Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

　　 With the autumn rain after another, the temperature difference dropped sharply, and many people were wrapped in cotton clothes.

　　 Waiting for the end of the actual combat assessment in the afternoon, even if this two-day national scientific expedition officially ends, as for the fundamental test on the third day, there is basically no suspense.

　　 After all, the foundation is a lifetime thing, and it won't change much.

　　 Autumn rain never ends.

　　 Luojiang Academy, the top of the teaching building.

　　 Wen Ting holds a porcelain cup, the wolfberry tea in the cup has gradually cooled down.

　　 There was a little drizzle in the sky and the earth, but as he approached his whole body, a sword aura developed, slicing the drizzle to pieces.

　　 Suddenly, Wen Ting raised his head, looked into the distance, and saw a flash of Jianhua blooming rapidly, first a small dot, and then gradually enlarged.

　　 Wen Ting stunned, constricted his energy, but saw the sword coming towards Xiaojian.

　　 "The Sovereign of the Dynasty."

　　Wen Ting made it.

　　 fell towards the small sword, the sword turned into a streamer and fell into the sword box on his back.

　　 He glanced at Wen Ting and chuckled, "It's necessary to cover up your subtle cultivation base. The talent is good, but it's a waste."

　　 "It is said that there is no woman in your heart. It is natural to draw a sword. Your heart has been smashed by a woman. Your sword has been destroyed."

　　 toward the little kendo.

　　 Wen Ting smiled, and was not annoyed: "Everyone has a sword practice, my sword... is different from the Sect Master."

　　 curled his lips at Xiaojian: "It's almost alright, don't hold back anymore, hold back for too long and hurt your body."

　　 Wen Ting smiled again, and curiously asked: "The Sect Master is here, but why?"

Speaking of this, Chao Xiaojian was excited, his eyes lit up, and he said: "That kid Fang Lang, actually got the first place in the literary examination...I have to come and take a look. It is a pity that this kid has only flaws. It’s the root cause, otherwise this scientific examination still has a good chance to hit the gold list."

　　 Wen Ting opened his mouth, holding back a laugh.

　　 You know nothing about the truth.

　　 Then, the two of them were speechless and had no common topics.

　　 Waiting for the end of the actual combat assessment together.

　　 suddenly.

　　 Wen Ting took a sip of cold wolfberry tea, frowned slightly, and stared at the candidates coming out of the Luojiang Gongyuan.

　　 Some of the candidates had blue noses and swollen faces, some trembled and feared, and some desperately knelt and cried.

　　 raised his eyebrows at Xiaojian: "The actual combat assessment of the world's scientific expedition is so harsh? The blow is a bit serious, and it will affect the mentality of future cultivation..."

　　 Wen Ting spit out a medlar residue on the tip of his tongue, his eyes gradually sharpened.

　　 This martial arts test actually...

　　 is a bit wrong.

　　 Zizi!

　　 Qiu Yu is like a curtain cut by sword energy, splitting into two from the middle.

　　 Wen Ting's figure flickered and disappeared directly from the roof of the training building.

　　 raised his eyebrows towards Xiaojian, sat down cross-legged, and watched a good show.

　　……

　　……

　　 The snow was torn out of the gully, and the mountain temple, half-hidden by thick snow in the distance, shook off the snow.

　　 Fang Lang stopped on the spot, holding the obsidian with one hand, the aura on his body was constantly rising, climbing, and stirring up the falling wind and snow, instantly bursting into powder.

　　 An exquisite aura cloth was draped over Fang Lang, holding the obsidian sword in one hand, and the tip of the sword pointed forward.

　　The alien soldiers in the distance got up, their faces were shocked, unbelievable, horrified...Finally, they all turned into a hideous look!

"you……"

　　 An alien soldier wiped the wound on his chest, Fang Lang's sword almost pierced him through!

　　 incredible...

　　 This is the student of Datang Scientific Research? !

　　 Datang has such arrogances, when will we wait for the foreign race to rise? !

　　 The warrior and ferociousness in the eyes of the foreign race soldiers clutching the long knife became thicker and thicker.

　　 "It's a pity, I can't kill you, I can't live if I kill you, but I can destroy your beliefs and abolish your spiritual heart!"

　　 The alien soldier said coldly.

　　嘭!

　　 stepped on, violent qi and blood surged, and the slush around his body was blown away!

　　 stepped down and swooped out, as if charging on the battlefield, carrying the potential of breaking the ground!

　　 As a soldier on the battlefield, struggling between life and death, how could he lose to a student from Tang Dynasty who was still taking the scientific examination? !

　　 This time the actual combat assessment of the Datang Scientific Examination, all the strong men in the various army of the Datang were invited, and they wanted to use the strength of the strong men in the army to let the scientific examination students carry out a baptism of the concept of practice.

　　 However, the only person who basically assigned the examiner of the aliens was the Luojiang Gongyuan. This was Li Puyi's arrangement.

　　 Li Puyi put forward the theory of reusing alien races and admiring the theory of "using barbarians to control barbarians". Therefore, it is also an attempt to let alien soldiers serve as martial arts examiners this time.

　　 Just in time, the three princes asked Li Pu to squeeze Fang Lang, and Li Pu directly arranged the foreign soldiers to be responsible for the assessment of Luojiang Gongyuan.

　　 Faced with the culling of foreign soldiers, Fang Lang didn't care at all.

　　 Takeo's third grade one... Is it strong?

　　 Indeed, the martial artist who moved the blood realm of the third stage had a strong energy spread all over his body. He was extremely strong, and indeed not weak. If Fang Lang competed with his own strength, it would be a hard fight.

　　 Since it can be crushed, why do you have to fight hard?

　　 Fang Lang did not hesitate, and directly used the Lili Card to draw out the strength of Jiang’s Nine Duan Sword Master!

　　 Old ginger, golden roots, top genius!

　　 A true genius can fight across borders.

　　 Fang Lang didn't know if others could do it, but Fang Lang borrowed the power of old **** at the moment, he understood... old **** definitely did it!

　　The nine-segment sword master with a golden level and the bones of the upper bone moves the blood realm of the swordsman? !

　　 This alien soldier who wanted to impose cruelty on Fang Lang quickly understood...

　　What is cruelty!

　　锵!

　　 The lotus sword is out of its sheath.

　　 The murderous intent of the Jin Ge Iron Horse came from the alien soldiers, but Fang Lang remained indifferent.

　　 The original Lin Yun was not much weaker than the alien soldiers in front of him.

　　 When the sword collided with the sword, Fang Lang suddenly exploded with the speed of the sword, and the double-sword flow exploded. The alien soldiers didn't even have time to swing the sword to resist, they were constantly hit by Fang Lang's sword.

　　He kept raising the knife on the rung, the rung, and then the rung...

　　 Fang Lang took the sword, but he continued to run the gear because of inertia.

　　 And Fang Lang's virtual sword step exploded, pulling out the afterimages on the snowy ground, and the foreign soldier who was shaking was dazzled.

　　 Fang Lang threw the obsidian sword, which was like a black line, crossing the foreign soldiers and plunged into the mud behind him, Fang Lang swooped down like a long jump, leaping up and pulling up the mud all over the ground.

　　 After deceiving his body, Fang Lang exploded with blood, and the alien soldier who was shocked was at a loss.

　　 Sword Master? Warrior?

　　 Without waiting for him to clear, Fang Lang bent his knees and hit the alien soldier's head with his knees!

　　嘭!

　　The alien soldier was strong and sturdy, his head was slightly tilted, and Fang Lang landed, holding the obsidian sword behind the alien soldier with his backhand, and drew his sword.

　　 Swordsmanship!

　　 The sword light is bright and dazzling, and the sharp sword energy erupts at this moment!

　　 brings up the snow like a curtain!

　　 Flying snow all over the sky was cut away!

　　 The blood armor on the alien soldiers was instantly cut.

　　 The snow is flying, and the blood is flying too!

　　 Hot blood shot seven feet away on the snow!

　　While Fang Lang did not stop, the thunder offensive continued to fall, holding the sword in both hands, the body rushed forward, the tip of the sword was like a sharp pen, the pen fell like a piercing armour, continuous ink, continuous piercing!

　　 After only three or four breaths, he took a dozen swords.

　　 The soldiers of the foreign race were miserable, and the blood holes on their bodies kept bleeding, sprinkled on the snow like red plums.

　　He is stunned!

　　 His dignified third grade martial artist was hung up and beaten!

　　 He bleeds and roars.

　　 grabbing Fang Lang's sword with his bare hands, his palm bleeds, but he also locked Fang Lang's movement, and wanted to fight back!

　　 However, Fang Lang directly threw away two swords, causing the alien soldiers to open the empty door!

　　 Fang Lang raised his hand indifferently, and then "bombed" on the eyebrows of the alien soldiers.

　　 Snap Finger Sword Wave!

　　Kudan Sword Master’s Finger Sword Wave...

　　嘭!

　　 The ripples of sword air spread out, and the snowy ground kept shaking.

　　 The brains of this alien soldier were bloody, and the world was spinning.

　　 And Fang Lang swooped out, cold and solemn, stretched out his hand and opened his five fingers, grabbing the **** head of this alien soldier, pressing it on the ground, pushing and sliding, and the slush rolled up a thousand piles!

　　 "Destroy my faith? Shatter my spiritual mind?"

　　 "You... also worthy?"

　　 A faint voice sounded.

　　 One punch, another punch... another punch!

　　 The snow was shaking, and all the snow in the mountain temple in the distance fell, as if a girl was covering her eyes and couldn't bear to look straight.

　　……

　　……

　　 The door of the actual combat hall opened with a thud.

　　 Fang Lang had a gloomy face, dusted his blood-stained shirt, and walked out slowly. Although he beat the examiner painfully, Fang Lang was not happy at all.

　　 The three princes are staring at him, which gives Fang Lang a strong sense of crisis and urgency. With his current strength, if he enters the Imperial Capital, he will definitely be suppressed by the three princes.

　　 Originally thought that reaching the third stage of the sword master's cultivation level could rest, but now it seems that it is far from enough!

far away.

　　The same test officer from the Ministry of Rites came slowly with Liu Hao.

　　 Liu Hao couldn't help but ecstatic when he saw Fang Lang, who was stained with blood and had an unhappy face, Fang Lang...Is this not a good exam? !

　　 Suddenly, Liu Hao felt as sweet as drinking honey in his heart!

　　 He just can't get used to Fang Lang, Fang Lang is unhappy, he is happy!

　　His happiness is to build on Fang Lang's pain!

　　 seemed to sense Liu Hao's gloat, Fang Lang glanced at him, curled his mouth, and walked out of the examination room.

　　 Liu Hao stepped into the battle hall.

　　 The scene was randomly selected, and it turned out to be Fengxue Temple.

　　 The formation is on, Liu Hao saw the scene in the Fengxue Temple, he saw the collapsed mountain temple, and...

　　 Bloody, dying breath, the examiner with a bruised nose and a swollen nose at UU reading www.uukanshu.com.

　　 "hiss——"

　　 What did Fang Lang do to the examiner? !

　　 Beat the examiner?

　　 Is this examiner so watery? !

　　 Then, Liu Hao was overjoyed, and the examiner was injured!

　　 Then he can... lie down and win?

　　 However...

　　 Happy but instant.

　　 The alien soldier who was beaten by Fang Lang from head to tail slowly climbed up from the snow, with red eyes and broken blood armor emerging, and he went all out, full of grief and anger suddenly vented, and rushed towards Liu Hao with a roar.

　　 Liu Hao: "Light..."

　　 There are three thousand miles of tears.

lighter.

　　……

　　……

　　 Fang Lang just walked out of the examination room, and the cold rain fell on his skin, bringing a bit of icy moisture.

　　咻!

　　 A sound of breaking through the air resounded.

　　 Wen Ting took control of the sword, falling quickly and appeared beside Fang Lang.

　　 Seeing Fang Lang's body stained with blood and depressed mood, Wen Ting couldn't help but stalk.

　　 Could it be that... Fang Lang failed the actual combat assessment? !

　　 There is a problem with this martial arts test!

"what happened?"

　　 Wen Ting asked seriously.

　　 Fang Lang saw Wen Ting, and he pursed his mouth, feeling down: "Wen to study, I'm sorry..."

　　 Wen Ting's expression changed, and his brows frowned: "If you have any grievances, please tell me directly."

　　 Fang Lang took a deep breath, as if he was really grieved, and said:

　　 "I almost killed the examiner..."

　　 "Sir, he forced me!"

　　 Wen Ting: "."

　　 "……"

　　Ps: Yesterday I went to wear glasses, the degree has risen by two hundred, broken one thousand, and my heart is congested... Today, I will save my body, collect, vote, and reward~