still in the square of the seventh book building, talking and laughing with Ni Wen caused many students around him to look sideways. Ni Wen blushed, with his head tucked into the blue shirt, but he listened carefully to Fang Lang's words. , Nodding from time to time, responding from time to time.

　　 On the high platform of the main seat, Dean Cui crouched, a wisp of frost-stained white beard blowing in the wind.

　　He has a kind face and smiled at the bustling students in the martial arts field.

　　 Three years and three years, the faces of the students changed one after another.

　　 For Dean Cui, three years is like a cycle.

　　 After these students leave, a new group of immature students will set foot in the academy and run on the road of spiritual practice.

　　 But isn't this the original intention of their college to teach and educate people?

　　 Dean Cui coughed slightly, and the students suddenly became quiet.

　　 The old man’s speech was simple, but it was full of encouragement to the students. He didn’t say too much, and didn’t want to waste the students’ time too much.

　　 The simplest and most effective way of motivating and mobilizing is to show the "Yunling Tower".

Dean Cui tapped his fingers like a dead old yellow root, and the heavens and the earth faintly swirled. Under the shocking and excited eyes of many students, the sky above the academy seemed to have been wiped out of dust, opening the corner of the curtain. , Revealing a nine-story pagoda floating in it!

　　 is just the qi machine leaked from the pagoda, full of aura.

　　 Yunling Tower has really applied for it!

　　 The students were extremely excited, and their fighting spirit was high.

　　 Even Fang Lang is looking bright and looking forward to it.

　　 After mobilization.

　　 Next, the college teachers randomly distributed test stickers to the students on the floors they taught.

　　 The exam stickers record the students’ examination room information on which floor and floor of the building.

　　 Fang Lang took the test post handed over by Wen Jiao.

　　 Wen Jiaxi looked at Fang Lang with a smile, but did not say any words of encouragement.

　　 In fact, he was looking forward to Fang Lang's performance. After all, whether Fang Lang was asking about Jian Dabi, or killing Lin Yun from the Jiaofang Division, they all impacted him.

　　 I don’t know whether this last exam will be in the top ten of the gold list of the college.

　　 That's right, the top ten of the gold list... is Wen Ting's biggest expectation for Fang Lang.

　　 Fang Lang smiled at the warm-up study and took a look at the examination room information in his examination post.

　　 The third book building, the second floor, eighteen people.

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"when--"

　　 On the bell tower of the college, the bell rang the bell.

　　The students on the martial arts field suddenly spread out, like fish being washed away by the current, each moving towards the position marked in the exam sticker.

　　 Fang Lang came to the third book building. At the entrance of the book building, Wen Jiaxue was standing, checking the exam stickers. It happened that Wen Jiaxue was in charge of Fang Lang's examination room.

　　 Fang Lang handed over the test stickers, and he glanced at the fluctuating mindfulness, and said lightly: "Go in, find your place to sit down, don't make noise, don't look around, wait for the entrance examination to begin."

　　 "Hey."

　　 Fang Lang nodded, put away the test stickers, and stepped into the book building.

　　 A number of college students are sitting in danger, although this time it is a college exam, not a real scientific exam, but the atmosphere is equally grim.

　　 A quarter of an hour passed.

　　 Wen Jiaxi scanned all the students and said: "The college examination lasts for two days. Today is the literary examination, which includes three subjects: poetry and fu, policy questions, and monster language."

　　 "Today's first scene, poetry and fu department, compose a poem or write a fu, one hour in time."

　　 Wenjiao.

　　 Then, began to distribute roll paper.

　　 In the process of distributing the roll paper, some of the candidates closed their eyes and exhaled, some frowned and rubbed their ink, with different expressions.

　　 In the past three years, the college students have gone through more than a dozen exams, large and small, but they are about to face a life-changing exam and still cannot calm down.

　　 Fang Lang was also a little excited, and he closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

　　 A scent of paper wafted, and Wen Jiaxi placed the roll of paper in front of him.

　　 Fang Lang opened his eyes, looked straight at the paper, and began to read the paper.

　　Fang Lang has always been very good at literary examination.

　　 And then, since he decided to show up, Fang Lang no longer hides.

　　'S eyes fell on the roll of paper, scanning the exam questions.

"In the 198th year of the Datang calendar, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, Emperor Tang led an expedition, climbed to Tianyue Mountain in Xilu, flattened the monsters of Xilu, killed countless monsters, overlooked the two worlds, swallowed the world with pride; please Write a poem on this topic."

　　 Fang Lang finished reading the question, closed his eyes slightly in thought, rubbing the ink gently, and the fragrance of ink lingered in his mouth and nose.

　　 Donglu, Tianyue Mountain... Emperor Tang looks at Tianyue?

　　 For a while, Fang Lang's mouth picked up.

　　 Langhao absorbs ink, and then rolls up his sleeves and writes down on the roll of paper.

　　Starting sentence:

　　 "How about Dai Zongfu, Qi Lu Qing is not coming..."

　　 Fang Lang deliberately chose a chic and elegant font, splashing thick ink on the roll paper.

　　 Countless crosses.

　　 In the end, the pen sharpened, and the sentence was closed.

　　 "It will be the top of the mountain, looking at the mountains."

　　 Fang Lang finished writing, put down his pen, and looked around. The students were still thinking about how to write poems.

　　 And Fang Lang has already got up, handed in the roll of paper.

　　 Just sitting down, underneath the futon that has not yet been heated, raised eyebrows, so fast? Is this kid writing poetry?

　　 Warming up, drinking a sip of Chinese wolfberry tea, dusting the roll of Shan Fanglang, and glanced at the verse on the roll.

　　 The next moment, with a "poof", he couldn't help spraying tea.

　　艹!

　　 Poetry level You also hid before?

　　 How much did this kid hide? !

　　 finished a poem silently.

　　 Poems become like bright swords, swallowing mountains and rivers with energy!

　　 Wen Jiaxi raised his head, his eyes gleaming.

　　 Seeing the boy in the blue shirt, it was like a three-inch sword out of its sheath, showing its sharp edge.

　　 This day.

　　Young bright sword.

　　 The clothes are flying and bohemian.

　　PS: There are not many plots for writing poems, but I am the master, and the three provinces today: voting, collecting, and rewarding~