Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Chapter 13 I, God, take me

the next day.

When the light of the morning sun dissipates, the dewdrops hanging on the leaves are also evaporated.

Fang Lang sat cross-legged on the bed, and in front of him were scattered six or seven spirit crystal remnants that had been sucked dry.

This is the result of his night of hard work.

Fang Lang opened his eyes, and after discussing with Ni Wen, the disadvantages of the improved practice method have been reduced a lot, and there is also a lot less smoke on Fang Lang's head during practice.

The aura in his body skyrocketed again, and the only pity was that Fang Lang still failed to step into the sixth-level swordsman.

Although it is only at the swordsman level, the further you go, the more spiritual energy you need to accumulate to break through.

According to Fang Lang's estimation, fifty low-grade spirit crystals are definitely not enough to rush to the ninth rank in a short time.

If you can't reach the ninth-level swordsman before the scientific examination, it will be difficult to stand out in the scientific examination of the Tang Dynasty and become a talented member of the top sect.

Therefore, Fang Lang still felt a sense of urgency.

Fang Lang has ambitions. He wants to become a genius who chooses the top sect, not a student selected by the sect.

After a night of hard work, both the spiritual thoughts and the physical body were a little overwhelmed, so I left the house, relaxed every cell in my body, and breathed the fresh air in the morning light.

Fang Lang went to the hall.

Zhao Wou-ki was having dinner again, Lao Fang and Lao Zhao had a good chat.

When Fang Lang saw Zhao Wuji, he was taken aback for a moment, and a carefree smile appeared on his face.

Old Zhao glanced at Fang Lang, with a faint smile.

Lao Fang seemed to sense the weird atmosphere between Fang Lang and Zhao Wuji, his eyes fluctuated slightly, but he didn't say anything.

After breakfast, Fang Lang left Fang's mansion after talking to Lao Fang, and hurried along the long street towards Luojiang Academy.

...

Luojiang Academy.

teaching building.

Fang Lang stepped into the second floor of the teaching building, stepped on the wooden floor, and made a creaking sound.

On the floor, many instructors walked through the corridors with lesson plans, and raised their eyebrows in surprise when they saw Fang Lang, but they didn't come over to ask one or two questions.

Wen Jiaoxi's resting place is located in the eighth room on the second floor of the teaching building. When Fang Lang arrived, there were already many people standing in the room.

Makes the small room quite congested.

In addition to Fang Lang's familiar Wen Jiaoxi, there are three figures, one is an old man with white hair and white beard, sitting on a chair, with a face that sees through the vicissitudes of life and gentleness.

The other two are a man and a woman.

The man is wearing a student blue shirt.

As soon as Fang Lang came in, he caught the man's attention. His gaze swept over, and he glanced at Fang Lang before moving away automatically.

This man's appearance is very delicate, but his aura is strong, and he exudes a kind of "I am a genius" self-confidence just standing up.

As for the young girl, she was wearing a veil, her face could not be seen clearly, her figure was slim, but the eyes exposed through the veil were as beautiful as stars.

Jiang Linglong glanced at Fang Lang, his eyes were still in the ancient well.

Fang Lang also looked at the girl, feeling vaguely familiar.

The old man looked at Fang Lang with a smile on his face.

Fang Lang's heart trembled, and he bowed: "Dean Cui."

This old man is the dean of Luojiang Academy. It is rumored that he is a fourth-rank master who has mastered the forbidden spell.

"Is your name Fang Lang? The little guy is very good."

Dean Cui nodded with a smile.

He watched the sword under the willows outside the martial arts field before, but by chance he saw Fang Lang's amazing sword, so he had a little impression of this young man.

Wen Jiaoxi stood respectfully beside Dean Cui, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes when he heard the dean praised Fang Lang.

"Dean, these two are the students I selected to participate in the sword-questioning conference held by the 'Sword Shu Sect'."

"This is Liu Bubai, a student of the first book building, a nine-level swordsman, and seventh on the gold list."

"This is... Fang Lang, a student of the seventh book building, a fifth-level swordsman."

Wen Jiaoxi introduced: "In addition to the girl Jiang Peijiang introduced by the dean, the three are the students representing our Luojiang Academy to participate in the competition this time."

The old man put his palms flat on his knees, his face was wrinkled and he smiled kindly.

"Jianshuzong invited more than 200 academies from all over the Tang Dynasty to participate in the sword-questioning competition. Luojiang Academy also made brilliant achievements in the sword-questioning competition in the early years. However, it has been lonely these years. Most of the students You can't even pass the first round... This year, you have to work hard."

The old man's voice was gentle, encouraging Fang Lang and Liu Bubai.

Encouraged by the dean himself, Liu Bubai, a genius swordsman, was so excited that he kept nodding his head. Jiang Linglong, who was wearing a veil and aliased Jiang Pei, was still aloof and just nodded slightly.

The dean smiled, stood up, bent his back, and patted Fang Lang on the shoulder.

"Young man, do well."

Dean Cui smiled and left the room.

In the room, only Wen Jiaoxi, Fang Lang and others were left.

Wen Jiaoxi looked at the girl wearing a veil, and said with a smile: "Miss Jiang, I heard that the principal said that you are a genius swordsman from the imperial capital, can you tell us about your cultivation?"

Wen Jiaoxi's words made the atmosphere in the room slightly weird.

Jiang Linglong frowned slightly, and then, her black eyebrows eased, and she nodded slightly: "Sword master."

Wen Jiaoxi raised his eyebrows.

The fifteen-year-old sword master is indeed a genius from the imperial capital.

Fang Lang's eyes froze. Although it was only two short words, Fang Lang heard a familiar smell.

This girl... is the girl who was in Qianfei Pavilion yesterday!

Liu Bubai heard that the girl came from the imperial capital and had the cultivation of a swordsman. He lowered his haughty head slightly and nodded towards Jiang Linglong, but... was ignored by Jiang Linglong.

This made Liu Bubai's face a little ugly.

He, Liu Bubai, is the number one swordsman among the students in this class, and he has the unique pride of swordsmen.

Liu Bubai also had a cold face after being shut down at Jiang Linglong's place.

For Fang Lang, Liu Bubai didn't care. A mere fifth-level swordsman was probably arranged by Luojiang Academy to make up the number. After all, the scientific examination is approaching, and not everyone is willing to participate in the "Sword Asking Competition", wasting the last Sprint time.

Professor Wen didn't care much about the awkward atmosphere among the students.

He looked at Fang Lang, said earnestly, and said, "Your cultivation base is only level 5, but your swordsmanship foundation is solid, so you still have hope in this sword competition."

"Of course, don't go with the purpose of getting extra points in the scientific examination, you have to go with the purpose of learning."

Wen Jiaoxi said.

"Miss Jiang Pei and Liu Bubai are good students for you to learn from."

For Fang Lang, Wen Jiaoxi still appreciates it, his roots are poor, but he must have suffered a lot to be able to practice such a swordsmanship.

Although practice depends on the root and bone, but only by suffering through hardships can one become a master, and it is also suitable for practice.

"Sir, Fang Lang is only a fifth-level swordsman. Although it is said that the swordsmanship competition is only a simple competition of swordsmanship, if there is not enough cultivation to support it, it is difficult to master swordsmanship."

"So, Fang Lang, you don't have to put too much pressure on me. Miss Jiang Pei and I can't help you in individual battles, but you still have a chance to win the team battle on behalf of Luojiang Academy."

Liu Bubai crossed his arms and nodded his chin towards Fang Lang.

He is confident, and the meaning behind his words is obvious.

I, the Great God, lie down with me.

Hold on tight, just lie down.

Jiang Linglong only glanced at Liu Bubai at this time, and there was a flash of speechlessness in his eyes.

She knows Fang Lang's swordsmanship very well. The top swordsmanship that a swordsman can achieve is also very competitive in the swordsmanship competition that only looks at swordsmanship and does not look at cultivation.

Who will take who to lie down... I really can't tell.

Fang Lang smiled gently.

This Liu Bubai is not bad, but simply too confident.

Seeing this, Professor Wen stood up, looked at the three of them and said, "Then let's make it like this first. After class in the afternoon, you will gather in the martial arts field. I will give you some simple training and explain the rules of the big competition. The time It's getting late, let's go back to the library."

The three of Fang Lang walked out of the teaching building one after another.

Liu Bubai patted Fang Lang's shoulder, meaning to let Fang Lang lie down, and everything was kept silent. After that, the young man's green shirt flew up, his chin was raised proudly, and he turned and left.

Jiang Linglong wore a veil and didn't say anything to Fang Lang and Liu Bubai. She was as proud as a Tianshan snow lotus, unattainable.

Fang Lang looked at Jiang Linglong's back, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Jiang Pei?"

Finally got to know her name.

Fifteen years old, second-rank sword repair profession, sword master.

This talent... can only be described as terrifying.

Sure enough, there is no way out when the mountain is poor and the river is full of doubts, and there is another village.

The vacant position of Fang Lang's fettered object can finally come in handy.

If you see a real person and know their name, why think about it?

tie her up!

"System, bind the bonded object...Jiang Pei."

Fang Lang looked at Jiang Linglong's back and said.