Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

　　 Fang Lang and Liu Hao offer to fight!

　　 This news exploded in an instant on the third floor of the seventh book building.

　　 For Fang Lang, most of the students in the academy are a little unfamiliar. Although Fang Lang is a rich boy, he can only study in the academy. Except for ordinary students, his family background is not bad.

　　 And Liu Hao is quite well-known, after all, he is considered to be the top talent among ordinary students.

　　Of course, because the two parties involved in this battle, one is a child of the rich family and the other is a student of the common people, is it a drama of the children of the rich oppressing the common people?

　　 Many people were curious, so, for a time, a lot of wind and waves were rolled up, and even caused students from other floors to join in the fun.

　　 The flow of people is surging, and many students who have walked out of the library are still communicating with each other.

　　 "Fang Lang? It is the one from the Fang family in Luojiang City? I heard that there are more than 700 students in the college entrance examination, three-stage swordsman...Can he wait for the rich children on my behalf?"

　　 "I heard that it was because of the jealousy, because of Ni Wen, the third in the gold list."

　　 "It doesn't seem to be jealous, but Fang Lang approached Ni Wen to ask about the confusion in practice, then Liu Hao started to find trouble."

　　 "Oh, that's it? This little commoner genius is very manic and crazy!"

　　 "However, Liu Hao is a fifth-stage martial artist. If Fang Lang doesn't use magic charms, wouldn't he be looking for abuse?"

　　……

　　 on the bluestone road to the martial arts field.

　　 The students in the academy were whispering to each other, muttering curiously.

　　 The seventh book building, the students on the third floor, but most of them are divided into camps. Many wealthy children follow Fang Lang, and most civilian students follow Liu Hao.

　　 Two groups of people moved aggressively towards the martial arts field.

　　 Fang Lang walked in the forefront, frowned, thinking and reminiscing about the content of sword drawing.

Although the system said it would transmit this sword-drawing technique from the memory level and muscle memory, Fang Lang also felt that he had a lot of memories of practicing sword-drawing, and even a sword cocoon that had been holding the sword in his palm for many years, but , Still a little nervous.

　　 After all, before that, Liu Hao of Wudan Wudan was basically an existence beyond Fang Lang's sight.

　　 While Fang Lang frowned and thought, a figure in a blue shirt rushed forward and stopped in front of Fang Lang.

　　 "The prodigal son, are you sure?"

　　The visitor was a young man, with a pinch of bangs hanging down on his forehead. While talking, he flicked his bangs from time to time.

　　 Fang Lang stopped thinking about sword-drawing and looked up at the opponent.

　　Yang Zhengyi, Eight Duan Shuxiu, No. 50 on the Gold List of Luojiang Academy...

　　 The Yang family has a close relationship with the Fang family, so Yang Zhengyi has been with Fang Lang when he was young, and he is one of Fang Lang's few friends.

　　 "Hey, what do you want to say?"

　　 "Why don't you admit defeat, you are a three-tiered swordsman, and you have a five-tiered swordsman to have an appointment with someone, you are stupid!"

　　 "With your family background, coupled with the cultivation of your brother, why don't women have any, or else, after class, my brother will take you to the Jiaofangsi? Teach you what is true love in the world?"

　　 Yang Zhengyi holds a folding fan in his hand and looks like Young Master Pian Pian, but every time he says a word, he shakes his head to shake off the bangs that cover his eyes.

　　 "Don't worry, I know it in my heart."

　　 Fang Lang patted Yang Zhengyi, and smiled kindly.

　　 Yang Zhengyi couldn't help but stare at Shang Lang's eyes.

　　 What a strong self-confidence!

　　 "The prodigal... you feel that it is not quite right!"

　　 Could it be...this is the power of true love?

　　 Yang Zhengyi slapped the folding fan in his palm, glanced at the timid Ni Wen in the distance, and then at Fang Lang.

　　 A wit to see through everything.

　　……

　　 Above the azure blue sky, a few scattered white clouds that are smeared with milk hang high.

　　 Luojiang Academy.

　　 show martial arts field.

　　 A large piece of green brick was paved, and the willows on both sides flicked, making a "rustling" sound.

　　 The actual combat class has not yet started. There are already many students from academies scattered on the martial arts field, or they are relaxing their muscles or running the blood in the body.

　　 In the third venue of the martial arts field, a group of students gathered and stood in two camps.

　　The atmosphere on both sides is even a bit tense.

　　 In the center of the field, Fang Lang stood in it. He lowered his head and rubbed the wooden sword selected from the weapon rack in his hand.

　　 Wooden swords have limited lethality, and they are usually used for training.

　　 Although the engagement is voluntary, the academy will not hinder it. After all, practice is a dangerous thing, and injury is a common thing.

　　 However, the academy does not allow deaths, so it also limits the choice of weapons.

　　 Opposite Fang Lang, Liu Hao also entered, his palms were wrapped with a layer of cow leather, and the cow leather was tied with chains. Liu Hao walked, while tied the chains.

　　 This is a special glove for the martial artist, and it is also allowed by the academy. It is the most lethal glove used in battle.

　　 Seeing this glove, many students were in an uproar, this Liu Hao... is going to be true.

　　 Takeo is a relatively special profession. Most warriors use their fists to confront the enemy. However, there are also some warriors who choose fancy weapons, such as sledgehammer, machete, nine-tooth serial knives, etc...

　　While taking a fist against the enemy, a takeout will be equipped with some professional gloves.

　　Some gloves are attached with spikes, sharp blades, etc. The lethality is also very scary.

　　 Liu Hao finished tying the chains on his fists, watching Fang Lang's eyes roll in coldness.

　　 "Three paragraphs challenge me and one five paragraphs..."

　　 "You must be hiding some conspiracy and tricks, you rich children are all wicked!"

　　 Sarcastic words burst out between Liu Hao's teeth.

　　 A waste that mud can't support the wall, the resources in the house are strong, and the spirit crystals are free to squander, it takes three years to reach the three-stage swordsmanship level, and Liu Hao has no fear at all.

　　 This is also the reason why Liu Hao is jealous and resentful of the children of the rich family. Some people are obviously **** with roots and talents, but they occupy a lot of resources.

　　 The world is very unfair!

　　 His heart is extremely unbalanced!

　　 He is not worried about offending Fang Lang, these wealthy children, because his talents are not bad. In the future, he will have the opportunity to pass the scientific research to enter the sect of the Datang World and learn from the sect, then his status and status will also rise.

　　 But if he has more resources, he can go higher!

　　 So he is extreme, he is jealous!

　　 But, having said that, Fang Lang dared to challenge him with three stages and five stages. Liu Hao felt that Fang Lang definitely had a second hand.

　　 But if you don't use the magic talisman, Liu Hao can't figure out how to lose!

　　 "Wait...Don't cry and beg me!"

　　 Liu Hao's fists tied with the cold chains slammed into one, staring at Fang Lang, and said.

　　 Fang Lang held the wooden sword and smiled elegantly in the wind: "Cry, please don't die?"

　　 Liu Hao stagnated.

　　 The surrounding area also became quiet instantly.

　　 Ni Wen's thin body was wrapped in a green shirt, but Fang Lang's face was full of anxiety and worry, mainly because of this contradiction.

　　 If anything happened to Fang Lang, she would be extremely guilty.

　　 Liu Hao was on the court, watching Ni Wen's eyes almost stick to Fang Lang, but he didn't even look at him.

　　 The anger in his chest soared!

　　 It turns out that you Ni Wen, the so-called third civilian pride on the gold list, is also a woman who dislikes poverty and loves wealth!

　　 This Fang Lang...Apart from having some money at home, what else does he have? !

　　The battle begins.

　　 "Fang Lang!"

　　 Liu Hao roared.

　　 Boom!

　　 Wufu repaired qi and blood, the qi and blood in his body surged, and Liu Hao's shirt was stretched out by the qi and blood.

　　In an instant, the momentum on his body changed, like a tiger with exploded hair, and he opened his mouth and roared!

　　 stepped heavily on it, and the green brick on the ground trembled.

After 　　, Liu Hao's figure suddenly swooped out, causing a gust of wind to rush towards Fang Lang!

　　 There was a little uproar around.

　　 Under the blessing of anger, Liu Hao's momentum is almost close to the sixth martial artist.

　　 Yang Zhengyi flicked his forehead bangs, his color changed slightly.

　　 If this continues, with the cultivation base of the prodigal son's third sword apprentice, he will be seriously injured!

　　 Prodigal son, dangerous.

Ok?

　　 Suddenly, Yang Zhengyi's eyes condensed.

　　 He saw Fang Lang retreat a step back, in a sword-drawing style, and the momentum on his body suddenly changed, becoming...like a sword that has not yet been sheathed.

　　 The wind around him seemed to be Fang Lang’s sword energy!

　　 He seemed to hear an unsearchable sword chant!

　　 He seemed to see the wooden sword in Fang Lang's hand... trembling!

　　 Not just Yang Zhengyi, Ni Wen, who was originally worried about Fang Lang, was also a little surprised and surprised at this moment, and his eyes lit up slightly.

　　 It was not an illusion, she really felt the same kind of breath in Fang Lang.

　　 Liu Hao's eyes were full of fierceness, and his almost distorted jealousy towards the rich children, at this moment, completely vented out, on Fang Lang's body!

　　 On his body, blood and energy seemed to roar, loudly and loudly.

　　 five consecutive beeps!

　　 Wudan Warrior!

　　 The momentum is flourishing!

　　 At the last step, the toes touched the ground, and the blue bricks on the painted floor suddenly cracked.

　　 Liu Hao's body leaped, Lingnian locked Fang Lang firmly, his waist twisted forty-five degrees, raised a punch, and hit Fang Lang's head!

　　 There are air waves spreading in ripples.

　　 This momentum caused a burst of exclamation around!

　　 And Fang Lang maintains the action of drawing a sword like a sculpture, with no distractions, the surrounding pictures seem to change...

　　 The wind and snow were sudden, he borrowed the wind in the heavy snow and cut open the ice and snow in front of him.

　　 Inside Fang Lang, the aura revolves and the sword aura is gushing. In an instant, it is like breaking the shackles, five consecutive sword chants!

　　 Five Swordsmen!

　　The students from the academy who were watching the battle were taken aback for a moment, and the next moment, there was an uproar one after another!

　　 Fang Lang... how could he be a five-stage swordsman? !

　　 Isn’t he a three-stage?

　　 Many people understand, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com turned out that Fang Lang's confidence... was his cultivation base after his breakthrough!

　　 Liu Hao didn't change his face, did not flinch in his movements, and slammed his punch!

　　 And Fang Lang was also at this moment. He raised his head and Gu Jing's eyes were staring at Liu Hao.

　　'S line of sight is like the overlap of two parallel time and space.

　　 Liu Hao trembled suddenly, he saw himself in Fang Lang's eyes, and he... seemed to have turned into a piece of snow, cut in half!

　　 Jian Qi, suddenly gushing!

　　 The clouds in the sky block the sunlight.

　　 Fang Lang drew his sword!

　　 Originally Liu Hao locked Fang Lang's spiritual mind, as if it was suddenly split!

　　 quickly!

　　 Very fast!

　　 This sword is so fast!

　　 Sword-drawing, specializing in swordsmanship!

　　 a sword.

　　 was drawn.

　　 Liu Hao's punch just felt like he was hit by a huge force.

　　 "Boom" loud noise!

　　 The chains and cow leather on the fist were chopped up, and the fist was also broken apart, a little bit of blood, like a winter plum, constantly dripping to the ground.

　　 Liu Hao smashed to the ground, slid out some distance, clutched his hands, gritted his teeth, and his masseter muscles bulged. After a long time, he couldn't help but let out a miserable cry.

　　 The audience is dead.

　　 One sword, simply neat.

The students around 　　 were shocked!

　　 Who are you so funny?

　　On this hand of swordsmanship, only two hundred and three in the entrance examination?

　　 Fang Lang let out a breath.

　　 The clouds in the sky broke open and the sun poured out.

　　 The boy looked at Ni Wen who was blinking in shock in the distance, holding the cracked wooden sword, raised his chin, and the golden sunlight filled his qingyi, and he spoke gently.

"I won."

"See you later."

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