Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

　　 There was a dead silence in the martial arts field.

　　 After Fang Lang spoke to Ni Wen, everyone recovered from Fang Lang's sword, and the noise sounded like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate.

　　 Liu Hao, a fifth-stage martial artist, a young genius among the 300 civilian students in Luojiang Academy, defeated with one move!

　　 Spike!

　　Who can think of it?

　　 Even Fang Lang’s good friend Yang Zhengyi was still pulling on his bangs with a dazed expression.

　　 draw the sword is the end.

　　 Fang Lang won simply and domineering!

　　 Fang Lang, who won after Liu Hao, said hello to Ni Wen, then turned around and crowded out the crowd, returning the wooden sword.

　　 The wooden sword in his hand is full of cracks and can no longer be used.

　　 Among the students watching around.

　　 In fact, there are many talented students, and their eyes become serious.

　　 There are even students who are vigilant.

　　 "Fang Lang... was he hiding his clumsiness before? Three paragraphs changed to five paragraphs, plus this fast sword, he couldn't practice in ten years."

　　 "Sure enough, Datang's scientific expedition is approaching, and everything is coming out."

　　 "Interesting, Fang Lang, this is a showdown, don't pretend?"

　　 The genius students looked at each other, all seeing the vigilance in their eyes, and the boiling meaning of comparison.

　　 The three-year scientific examination is the end of ordinary people, but it is a carnival of geniuses. Talented students all intend to show their own style in this scientific examination!

　　 Fang Lang's performance in this battle aroused the fighting spirit of many people.

　　 Hundreds of horses contend for current, contend for the odds and the beauty.

　　 This kind of scientific examination is interesting, and it lives up to their three years of hard work.

　　Yang Zhengyi came back to his senses at this moment, that was full of resentment, Fang Lang, a kid of the opposite **** and no brother, didn't even say hello to him, just frowning with Ni Wen.

　　 However, Yang Zhengyi got excited, and with his bangs, he chased Fang Lang's back.

　　 As for Liu Hao, I don't know when, he was so lonely and left secretly.

　　 The onlookers scattered.

　　Ni Wen was blushed by Fang Lang's words, and she was dizzy at the moment.

　　 "Wait...Wait...Do you really want to practice against Fang Lang?"

　　 "I still don't practice, right? A-niang said...the rich kid...there is nothing good!"

　　 Ni Wen lowered her head, hesitating and perturbed in her heart.

　　 But, in her mind, only Fang Lang took a sword, looked at her in the crowd, smiled brightly at her.

　　 "Then...just practice and never talk to him."

　　 Ni Wen seemed to suddenly think of a solution, clenched his small fist, and nodded solemnly.

　　……

　　 On the edge of the martial arts field, under a row of willow branches blowing in the breeze.

　　 There are several people who walked on their own.

　　If Fang Lang was here, he would definitely see a familiar figure, it was Uncle Zhao who had been with Si Lang in Shangjiaofang for the whole night.

　　 At this moment, Uncle Zhao is standing respectfully beside a graceful figure. Beside them, there is also a figure with a crouched back, wearing a white shirt, and a white Hu.

　　 The three of them all retracted their eyes in unison.

　　 Uncle Zhao's face is a bit weird, while the graceful figure has frowning eyebrows, sinking into thought.

　　 The old figure has a white beard and a smile on his face.

　　 "That sword... is a bit interesting. If it is a disciple from'Jianshu', I might not be surprised, but there are such students in Luojiang Academy." The graceful figure took a deep breath and murmured.

After 　　, she seemed to be lost in thought. After a long time, her eyes were bright, and it seemed that the bottleneck that had been stuck in her heart for a long time was broken by the cascade.

　　 "Mr. Cui said that you should not underestimate the world, Linglong has been taught."

　　 The graceful figure bowed towards the figure who was leaning back.

　　 "Jiang Nizi, what are you doing? This is really not deliberately arranged by the old man. This is just an ordinary battle between students at Luojiang Academy." The old man waved his hand.

　　 Then, the old man looked at Jiang Linglong seriously and couldn't help but marvel.

　　Golden roots, all of them are monsters.

　　 A sword watching that coincides with the meeting can also give a little insight.

"That young man's swordsmanship has not been practiced day and night for ten years. It is difficult to master it. It can be said that it is the top swordsmanship that can be achieved in the realm of swordsmen. Although it is only a five-stage swordsman, this swordsmanship is in the sword repair one. In the subject, it is enough to add a lot of points."

　　 Jiang Linglong has a graceful and graceful figure, with a hint of appreciation on his face.

　　 The old man called Mr. Cui also stroked his beard, but did not refute Jiang Linglong's statement.

　　 "This child is called Fang Lang?"

　　 "Luojiang Fang's child from Fang Beihe?"

　　 "Why... never heard of this name before?"

　　 Mr. Cui smiled at Fang Lang who defeated Liu Hao in one blow, and then disappeared into the crowd.

　　 The sword cuts the red dust, and the unrestrained and unrestrained calmness made the old man quite appreciate.

The two continued to move forward without paying attention to Fang Lang's affairs. Although Fang Lang's sword was amazing, his own cultivation level was still too low. Even if there were sword skills bonus points, it would be difficult for a five-stage swordsman to get a good score in the scientific examination. To shine, there may be a chance to be chosen by the sect, but it is impossible to choose the top sect of the Tang Dynasty, so... there is no need to pay too much attention.

　　 can't enter the top sect to practice, even if one hand of swordsmanship is amazing, the future... but it will be to the end at a glance.

　　 Girl Jiang Linglong and Mr. Cui chat all the way.

　　Uncle Zhao, who was following Jiang Linglong, had a weird and shocked face.

　　Because he recognized it, that kid... is Fang Lang!

　　 Three paragraphs yesterday, five paragraphs today!

　　 Now, he has shown such an amazing swordsmanship.

　　 is not like Lao Fang's remarks that "Fang Lang is just an ordinary college student".

　　 "Zao Wou-ki, why are you in a daze? After consulting Mr. Cui, I have to go to the "Qianfei Pavilion", hurry up."

　　 Suddenly, Jiang Linglong, who walked far away, turned his head, frowned and said.

　　 "Hey."

　　 Uncle Zhao came back to his senses, sued and followed respectfully.

　　……

　　 Fang Lang returned the tattered wooden sword to the weapon shelf. The old teacher who took care of the weapon shelf raised his eyebrows, but Fang Lang did not make any compensation.

　　 This instructor also saw Fang Lang's fight with Liu Hao, and he knew the amazing sword Fang Lang showed.

　　 "It's a pity, if you change the fine steel sword, that sword is enough to cut the opponent's arm, even the arm bones."

　　 The old teacher who was in charge of the weapon rack grabbed a dry tobacco pipe, took a "click" and laughed.

　　 Fang Lang was taken aback, and then smiled brightly: "It's just a fight between classmates, so you have to be forgiving and forgiving."

　　 The most important thing is that the academy does not allow the use of stainless steel swords.

　　 Fang Lang placed his weapon and chose a brand new wooden sword.

　　 The old teacher was startled when he heard Fang Lang's words.

　　 Be forgiving and forgiving...

　　 "Barta" inhaled the dry smoke and exhaled the turbid smoke, the old teacher grinned: "Good boy, good personality."

　　 "Cultivation is also the cultivation of the mind, and xinxing will also affect the practice."

　　 The old teacher knocked on the shelf of the weapon with a dry tobacco pole and warned.

　　 Fang Lang nodded to the old instructor and returned to the martial arts field with a new wooden sword.

　　 In the battle with Liu Hao, Fang Lang experienced "sword drawing".

　　Competing with Liu Hao, unable to trigger the passive cultivation, there is no need to waste time, so a quick fight, draw swordsmanship, either you win or I lose, simply neat.

　　 However, the surprise that Fang Lang brought to Fang Lang was huge.

　　 As long as you have deep spiritual exchanges with the fetters, you will get special rewards.

　　 This makes Fang Lang look forward to the next practice with Ni Wen. Should this practice be considered in-depth communication?

　　 Shouzhong's teaching rang the bell, and the UU reading www.uukanshu.com rest time ended.

　　 In the martial arts field, the seventh book building, the hundreds of students on the third floor, gathered one after another, arranged in a square array.

Mr. 　　 After chatting for a while, he ordered the students to practice against each other.

　　 The students scattered, the flying blue shirts on the martial arts field, like green leaves blown up by the wind.

　　A corner of the martial arts field.

　　 Fang Lang and Ni Wen stand opposite each other.

　　Ni Wen holds a stick like a dead branch in her hand.

　　 Fang Lang looked at Ni Wen with an elegant and easy-going smile.

　　Ni Wen's head was almost shrunk into the blue shirt, a little embarrassed and uneasy.

　　 I really only practice with you, I... don't talk to you!

　　In the distance, Yang Zhengyi shook the bangs on his forehead and glanced at Fang Lang with resentment.

　　 This kid floated, his wings became hard, and for the sake of the little woman, he didn't fight against him.

　　He Yang Zhengyi is at 50th on the gold list anyway!

　　 How can you not compare to Ni Wen? !

　　 ahem...

　　Ni Wen is third on the gold list, and Yang Zhengyi...seems really inferior.

　　 For a while, Yang Zhengyi became more and more sorrowful, with grievances in his heart, and he wanted to vent his grievances on his opponents.

　　 Opposite Yang Zhengyi, Liu Hao, who had just been on the golden sore medicine, suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth, and a not-so-good premonition arose spontaneously.

　　 under the order of the teaching.

　　 All the students standing in pairs, bowed towards their opponents.

　　 "Please advise."

　　 The shouts swept away the branches of the willow, haunting the sky above the martial arts field.

　　 The next moment, the duel exercise began, and the sound of fighting burst out instantly.

　　 The youthful breath of the boys and girls pervades without reservation.

　　 energetic, lively and laughing.

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