Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

　　 The raindrops were blown diagonally by the wind and hit the world.

　　 In front of the Qiuling Monster Que hunting ground, there was a dead silence.

　　 was traveling around with a bleeding nose and mouth, lying on the ground, looking at the gloomy sky with loose eyes, a little cold in his heart.

　　 He lost terribly.

　　 Traveling around has always felt that the reason why Fang Lang got the first place in the gold list was because of Fang Lang's excellent performance in the literary test. As for Fang Lang's strength, he was probably just like him when he was a new swordsman.

　　 However, today, reality has dealt a heavy blow to him.

　　 The young man Jiang Linglong wanted to protect was really extraordinary.

　　 The rain slapped his cheeks, a bit wet and salty.

　　 At this moment, no one is paying attention to the travel that lost two front teeth, everyone is staring at Fang Lang.

　　 The boy returned to the Obsidian Sword, holding the sword.

　　 The peaceful words contained infinite arrogance. When he laughed, the world was silent.

　　In the distance, above the trunk.

　　 Wen Ting's eyes sparkled.

　　 "Second-dan warrior?"

　　 Is this one of Fang Lang's hole cards?

　　 It was the first time that Wen Ting discovered that Fang Lang had actually subordinated to martial arts and had reached the level of a martial artist. He thought he knew Fang Lang well, but now it seems that he does not.

　　 It's no wonder that I got the first place in the civil and military scientific examination.

　　 Wen Ting looked at the travels falling to the ground, his face didn't have much joy, and he stared at the next situation.

　　 gang fight?

　　 Fang Lang's words made the students of Chang'an Academy and the Guozijian look at each other.

　　 In a gang fight...Are you too weak on martial arts?

　　 After all, they are students from an established academy in the world. They came to challenge Fang Lang for a hope, but if the group fights, then who wins Fang Lang?

　　 Fang Lang saw the hesitation in their eyes, and his heart suddenly froze.

　　 I feel like the leeks are about to start pulling.

　　 This is no good!

　　 Fang Lang grinned, looking at a group of students in Chang'an Academy in the distance, holding a sword in one hand, his neck slowly stretching forward, and raising his other hand, pointing to his head.

　　 "Come on, hit me, hit here!"

　　 "A group of pickled (a) 臜 (za) counseling goods."

　　 The voice lingered.

　　 After the world is silent, it is like hot oil boiling in the pot!

　　 Wen Ting opened the gourd stopper and drank a sip of wolfberry tea.

　　 This guy is really...too much punched!

　　 is so ridiculous and cheap!

　　 Even he couldn't help but want to rush forward to beat Fang Lang.

　　In the distance, the students of Chang'an Academy and Guozijian, their eyes tightened, and endless anger burst out!

　　 I have never seen such a request!

　　 can't bear it!

　　 Who does he think he is?

　　 With one enemy dozens of them, is his dantian aura inexhaustible? !

　　 A student from Chang'an Academy looked at each other, no longer caring about their faces, and swooped out in the autumn rain that was beating the world, turning into white awns and practicing galloping through the mountains, tearing the rain curtain, and shouting loudly!

　　 The sound of drawing swords, the sound of chanting, the sound of Wufu's blood gushing!

　　 Like a large handful of emerald beads splashing on the jade plate at the same time, it provokes the whole world and makes it noisy.

　　 The autumn rain raindrops falling from the sky were even shattered into countless gouache.

　　 gang fight.

as you wish.

　　 Dozens of students from Chang'an Academy and a dozen students from the Imperial College, smashed into the mud and rushed towards Fang Lang!

　　 The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

　　 The first to rush is the digital martial artist!

　　 They condensed the blood clothes on their bodies, and their soles stepped on the ground, like a horse galloping, causing the ground to tremble.

　　 One of them slightly clenched his fist and turned to the side. With his footsteps on the ground, his body bounced like a spring, dashed across an arc, and slammed his fist towards Fang Lang.

　　 A heavy punch, as if to mobilize the surrounding airflow in an inverted posture, converging on the fist.

　　 Fang Lang's eyes were gleaming, and he leaned slightly to reveal the sword box behind him.

　　 stretched out his hand, put his index finger and **** together, clicked on Jian Er, and slammed forward!

　　锵!

　　 The sword energy in the Fanglang Dantian cyclone suddenly swept, shaped like a storm, turned into a terrible thrust, pushing the lotus sword out!

　　In an instant!

　　The lotus sword has its hilt as its head, like a silver lightning behind a cloud.

The full raindrops falling from the sky were cut open by the high-speed moving lotus. It is vaguely visible that there are many fine lines on the lotus petals on the lotus sword. Compared with the speed of the lotus shooting, the falling raindrops are slow. Human gesticulation.

　　 The leaping Chang'an Academy martial artist was hit by the lightning-like lotus sword hilt in his chest, and the body-protecting qi and blood suit instantly burst like bubbles in the sun!

　　 The two collided like galloping horses, and the consequences can be imagined.

　　 There is a crisp sound!

　　 The student from Chang'an Academy had his chest sunken, and his white shirt was smeared with blood. The body that had just jumped out flew upside down in the same arc and fell to the ground, cutting the mud all over the ground.

　　 The faces of several diving students changed slightly.

　　 The bounced Lotus Sword was held by Fang Lang, and the Lingxu sword exploded, and his figure was dragged by the rain curtain.

　　 suddenly pulled out the obsidian from the mud, accumulated a long time of sword-drawing skills, and used the earth as a sheath to pull it out!

　　 The mud seems to be cut into a thin black snake-like thread.

　　 The crowd rushed in, and Fang Lang rammed in fearlessly, like a lone boat, rushing into the huge ocean that was about to swallow everything without regret.

　　 "Ding! Congratulations to the host for defeating a challenger and obtaining ten low-grade Lingjing auras."

　　 "Ding! Congratulations to the host for defeating a challenger and obtaining ten low-grade Lingjing auras."

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　　 Dantian Qihai is constantly consumed and filled!

　　 The two swords danced, at this moment, it seemed to be transformed into a troll hammer, transformed into a fairy whip, and one after another Chang'an Academy students were swept away vigorously!

　　 Under the rain curtain, the full raindrops reflecting the endless autumn spirit were smashed into pieces by the sword particles, smashed into rain and mist, and hit the human body. The person flew horizontally, carrying blood, and also with haziness.

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　　 The rain is pattering.

　　 Dressed in an elegant figure, holding an oiled paper umbrella, walking on the main road of Chang'an City, step by step, with a very steady pace, without any surprises that fall on the fall rain.

　　 He walked out of Chang'an City.

　　 After smiling at the guard of the city, he walked out of the city and set foot on the ancient bluestone road outside the city.

　　 However, his pace stopped.

　　 The world is silent, only the sound of raindrops beating on the umbrella surface.

　　 He raised his eyes and looked into the distance. In the distance, a young man with inch hair was standing in the rain with a black knife on his back. His waist was straight and he let the rain slap his body.

　　The young man turned his back to him. When the elegant young man walked out, he slowly turned around.

　　 "Wei Sheng?"

　　 Li Yuanzhen looked at Wei Sheng, his elegant face seemed to be rippling with autumn water, with a hint of astonishment.

　　 Wei Sheng turned around, with a smirk on his face.

　　 "Are you going to the Monster Que hunting ground?"

　　 Li Yuanzhen looked at Wei Sheng with a look of interest on his face: "Interesting."

　　 "You actually came to stop me because of Fang Lang."

　　 Wei Sheng sighed: "I'm not sure to beat you, but the teacher asked me to cover more square waves in the Imperial Palace..."

　　 "No way...he gave too much."

　　 "So, I can't let you pass, and if you want to win him, you should be in the palace exam, not in the hunting ground."

　　 The interest on Li Yuanzhen's face grew stronger and stronger. After a long time, it turned into a low laugh: "Interesting, then I will learn about Brother Wei's methods, just as... warm-up before the palace test."

　　 The words fall.

　　 Li Yuanzhen flicked his slender fingers in the air.

　　 A raindrop that slipped down the umbrella eaves was turned into a slender thread by him, like a piano string.

　　 Finger flick.

　　 is like a stream of high mountain flowing water, bursting in the spring of raindrops.

　　 From the feet of Li Yuanzhen, countless autumn rain water turned into a painting.

　　 The countless raindrops that fell from the sky were actually stagnant, and between Li Yuanzhen's play, they seemed to turn into a thousand arrows and shot at Wei Sheng.

　　 Wei Sheng scratched the back of his head and smiled.

　　 Then, the black knife he was carrying twitched, threw out a black lightning, and slammed it down!

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　　 The raindrops dripped from the sky, from big to small, and finally slapped on the top of the nanmu carriage. They burst into pieces, like a blooming green plum.

　　 The patter of autumn rain fell on the coachman who was wrapped in the red robe hood.

　　The curtain woven by gorgeous silk is occasionally blown by the wind carried in the rain, revealing the luxurious figure sitting lazily in the carriage.

　　 The wheels ran over the mud, leaving traces of ruts, but they were quickly wiped out by the falling autumn rain.

　　 In the rain, the carriage slowly stopped, and the horses groaned and stopped moving.

　　 is half a mountain away from the battlefield of dozens of white clothes in Tsing Yi.

　　 The carriage curtains were raised slightly, a pair of eyes looked out from the back of the carriage, through the heavy rain curtain, watching the battle clearly.

　　 "What a leader of the civil and military gold list, he is indeed a teenager who has shocked half of the world."

　　 A lazy voice came from the carriage.

　　 "No wonder you can kill Lin Yun."

　　 "Sect Master Nan thinks, how does this son?"

　　 The three princes said.

　　 The figure in the red robe hood trembled slightly, and slowly raised his head, under the hood, an old face with even eyebrows emerged.

　　 is the Sovereign of the Eastern Lu Jianzong, the Eastern Lu Jiansheng, and Nan Yehuo.

　　 "This son...the talent is like a demon, he is the top genius in this year's Datang Three Thousand Academy."

　　 "Lu Ze is not as good as him, Luoyang is not as good as him, and Li Yuanzhen... is not as good as him."

　　 Nan Yehuo said hoarsely.

"Oh?"

　　 Inside the carriage, the Juggernaut the Third Prince listened to Li Yuanzhen's evaluation, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

　　 "Only Jiang Linglong, Wei Sheng, and Ximen Xianxian can compare with them."

　　 Nanye Huo said again.

　　 The three princes became more and more surprised.

　　 "Ximen Xianxian, I understand that he is accumulating a great righteousness. Although this time the gold list is not high, but the palace test may be a blockbuster, it is a pity that he is under the command of the emperor brother."

　　 "Wei Sheng is the bloodline of the deceased family of the eight dynasties. He has the bloodline talent and is understandable."

　　 "Sister Linglong, as the only daughter of King Wu, inherited the new blood of King Wu. Although she has not been activated, she has unlimited potential."

　　 "Fang Lang... why compare with them?"

　　 the third prince asked lightly.

　　 Donglu sword sage Nan Yehuo just shook his head, his voice overshadowed the sound of rain, and said hoarsely: "Intuition, and he pulled out the lotus."

　　 The third prince's voice was faint: "This joke is not funny."

　　 "If your Royal Highness wants to be an enemy of him, the old man's suggestion...While he hasn't risen yet, kill him."

　　 Nan Yehuo said earnestly: "So, the old man personally drove for His Highness this time."

　　 The world fell into deathly silence.

　　 After a long time, the third prince chuckled, but the words were very calm.

　　 "Unfortunately, you can't kill...The leader of the civil and military gold list, the person who is the most watched in the palace test, he is going to die, and he cannot die in my hands."

　　 "If I die in my hands, my father will be angry."

　　 Nanyehuo was silent.

　　 seems to think of the horror of the anger of the supreme being in the deep palace.

For a long time, Nan Yehuo was hoarse and said, "Then you can subdue him, but you can't subdue him...it will ruin him~www.ltnovel.com~ The three princes lowered the luxurious silk curtain, leaned lazily in the soft carriage, and spit out In one breath.

　　 "Yes."

　　Rain, keep going.

　　 Nan Yehuo under the hood of the red robe raised his hand, and a wailing sound came from the dense forest. A wild wolf filled with evil spirits was captured and restrained by invisible power and howled miserably in the air.

　　 Nan Yehuo slowly loosened his eyebrows and tossed his hand.

　　 This wild wolf suddenly appeared in the air like a boulder thrown by a catapult, traversed an arc, and smashed into the Tsing Yi boy on the mountain next door.

　　 The reins whipped lightly.

　　 The wheels of the carriage finally turned, breaking the still splashed ink landscape, crushing the wind and rain and moving forward.

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　　 Fang Lang stopped in place with two swords.

　　 In the dantian, the aura is overflowing to the extreme, and the sword intent seeds in the dantian also intensify the transformation of sword qi.

　　 suddenly, within the cyclone, a trace of sword gas was condensed and formed.

　　 Boom!

　　 With a muffled sound, the shackles of the four-stage swordsman were broken, and the rain around him was invisibly distorted, and Fang Lang stepped into the five-stage swordsman.

　　 And the aura he harvested is still surging wildly, stacking the aura reserves needed by the five-stage sword master until it is complete, but Fang Lang wants to break through, and he still needs to transform his sword aura.

　　 When the last student from Chang'an Academy was dropped to the ground, his face was blue and white, and he limped and disappeared into the rain.

　　 Fang Lang raised his head abruptly, looking at the sky covered with autumn rain.

　　 The rain curtain was smashed, and a squirming black object was thrown at him!

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　　 Under the overturning rain curtain, the carriage seemed to shrunk through the mountains in the wind and rain, only 300 feet away from the Tsing Yi boy.

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