Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

　　 Chang'an, Wu Wangfu.

　　 The drizzle was swaying and the light gradually dimmed.

　　 The lantern hung on the promenade was lit by the maid, and the autumn wind carried the raindrops against the lantern, making the light sway dimly.

　　 In the courtyard, the chat between Princess Pei and Jiang Linglong ended. Jiang Linglong held the oil paper umbrella and sent the princess in the red cloak out of the courtyard.

　　咻!

　　 A sound of breaking through the sky resounded, and it was a flying sword whizzing, chopping up the raindrops, like cutting a white line from the rain curtain.

　　 Zao Wou-ki spewed blood, raised his hand and grabbed it, and he took the flying sword.

　　 Jiang Linglong and Princess Wang, who were about to walk out of the yard, stopped, and the courtyard became quite quiet.

　　 Zao Wou-ki took down the letter on Feijian, glanced at it, and suddenly his eyes narrowed.

　　 He hurriedly handed the letter to Jiang Linglong.

　　 "Miss, look."

　　 Jiang Linglong frowned slightly, took the letter, glanced at it, and her long eyelashes trembled.

　　In an instant, the temperature around the courtyard seemed to be emptied in an instant, becoming extremely cold, and the raindrops that fell down seemed to turn into ice beads.

　　 She has a cold face, her beautiful face is like frost.

　　 Princess Pei, feeling her daughter's sudden burst of aura, shrank her white neck in shock.

　　 "Ling'er, did Xiaofang have an accident?"

　　 "Look at you in a hurry."

　　As soon as the words fell, Jiang Linglong's eyes swept over, and Princess Pei hurriedly covered her mouth, staring at her beautiful eyes, as if I did not dare to speak.

　　 Jiang Linglong retracted his gaze and looked at Zao Wou-ki: "Old Zhao, prepare a cart and horse, let's go out of the city and go to the Qiuling Monster Hunting Ground."

Out of town?

　　 Zao Wou-ki's eyes condensed, fists and bowed: "Hey."

　　 However, as soon as the words fell, Princess Pei carefully raised her white palm.

　　 Jiang Linglong almost laughed angrily when seeing her mother like this. Are you a mother or I am a mother...

"Say."

　　The princess suddenly smiled happily: "That...Ling'er, if you go out of the city, it's very dangerous. Old Zhao is not good enough, or... call your father?"

　　 "Neither can your father, he doesn't even want to get out of the room now, it is impossible to save Xiaofang."

　　 "This way, go call your uncle... he should be able to help you."

　　 Princess Pei took the oil paper umbrella and said.

　　 "Xiao Fang's poem written by that child is good, and my mother appreciates him very much. Go."

　　 Although the princess seemed to be very unreliable, the care in her words made Jiang Linglong's eyes tremble slightly, and her cold face also bloomed with a smile that made the lonely autumn brighter.

"Great."

　　 Jiang Linglong Road.

　　 "If your brother-in-law dares not to go, tell your mother, mother will pull his ears off!"

Princess 　　 rolled up her sleeves and looked like she was pulling her ears.

Humph! She can't cure her husband, her daughter, or her younger brother who grew up? !

　　 Jiang Linglong smiled, and ordered the maid to hold up the umbrella to send the princess back to bed, then together with Lao Zhao, she opened the umbrella and broke through the rain and headed outside the house.

　　……

　　……

　　 Fang Lang stared at the sky, a group of wriggling black objects roared from a distance, like a falling meteorite!

　　 Hidden weapon? !

　　 is near!

　　 is getting closer!

　　 Fang Lang saw clearly that it was a ferocious wolf exuding a demon spirit!

　　 Under the rain, the hair is soggy.

　　The wild wolf opened its mouth full of fangs in the air, whizzed down, and roared towards Fang Lang, seeming to fly!

　　 Fang Lang frowned, and the sword in his hand raised abruptly.

　　The black obsidian sword is completely black, it seems that the rain curtain of heaven and earth is cut open with black lines, and there is sword energy spreading from Fang Lang's feet to the top!

　　 The wolf fell and was cut in half by Fang Lang with a sword.

　　 "Woo", blood spilt like a torrent of rain, and the body of the wild wolf split in two. From Fanglang's head, it smashed into the ground like a diversion, splashing blood and mud on the ground, marking a long distance.

　　In the distance, Wen Ting, who was sitting on the tree trunk, drank the gourd tea from the gourd, and he stopped suddenly.

　　 Cover the gourd, pin it to the waist.

　　 Wen Ting stood upright on the trunk, a plain cloth soaked in the rain.

　　 He looked at the monster-filled wolf that fell from the sky and was split by a sword.

　　 Fortunately, the evil spirit of that wild wolf is not strong.

　　 Flying wolf outside the sky? !

what happened?

　　 Wen Ting felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong.

　　 Fang Lang defeated all the challenged students with one enemy and dozens of them. Not only did he not run out of spiritual energy, but he became more courageous and stronger, and even broke through to the fifth sword master in battle.

　　 This is a bit of common sense that impacts Wen Ting.

　　The problem that can't be analyzed, I can only sigh with emotion, the roots of the purple product...horrible!

　　 This may be the peculiarity of the mutation root bone!

Ok?

　　 Wen Ting frowned slightly, and the palm under his sleeve did not know when he had already clenched the hilt.

　　 He looked towards the misty distance.

　　 A very luxurious carriage stopped there, and countless raindrops splashed on the top of the nanmu car, bringing up a mist of mist.

　　 The rain that falls from the sky is twisted and blurred around the carriage!

　　 The carriage was stationary, three hundred feet apart.

　　 The silk curtain rolled up by wind and rain from time to time exposed the noble figure in the carriage. Wen Ting grasped the sword's hand and squeezed tightly.

　　 Wow, wow.

　　The wheels finally began to crush the wind and rain, moving forward slowly.

　　 Three hundred feet, two hundred feet, one hundred feet...

　　 The carriage is gradually clear in the dimness.

　　 The rain washed away with a strong smell of blood, and the corpse of the wolf that had been cut in half gradually became cold.

　　 Fang Lang was holding Obsidian, Lianshengjian retracted the sword box, slowly turned around, looked at the carriage, the carriage was getting closer, and finally stopped at ten feet.

　　In Fang Lang's eyes, everything on the carriage is extremely clear, even the lines on the carriage's nanmu can be seen clearly.

　　 carriage, Tsing Yi boy.

　　 The two are like the two points on the left and right in the ink painting. The distance between them is no more than ten feet. They seem very close, but in fact they are as far apart as a world.

　　 The world is quiet, only the sound of rainstorm washing.

　　 Fang Lang stared at the carriage, tightened the sword in his hand, dispelled the pungent **** smell, frowned, and stared at the carriage.

　　 The raindrops between heaven and earth twisted around the carriage, like a bead curtain being opened to both sides.

"do you know?"

　　 "The wild wolf you just killed is my prey."

　　 In the rain curtain, there was a lazy voice in the carriage.

　　 Fang Lang glanced at the wild wolf and raised his eyebrows. These years... have you actually touched porcelain?

　　 "It's not my intention to kill the wolf. It came suddenly and I couldn't hold the sword."

　　 Fang Lang said.

　　 Inside the carriage, there was a soft laughter.

　　 "Yes."

　　 "I forgive you. Not only can you not have to die and draw a clear line with the Jiang family, I can also give you a chance to follow."

　　 "Since then, there is no worry about food and clothing, and the resources for spiritual practice are unlimited."

　　 Inside the carriage, the voice was faint.

　　 "Hurry up and thank you."

　　 The sound of rain roared, and the surroundings became extremely silent, leaving only the elegant sound around.

　　 Thank you...

　　 Listening to this voice, and this high voice...

　　 I can be sure, in the carriage... is the third prince.

　　 "I have always had no trouble with food and clothing."

　　 "The resources for cultivation are unlimited, so I will double my current resources tenfold...Can I provide a hundred middle-grade spirit crystals for my cultivation every day, do I have hundreds of thousands of gold coins to spend?"

　　 Fang Lang asked with his sword.

　　 In the carriage, the voice suddenly quieted strangely.

　　 Fang Lang curled his lips and said regretfully: "It seems that there is no?"

　　 "Then you say a fart."

　　 Boom!

　　 Fang Lang's words just fell.

　　 "Presumptuous!"

　　 Inside the carriage, there was a sharp shout.

　　 The rain seems to be stagnant all over the sky.

On the carriage, the Nan Yehuo wrapped in a red robe hood suddenly opened his eyes. The hood was blown away by the wind and rain, revealing a series of eyebrows. Suddenly a terrifying coercion swept out of his body, countless falling from the sky The raindrops were crushed and crushed into fog!

　　 Between heaven and earth, rain clouds fall!

　　 When the mountains fell, the dragon turned over!

　　 The terrifying pressure fell from the sky, and the rain was suddenly pressed to the ground, without the slightest ripple.

　　 is like a mountain being moved by an immortal **** and slammed on Fang Lang's body!

　　 The heart of the earth burst into a terrifying grip, grabbing his feet, and pressing him on the ground!

　　 The world is shaking!

　　咻!

　　 Between the woods, the rain curtain is torn apart!

　　 Wen Ting has sharp eyes, and the sword slung around his waist is out of its sheath.

　　 Running in the rain, three steps, two steps, one step!

　　 The muddy rain splashed.

　　 Wen Ting fell beside Fang Lang, and the sword in his hand plunged into the ground, a surging sword intent burst out of him, spreading the terrifying coercion into a three-foot circle.

　　The pure land within the circle.

　　 Rain cannot enter, wind cannot enter, and coercion cannot enter!

　　 Wen Ting is holding his sword, the extremely slender thin sword, but it is like a pine and bamboo!

　　 blocked the terrifying coercion like the collapse of heaven and earth for Fang Lang.

　　 Nan Yehuo sat on the carriage, looking at him with a calm expression on his face.

　　 Wen Ting... the gentleman sword of Chang'an wind and rain that stirred up in the past, but now...

　　 is just a small sword repair at the pinnacle of the sword mood.

　　 Fang Lang stood behind Wen Ting, his expression extremely serious.

　　 When you have no strength, the world will not choose to support you.

　　 Is this the sadness of the little man?

　　 Is this the end without strength? !

　　 Fang Lang was calmer than ever at this moment, but there was a fire in his heart, which made him want to become stronger like never before!

　　 In the cyclone of his Dantian, the sword intent seed seemed to feel his thoughts, and it started to circle at high speed, and countless sword auras were stirred.

　　 Between heaven and earth, there is a gale!

　　 Blow away the raindrops.

　　 In the carriage, the luxurious silk curtain was lifted by a pale hand, revealing a handsome and handsome face.

　　 Li Liancheng walked out of the carriage with apathy in his eyes, his loose robe flying high by the wind.

　　He condescendingly looked at Fang Lang and Wen Ting below.

　　 his gaze fell on Wen Ting, and a touch of sarcasm hung from the corner of his mouth.

　　 "Back when you were forced to retreat from Chang'an by my big emperor brother, you were afraid of my big emperor brother, but...not afraid of me?"

　　 Li Liancheng's eyes gradually showed a touch of bright gold, and finally smudged the entire pupil, and even the tip of his hair was smudged with gold little by little.

　　 A burst of brilliant might spread from him.

　　 At this moment, even Donglu Jiansheng Nanyehuo, who was sitting on the carriage, felt a sense of depression!

　　 The blood of the Tang royal family!

　　 is the blood of the man who stands at the peak of the Tang Dynasty!

　　 The entire carriage seemed to be smudged into gold.

　　 Li Liancheng supported the wall of the carriage with one hand, staring at Wen Ting, calm and indifferent, and said, "Kneel down."

　　 Two words, like a cloud, two notes of thunder.

　　 Wen Ting's eyes tightened to the extreme, and he seemed to think of the nightmare scene again.

　　 His three-foot pure land seems to be broken.

　　 That thin sword suddenly bends into an extremely exaggerated arc, seeming to be breaking at any time!

　　The pressure of the royal blood penetrated into ~www.ltnovel.com~ to make Wen Ting and Fang Lang kneel.

　　 suddenly.

　　 Li Liancheng's golden eyes turned, his eyes crossed the hard resistance, and Wen Ting almost knelt down.

　　 his gaze fell on Fang Lang, who was only in the second stage realm behind him.

　　 This boy in Tsing Yi, facing the coercion of his royal family at this moment, his eyes are fixed on him, his spine is straight, and it seems that he is not affected at all.

　　 Tsing Yi is moving.

　　 Countless rainwater under the feet of the boy gathered and circled, forming a blooming lotus.

　　 Between heaven and earth, a slight sigh lingered, coming from the sword box behind the boy.

　　 With a sigh.

　　 The dim world suddenly lit up, as if it was burned by a spark.

　　 Fang Lang only felt that the sword intent seeds in the dantian seemed to be a lot weaker, and then the lotus sword on his back was automatically lifted out of its sheath and suspended.

　　 Endless white light escaped from the lotus sword.

　　 The white light condensed into a graceful fuzzy figure...

　　 The majestic elegance, stunning the whole world.

　　 The graceful figure took a step, and held Lotus very casually.

　　 passed Fang Lang and Wen Ting.

　　 The three princes Li Liancheng Jin Tong tightened.

　　 On the carriage, the Nan Yehuo in the red robe was no longer calm for the first time!

　　 "Xuanyuan Taihua!"

　　He stood up on the carriage, his eyebrows rose and fell, and a fiery red sword appeared in his hand...

　　 However, the sword has not yet been thrown out.

　　 The graceful figure gently handed out a sword, like a buddha throwing a lotus.

　　 sword, bottom up!

　　 噗嗤!

　　 Nan Yehuo's entire arm holding the sword... was cut off bit by bit.

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