Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

"Bind genius becomes stronger (

The towering ancient city of Chang'an is like a dragon sleeping in the color of ink, exuding coercion, which makes people awe and look up to.

After Fang Lang stepped down, he saw Jiang Linglong, Wei Sheng and others waiting for him in front of Chang'an City, and the smiles on their faces became brighter.

It was an inexplicable feeling of being picked up by someone in a previous life.

The rain fell steadily, falling in the smoke of Chang'an, as if it had condensed into an exquisite meticulous landscape painting.

Fang Lang was very excited, and finally saw old ginger, and finally he could squeeze old **** again!

Old Jiang is the big head of his fetters, taking advantage of the palace test is about to squeeze a bit more to see if he can get a higher level in the palace test.

It's all right now, all the fetters are gathered in Chang'an.

Squeeze, squeeze well!

Fang Lang's eyes shone brightly, and the smile on his face became more gentle.

Ni Wen and Liu Bubai also fell. Ni Wen was a little cautious and timid, but Liu Bubai held his head high, looking at Jiang Linglong with the veil, and said with a smile: "Ms. Jiang Pei, you are here."

After all, Liu Bubai had participated in the Wenjian competition with Fang Lang and others, so they were familiar.

Chao Xiaojian and Wen Ting also emerged.

Wen Ting looked at Pei Liao, who had jumped off the roof of the carriage and wore a hat, was slightly startled, and then nodded.

"long time no see."

Wen Tingdao.

There was not much expression on Pei Liao's delicate face that made women jealous. He just nodded indifferently, and then his gaze fell on Fang Lang.

"The Fang Lang who drew the lotus sword?"

Pei Liao spoke, his voice full of magnetism.

Fang Lang felt that the person in front of him was very cool, it was a kind of coolness exuding from his bones.

"Is the iron red arrow heading towards you just now?"

When asked this sentence, Pei Liao was a little uncertain, but he smelled blood on Fang Lang's body, which was contaminated with the smell of royal blood.

However, before Fang Lang spoke, Wen Ting strode forward, raised his hand, and swept towards Pei Liao.

"Old Pei, let's take a step to speak."

Pei Liao frowned, and the leather scabbard in his hand was pressed against Wen Ting's chest, but Wen Ting slipped past it very well, and then took Pei Liao's shoulder.

Pei Liao's pupils tightened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his voice increased by an octave.

"Wen Ting! Let go of your dirty hands!"

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Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was a bit hot.

The sound of the wheels turning, crushing the water all over the floor, is very pleasant.

Along the way, Fang Lang, in the carriage, kept discussing with Jiang Linglong about the knowledge related to swordsmanship.

Old Jiang wore a veil, but did not refuse, chatting with Fang Lang.

While chatting, Jiang’s eyes narrowed into crescents, and some of the swordsmanship issues mentioned by Fang Lang were also rewarding for her. Listening to the sound of raindrops outside the window, he and Fang Lang discussed the issue of cultivation freely in the carriage. It feels... very beautiful.

"Ding! The host conducts in-depth exchanges with Jiang Linglong, the fettered object, about spiritual practice, triggers passive spiritual practice, and obtains rewards [Spells·Ice Bow (Magician Specialization)]"

exploded!

This is an explosion, or in-depth communication!

It's really squeezed ginger!

Fang Lang was very happy.

Jiang Linglong took Fang Lang, Ni Wen and Liu Bubai straight to Prince Wu's Mansion. Wen Ting also stayed in Prince Wu's Mansion. After all, Prince Wu's Mansion occupies a very large area and it is not short of a few rooms.

The most important thing is that if Fang Lang lives in the Chang'an Station, even though the Three Princes are afraid to kill in Chang'an, they can do everything they can to prevent Fang Lang from practicing properly, which will affect the upcoming palace exam.

Moreover, with the signature of Prince Wu's Mansion, Fang Lang can also block many challenges from the top 500 in the gold list, saving a lot of trouble.

As the night got deeper, Jiang Linglong arranged for Fang Lang and others to stay, and then returned to his yard.

As soon as she returned to the yard, Princess Pei pulled her skirt up, holding the oil paper umbrella in one hand, and trotting over with her toes.

"Ling'er, is that Xiao Fang okay?"

"I heard he lives in our mansion? May I go and take a look?"

"Be able to write'If you don't break Loulan, you won't pay it back', let my mother see if it's as aggressive as your father."

Princess Pei curiously said, and by the way, she craned her neck and took a look behind Jiang Linglong to see if there was Fang Lang.

Jiang Linglong pursed the corners of her lips, holding the oil paper umbrella like this, looking at her mother quietly.

The smile on Princess Pei’s glamorous face gradually disappeared, and the anticipation began to recede quickly, her neck curled up like a quail.

"Damn."

"Qiu Feng Qiu Yu is sad, mother's head hurts a bit."

"Go back and rest first."

Princess Pei's Lanhua finger stroked her forehead lightly, and then took her maid out of the Linglong Courtyard with small steps.

Jiang Linglong rolled his eyes silently.

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In the small courtyard of King Wu's Mansion.

The candlelight is long.

Fang Lang crossed his knees on the bed, exhaling a suffocating breath.

He rubbed his eyebrows, and the spiritual power escaping from the broken Tielu Red Arrow was too supplemented, and Fang Lang's spiritual thought suddenly soared to the level of a three-stage surgeon, making his brain very painful now.

The feeling of squeezing in made him very helpless.

He closed his eyes, thinking in his mind the magic technique he had just obtained by squeezing old ginger, ice bow.

"[Ice Bow] will be obtained through the aid of spiritual memory and spiritual transmission, and solve the authenticity of the magic from the causal level. Please rest assured that the host can practice."

The information of ice arching crazily flooded my mind.

In front of Fang Lang's eyes, a unique picture appeared.

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Xiaoxue is long.

The boy stood on the snowy ground, his hands hanging down, his five fingers hung in the air, when a piece of snow fell on the boy's fingertips, the boy opened his eyes openly.

The five fingers moved continuously, and the spirit wave spread, and countless snowflakes seemed to be drawn by the mysterious power, and gathered into a snow bow in the palm of the young man.

Take the spiritual mind as the string, and shape the bow with the snow!

The young man held a bow in one hand and held a piece of snow in the other, and suddenly pulled it, turning the snow into an ice arrow.

Bend the bow and archery.

Pieces of snowflakes are pierced and strung together.

Day after day, year after year.

...

Fang Lang opened his eyes, the candle burned halfway, and the wax was overflowing.

After gaining a magic technique, Fang Lang felt that the bulging spirit in his mind was relieved a lot, and it felt good.

After waiting for three days, the cooling of the [Instant Scepter] is over, maybe...I can find another chance to secretly poke the Third Prince?

This comes once every three days, maybe Fang Lang can rush to the level of the third-grade Shuxiu Shushu instructor before the palace exam? Become a fourth-tier jurisdiction in half a year? Towards the pinnacle of life?

However, Fang Lang just thought about it. The third prince’s cultivation level is definitely not weak. The reason why he stabbed him is because a ray of spiritual thought of Senior Taihua cut off his blood connection and made his body stiff. , He Fang Lang found the opportunity.

If you stabbed the third prince carelessly, you might be beaten to death.

Let's look for opportunities slowly.

Hold on, don't wave!

Fang Lang got rid of this very tempting idea.

Just when he intends to continue to stabilize his cultivation.

A dark shadow appeared outside the door.

"Talk?"

A cold voice floated.

Fang Lang was startled, got up and opened the door, and saw the old Jiang's uncle standing at the door with a cold and delicate face.

"Master Pei."

Fang Lang made a move.

Pei Liao held the leather long knife, nodded coldly, and then stepped into the house.

"I heard that in the Qiuling Demon Que hunting ground, a wisp of spiritual thought of Sovereign Taihua appeared from the lotus sword?" Pei Liao asked.

Fang Lang nodded and briefly described the situation.

After hearing this, Pei Liao rarely felt a touch of excitement on his delicate face. After a long time, a touch of sadness flashed in his eyes and shook his head.

"Sect Master Taihua counts me as half a master, you took the lotus, and in Chang'an, I will cover you."

Pei Liao said.

Fang Lang was taken aback, glanced at the long knife hidden in the leather scabbard, then at Pei Liao.

Pei Liao said coolly: "If I practice sword, then I am not a half disciple."

After the count, he grabbed the leather knife placed on the table and planned to leave.

Fang Lang's mouth twitched, you are so cool.

However, I always feel that this half of the disciple, you are self-proclaimed?

"Master Pei, I'm actually a little curious."

Fang Lang took a deep breath and asked all the doubts he had experienced this night.

"Say."

Pei Liao stopped, concise and concise.

Fang Lang is speechless, your character and name really don't match.

"I'm the number one in the civil and military gold list anyway. The three princes moved me so aggressively, didn't Emperor Tang have any reaction?"

Fang Lang asked.

He was very curious that Qiuling Demon Que was only three hundred miles away from Chang'an, so it could be simply said that it was at the feet of the emperor.

The three princes took such a brazen move to deal with him who is about to be the first in the civil and military gold list of the palace exam, won't it chill the hearts of the world's students?

Pei Liao was startled, his eyes fluctuated for a long time, and he put the leather knife back on the table.

With a cold face, he slowly spoke to explain it.

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The night is full of thick ink like endless ink.

The wheels of the wagon crushed the traces of the autumn rain all over the ground, dizzying the ripples.

Lu Taixuan stepped down from the carriage, opened the gourd around his waist, took a sip of wine, and walked towards the palace shrouded in night.

The entrance to the imperial city.

A figure walked out slowly, the exquisite official robe, even in the dark, could hardly hide its brilliance.

As soon as Li Pu held the umbrella, he walked slowly, and the raindrops fell on the surface of the umbrella and gradually dispersed into thick fog.

Lu Taixuan walked staggeringly while drinking, and stood side by side with Li Puyi.

The two stopped one after another.

The sound of rain falling, seems to have disappeared.

Only the voice of the two of them was left.

"You, right, since you have chosen the position of the third prince, you should help yourself. The palace test is about to come. At the feet of the holy emperor, the third prince will kill the leader of the civil and military rankings. It is still too presumptuous. Although the holy emperor is old... ...But it's still there."

Lu Taixuan said.

"Lv Xiang, you have taken a picture." Li Pu said lightly: "This is a world of spiritual practitioners, and everything is inferior, only the cultivation is high."

"The third prince is certainly wrong, but only because of his upright character, besides, he can't enter the eyes of the holy emperor if he is less than the eighth rank."

"As long as the iron law of the Li family doesn't fall for a day, everyone below the 9th rank of the Tang Dynasty will be safe, because only the iron law is their hope of detachment..."

"And the holy emperor... holds the hope of all practitioners in the world."

"There is one less civil and military gold leader, and there are thousands of gold leaders."

The ding-dong sound of raindrops falling in the stagnant water was endless.

Lu Taixuan took a sip of his wine in silence, Li Puyi's words were like a thunder after the cloud, tearing the thick cloud over the world of Tang Dynasty.

With a smile, Lu Taixuan shook his head: "That's what I said, to let the Holy Emperor stand out for him, it's not enough just to be the leader of the civil and military gold list..."

Li Pu smiled: "Lu Xiang is right. The leader of the gold list is indeed not enough. If he can become a champion, he is qualified to talk to the Holy Emperor."

"This world is the world of the Li family, the third prince... after all, is the blood of the holy emperor."

"Despite all faults, the tolerance is always high, and the iron law is kind to him."

"If that little guy feels wronged, he has to become a champion first."

"However, he won't be the champion."

As soon as Li Pu held the umbrella, he dusted his official robes and moved on, passing by with Lu Taixuan.

"This champion, my son is determined."

"This is my son's era."

Li Pu said calmly ~www.ltnovel.com~ but full of confidence.

Li Pu walked away.

The rain is falling all over the ground and the temperature is getting lower and lower.

Lu Taixuan drank a sip of wine, and the wine's mouth was like burning a knife and sliding his throat, he stroked his beard and smiled.

"Hey, Li Yuanzhen..."

"It doesn't feel good."

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Outside the window, the wind and rain gradually stopped

Inside the house, candles burned and wax oil spilled over the table.

Pei Liao is gone.

Fang Lang sat on the chair and fell into deep thought. After a long time, he let out a suffocating breath.

According to Pei Liao, this world is the world of practitioners. Emperor Tang is not only the emperor of mortals, but also the emperor of practitioners. That iron law controls the hope of detachment from all practitioners.

Therefore, the holy emperor didn't care about it, but this matter, or Fang Lang's status, was not up to the degree that the holy emperor could take charge.

Only by taking a scientific research champion can you be qualified to speak with the holy emperor.

Standing up, Fang Lang went back to bed cross-legged.

The world of practitioners, after all, depends on strength, and strength is the capital that makes people value you.

And strength is your foundation!

Fang Lang understood. In the final analysis, he was too weak or not dazzling enough.

Fang Lang closed his eyes, Pei Liao's words echoed in his mind.

"That iron law controls the hopes of all practitioners. If one day, you can tear open the Tang sky covered by iron law with your sword, like Sovereign Taihua, and leap into transcendence without relying on the power of iron law. , Then you will be qualified for a true dialogue with the Holy Emperor."

Fang Lang opened his eyes and switched his fetters.

Around the body, Ni Wen, Jiang Linglong, Liu Bubai, and Wei Sheng's four phantoms emerged.

It seems time to work hard.

"System, use the punch card!"

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