Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

The peaceful Jianshu Sect became noisy again, and a new disciple entered the sect this day.

On this day, Jianshu was not peaceful.

Fang Lang, the number one scholar in the new department, challenged Zhao Yu, an elite disciple of Huangji Jiange, on the first day of enrolling in the school.

This news swept across the entire Jianshu Sect like a huge tide. After all, this was a record-setting event.

Both the disciples of the Outer Sect and the Inner Sect were shocked by the news. However, not long after the shock, the news that Senior Brother Zhao Yu was challenged came out.

Everyone was stunned, what kind of evil did Brother Zhao Yu do?

But everyone is watching the fun and it's not a big deal.

Many Neizong disciples rushed to Pre-Jian Peak, wanting to wait and see the battle.

However, they had just arrived at Prejian Peak, the floating island suspended in the sea of ​​clouds, and the battle had already ended.

Senior brother Zhao Yu lay on the ground, his eyes were endlessly bleak, and even a little dazed.

The joys and sorrows of the world are not connected, and even feel a little noisy.

This is the look in the eyes of thousands of disciples of Jianshu Sect, which will never be forgotten.

Are the new disciples of this class so monstrous?

Afterwards, many disciples learned that this girl who had won against Zhao Yu was the second place in the scientific examination, and her strength was the real third-rank sword astral realm.

Senior brother Zhao Yu was hoisted up and hammered in all directions.

However, no one gloated, only felt the huge pressure. The new disciples were so powerful and monstrous, if they didn't work harder, they might be completely thrown away soon.

No one wants to lag behind, and cultivation must be competitive, let alone these disciples who have joined the Jianshu Inner Sect and have an infinitely bright future.

...

...

Jiang Linglong wore a veil and came to the small courtyard of the 800th seat. There were actually not many things in the courtyard.

The courtyard is actually not important, it represents more of an identity, mainly to settle in the Jiange, and to have the opportunity to go to the Yaoque corridor to withstand the baptism of the pressure of the two worlds.

Therefore, most of the time, the disciples in the Jiange will run to the Yaoque corridor instead of staying in the courtyard.

Like Zhao Yu, it is rare to be challenged twice a day, and the most important thing is to lose all of them, even rarer.

And the disciple in the 800th seat didn't care too much when he returned, since he wasn't the one who was beaten anyway.

When this happens, he won't say anything, just call and call it a day.

If you win, you will get it back. If you lose, you will obediently continue to practice hard to find a chance to win it back. This is the competition of Jianshu Neizong.

The door of Fang Lang's small courtyard was closed. He was practicing. Jiang Linglong glanced at it from a distance, and stepped back to his small courtyard.

Huangji Jiange, the seven hundred and ninety-ninth courtyard.

Fang Lang didn't know that Lao Jiang had also come to Jianshu Sect, and by the way he picked Zhao Yu off.

He is immersed in his practice at the moment. He runs the "Wan Jian Jing" exercise to transform the spiritual energy in the dantian cyclone into sword energy little by little. "Recorded running route changed the toughness.

The importance of exercises to practitioners is self-evident, because exercises are used to lay the foundation for monks.

Tens of thousands of feet tall buildings rise on the ground, if the foundation is not solid, the floors will naturally not be able to rise.

However, Fang Lang can still continue to absorb spiritual energy now. Logically speaking, when he has reached the ninth-level sword master, and is at the critical moment when the spiritual energy turns into sword energy, the physical body can no longer absorb spiritual energy.

However, Fang Lang is not just a sword cultivator, he is also a martial arts cultivator, a martial art cultivator, and a little bit of Confucianism cultivator...

Martial arts, arts and other cultivation bases need to absorb aura to be perfect.

The reason why there are not many people who practice the three paths is that it takes more time and energy than cultivating one path alone.

After Fang Lang switched to the bondage state, four phantoms appeared around his body.

With the help of Jiang Linglong's, Ni Wen's, Liu Bubai's and Wei Sheng's phantoms, Fang Lang's cultivation speed became extremely fast.

Fang Lang opened his eyes, and there was a slight air current blowing around his body, blowing his clothes to float.

He looked at the four phantoms and fell into deep thought.

The previous double repair card gave him a little inspiration.

"Sword repair, art repair, martial artist..."

"Can these fetters and phantoms be used for targeted practice in different categories?"

"For example, Ni Wen is a martial arts practitioner, so I asked her to assist my martial arts practitioner to practice together and absorb the spiritual energy needed by the martial arts. Wei Sheng is a martial artist, and let him assist my martial arts practitioner to practice together."

Fang Lang thought about it.

Thinking about it this way, Fang Lang immediately followed suit.

Use three things in one mind!

It will definitely greatly increase the speed of practice!

After all, fellow practitioners of the three subjects, if it weren't for a little chance, it would be difficult for Fang Lang to go far on the road of art repair and martial arts.

While Fang Lang's thoughts were surging, the phantom of fetters really moved.

The phantoms of Ni Wen and Wei Sheng absorb spiritual energy through spirit crystals.

The phantoms of Jiang Linglong and Liu Bubai were running the "Thousand Swords Classic".

In the three-pronged approach, Fang Lang's spirituality was consumed intensely and the burden was heavier, but the effect was excellent.

Fang Lang was delighted, and began to maintain this state and continue to practice!

The spiritual crystals are being consumed, the system experience is increasing, and the aura of sword repair is slowly transforming into sword energy, and the speed of practice is slowly increasing.

...

...

In a quarter of an hour.

Fang Lang opened his eyes and let out a breath. He dispelled the state of the four fetters, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows. Although it was said that it was a three-pronged approach, he was actually the one who was leading the way, and he was the one who consumed it. Inspiration.

"It would be great if I could activate the dual repair card a few more times."

The double repair card does not consume spiritual thoughts, which is very cool.

Fang Lang muttered.

For the first time, he discovered the beauty of double cultivation.

Instead of continuing to practice, Elder Ji said that he was going to gather at the Martial Arts Field, and then he seemed to be going to the hidden sword building of Jianshu Sect.

It should be to bring new disciples to choose suitable exercises.

Cultivation method is the key to every sect, and it is also the capital of establishing the sect. Why do the students of the academy desperately want to be admitted to the sect?

Walking out of the yard, Fang Lang saw Jiang Linglong who also came out of the next yard.

"Old Ginger?"

Fang Lang was surprised. He activated the meditation array just now, so he didn't know what sad things happened outside.

Jiang Linglong nodded coldly, Fang Lang understood instantly, and couldn't help but think of that Senior Brother Zhao Yu with some sympathy.

Fang Lang did not have an in-depth communication with Lao Jiang about his practice, and the two left Jiange and rushed to the martial arts field.

On the martial arts arena, Liu Bubai and Ni Wen had already been waiting there, and they were not the only ones. Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong also saw a few figures. They were other disciples recruited by the Jianshu Sect, and some of them were from the outer sect. A disciple of Inner Sect.

Several of them met Fang Lang during the scientific examination, but they don't remember clearly.

Fang Lang threw out the "Character Scan" enthusiastically, but quickly looked away in disappointment. The roots of these new disciples can only be regarded as ordinary.

Most of them are Huangpingengu. For Fang Lang today, Huangpingengu's help is not too great.

Wen Ting was wearing a blue cloth shirt with a sword on his waist. He was standing in the martial arts arena, holding a gourd and drinking wolfberry tea inside.

Elder Dao Scar Ji approached ferociously, glanced at everyone, and then nodded in satisfaction: "All here? Then let's go to the Tibetan Sword Tower together."

"Maybe you have practiced other exercises before, but some exercises may not be suitable for you. After entering the hidden sword building, it is not you who choose the exercises, but the exercises choose you. Fix it."

Elder Ji said.

The next moment, Elder Ji raised his hand and lifted it up slightly.

Fang Lang suddenly felt a sword energy growing out of thin air under his feet, like clouds surging, as if flying through the clouds.

This method is indeed powerful.

A group of people galloped under the drag of the sword energy, and soon, they flew over several peaks and landed in a building built on top of the peak.

This is an ancient building with an ancient clock on the top. An old man sat cross-legged beside the ancient clock, closing his eyes and meditating, with an unfathomable aura.

Elder Ji appeared in front of the attic with his new disciples, and slightly bowed his hands towards the old man beside the ancient clock.

"Senior, this year's new disciples joined the sect, and Ji Mo specially brought them here to select the exercises, and asked the seniors to open the building."

On the top of the building, the old man opened his cloudy eyes, and there seemed to be a flow of air in his eyes, and he glanced past.

The eyes first fell on Lao Jiang, then on Ni Wen, glanced over one by one, and finally fell on Fang Lang.

The old man only felt that there seemed to be a flash of purple light in his eyes.

"Huh?"

"Mutated root bone?!"

The old man was surprised.

"This year's new disciples are not bad."

The old man said.

Afterwards, the old man flicked his sleeves, and countless sword qi were born in the sky and the earth. On the roof, the sea of ​​clouds rolled, and among the countless clouds roaring, it seemed to turn into a mysterious magic formation.

crunch...

The door that looks like a wood door opens quietly.

"Enter the Tibetan Sword Tower, remember, don't fight, don't grab, there will be exercises to find you, if there are no exercises to find you, don't panic, don't be embarrassed, you will get a basic exercise before you leave the building compensate."

The old man's vicissitudes and hoarse voice came from the top of the building.

Afterwards, the old man raised his hand, grabbed the horizontal stake, and pushed it lightly.

The stake hit the ancient clock.

"when--"

The extremely distant bell exploded.

"Enter the building!"

The old voice envelops the bell, as if lingering in the tumbling sea of ​​clouds, far away and stretching.

In front of this ancient pavilion built on the top of the mountain, Elder Ji looked seriously at every new disciple.

"Now enter the building, remember not to use brute force to select exercises, let nature take its course."

Elder Ji said lightly.

After that, let the disciples step on the ancient stairs in an orderly manner and enter the hidden sword building.

Fang Lang also followed the team closely, stepped into it, there was no disturbance, Fang Lang's mentality was actually very peaceful.

Mainly, he already has the "Thousand Swords Classic", this exercise is his reward for becoming the number one scholar, and it is a top-grade exercise of the earth rank, which can be said to be extremely high!

It is basically impossible for Fang Lang to change his skills, so this time he entered the pavilion, Fang Lang felt that he was probably... just going through the motions.

...

...

Outside the pavilion, it became clean.

Elder Scar Ji stood there, looking at the disciples who disappeared in front of the hidden sword building with deep eyes.

Wen Ting drank wolfberry tea and said with a smile: "This hidden sword building is the capital of Jianshu Sect that has lasted for thousands of years. It contains 100,000 exercises, including ten earth-level exercises and eight mysterious exercises. Hundreds of..."

"Elder Ji thinks that someone can get the earth-level exercises?"

With a cold face, Elder Ji glanced at Wen Ting and said, "How many exercises did you attract when you entered the Tibetan Sword Tower?"

"Three hundred."

Wen Ting said with a smile.

"Of course, the amount of exercises you attract varies from person to person."

Elder Ji sneered: "You kid remembers it very clearly."

"I don't know about others. Anyway, that little guy Fang Lang will definitely get a ground-level exercise."

"I have no brains to bet on him!"

Afterwards, Elder Ji raised his hand and waved it, and a sword energy floated up from the flat ground, as if it had turned into a mirror, reflecting the picture in the hidden sword tower.

...

...

Fang Lang stepped into the hidden sword building, and after feeling the endless darkness in front of him, there was a bright white light.

A wooden corridor with no end in sight appeared in front of his eyes.

On the left and right sides of the promenade, there are towering bookshelves, and the ceiling is also blocked by the bookshelves. Fang Lang looks back and can see that behind him, his escape route is also blocked by the bookshelves.

The bookshelves are separated by grids, and in each grid is a booklet of exercises. Next to the booklet, there is a dagger. The booklet emits a faint light, but it illuminates the dark sword building.

The picture is very shocking, Fang Lang seems to have entered the world of the library, except for the long corridor ahead, there are bookshelves all around.

Fang Lang walked forward, and the daggers in the bookshelf grids trembled slightly.

This is the hidden sword building? !

What is hidden is the sword, what is hidden is the skill, what is hidden is also the inheritance of the sect!

Fang Lang calmed down, and the long candle lights scattered from nowhere, and the illuminated pavilion was brightly lit.

The soles of his feet stepped on the ancient pavilion, making a creaking sound, Fang Lang walked forward, not in a hurry, and his blue shirt slowly.

Switch the state of the four bonds.

After the state switch was completed, Fang Lang suddenly felt the sword intent seed in his dantian cyclone tremble slightly.

hum...

Suddenly, the trembling little swords in the grids of the bookshelves let out a clear buzzing sound.

Then, it turned into a lightning arc and shot towards Fang Lang!

Fang Lang was taken aback, but after the small sword was extremely fast, it was extremely quiet, quietly floating beside Fang Lang, as if waiting for a flop.

Fang Lang let out a breath, but suddenly, sonic booms exploded around him one after another.

The small swords in the grids of the bookshelves rushed towards each other at high speed, and they all hovered quietly behind Fang Lang's side.

There was a sonic boom, and then it became quiet.

Unknowingly, Fang Lang had more and more techniques floating around his body.

The grade of the kung fu can be determined according to the light emitted by the kung fu, the brighter the light, the higher the grade of the kung fu!

Fang Lang even saw group after group of kung fu that seemed to have high beam lights on, forcefully breaking through other kung fu and squeezing in front of him.

Fang Lang was dumbfounded, feeling that his surroundings seemed to have turned into a sea of ​​light!

He was surrounded by exercises!

What are you doing?

I don't need exercises anymore.

But in this situation, if I don’t choose one, will I not be able to get out of this building?

...

...

Outside the hidden sword building.

Elder Ji and Wen Ting, as well as the senior sitting on the top of the building, also cast their gazes on the sword spirit mirror in front of them.

What is projected in the mirror is the situation of many disciples in the hidden sword tower.

"Forty-two exercises to activate, acceptable, next one."

Elder Ji glanced at it, and with a wave of his hand, the screen changed to another disciple, and the light in the sword spirit mirror instantly dimmed.

"There are eighteen exercises to activate, and at most one can only be matched with one yellow-rank exercise."

Elder Ji continued to comment.

Then the screen turned, and Liu Bubai's figure emerged, surrounded by extremely bright lights.

"Huh? Invoke one hundred and nine exercises? This son's root is only ordinary, but the affinity of this exercise is not bad. It should be able to pick a mysterious exercise, which is worth one-third of Wen Ting. "

Wen Ting was speechless. Has he become a unit of measurement?

Then there was the picture of Ni Wen, the picture became brighter and brighter, and the number of exercises that were triggered reached 300, most of which were martial arts.

This is still the case when there are relatively few skills and exercises in the hidden sword building.

Elder Ji nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, a Wen Ting."

The picture in the sword mirror changed again, turning into Jiang Linglong's scene.

But see the endless brilliance glistening, dazzling!

Both Elder Ji and Wen Ting took a deep breath.

"Six hundred!"

A look of approval appeared on Elder Ji's face: "As expected of being the daughter of King Jiang Wu, the earth-level skills are stable, and besides, it's worth two warm courts."

Wen Ting: "..."

What about Fang Lang?

Both Wen Ting and Elder Ji were somewhat expectant and curious. How many skills can this year's No. 1 scholar, this little guy who has repeatedly performed miracles, induce?

The screen in the Jian Qi mirror changed.

The endless white light is dazzling, bright and completely white.

Such a bright light made Elder Ji and Wen Ting's expression change instantly.

Above the pavilion, the old senior also changed his face: "Impossible!"

"Three thousand skills are waiting for me, this son has a problem!"

The scars on Elder Ji's face were dancing, and he was very excited: "As expected of the little guy who pulled out the sword of Sovereign Taihua!"

"This son is fine! How could there be a problem with the disciple Taihua Sect Master valued!"

"This son is worth ten Wen Tings!"

Wen Ting: "..."

He was still a little excited, but suddenly felt dull.

Speechless, he uncorked the gourd and took a sip of wolfberry tea to suppress his shock.

PS: Three reflections on myself today, call for voting, call for subscription, call for reward?