Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

The snow is falling quietly.

In front of Suzaku's gate, after a short period of silence, the common people and gamblers were erupting.

In the group arena of the resource battle in the past few days, the disciples of the Dao Sect who performed extremely well and crushed all opponents were crushed by the Jianshu Sect in the decisive battle!

Of course, the crushing was a bit too much. After all, the strength of An Fan made Fang Lang and the others exhaust their best. However, because the performance of Li Yuanzhen and other new disciples was indeed crushed, in the eyes of the common people, the disciples of Dao Dao Sect It was crushed by the disciples of Jianshu Sect.

The referee of the imperial court entered the arena, administered pills to the disciples of Dao Daozong to recover from their injuries, and announced the final outcome, announcing the end of this tumultuous battle for Qianlong resources.

An Fan's face was a little pale, and the disciples of Dao Dao Sect didn't say much. They lost this battle, and it can only be said that they lost face.

Especially Li Yuanzhen, his pupils were dilated and his mentality was blown.

An Fan did not comfort Li Yuanzhen this time, because he himself needed comfort.

He, a fourth-rank and ninth-dan Dharma Realm, was defeated by Fang Lang, a third-rank Sword Astral Realm. This blow was much greater than that suffered by Li Yuanzhen.

However, An Fan's mentality was very good. He took a deep look at the extremely weak Fang Lang on the ring.

He remembered this battle in his heart.

This sword will come back sooner or later.

An Fan took Li Yuanzhen and others out of the arena in front of Suzaku's gate. The resource war was over, they failed to win the first place, and they had to share half of the resources they got with Jianshu Sect, and they lost all face. It can be said that this In a resource war, the Dao Sect, the head of the top ten sects, suffered a big loss!

However, this loss can only be swallowed silently.

As a genius, An Fan actually knew very well that Nan Yehuo was able to get Da Dao Sect's Great Return Pill, and he shot at the Holy Emperor during the court meeting. There was definitely something tricky about it that made An Fan dare not dig it out.

Therefore, he didn't dare to cry out for injustice, maybe... the Daoist sect was not wronged at all.

He had no choice but to use his own way to get back to Jian Shuzong, but unfortunately he failed.

Therefore, failure belongs to Daozong.

Glory belongs to Jianshu Sect.

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Donglu Yaoque, Donglin Mountain.

Although it is snowing heavily in Chang'an, the Donglin Mountain far in the east is lush and lush.

However, despite the lush greenery, the entire Donglin Mountain was shrouded in dead silence.

Donglu Jianzong is located on Donglin Mountain.

The news sent back from Chang'an also shook the entire Donglin Mountain and caused the entire Donglu Sword Sect to be in turmoil.

Nan Yehuo, the suzerain of Donglu Sword Sect, in Chang'an City, made a pilgrimage to the emperor. He committed a great treason, committed crimes against his superiors, and wanted to kill the emperor, which is unacceptable in heaven and earth.

The elders of Donglu Sword Sect were shocked when they heard the news, and countless disciples were terrified.

A sword flower spans thousands of miles across mountains and rivers, coming from Chang'an.

Chao Xiaojian with white hair and white clothes landed at the foot of Donglin Mountain.

Looking at the mountain gate of Donglu Jianzong, he smiled faintly.

When Chao Xiaojian appeared, on Donglin Mountain, the elders of the Donglu Sword Sect came out with their swords, their faces were ugly, but they did not beg for mercy, but drew their swords towards Chao Xiaojian.

"Chao Xiaojian! Although I, Donglu Sword Sect, committed a serious crime, it was judged by the court's imperial envoy, not you Chao Xiaojian!"

An elder of the Ninth Grade Sword Cultivator yelled loudly.

Holding the green steel sword in his arms, Chao Xiaojian continued to walk slowly step by step on the moss-covered stone steps of Donglu Jianzong.

He raised his head and turned to look in the direction of Chang'an.

"The little guys of the Jianshu Sect should be over, right? The resource war is the first to win, and the next three years will have enough resources for the new disciples of the Jianshu Sect."

"They won the first place, so I will eliminate one case and celebrate for a group of little guys."

He smiled brightly at Xiaojian.

With a shake of his hand, a golden token flew out, floating above the sky.

That was the order of the Holy Emperor.

The moment they saw this token, the elders of Jianshu Sect all changed their expressions, their faces were ugly, and their whole bodies were stiff.

The Holy Emperor actually asked Chao Xiaojian to judge Donglu Sword Sect? !

"No! This matter is all done by Nan Yehuo, and has nothing to do with my Donglu Sword Sect! I also have credit for sitting in the Donglu Yaoque!"

One by one the elders spoke.

Pouted at Xiaojian: "If you want to blame, blame Nan Yehuo, who told him to provoke me."

"As for the Donglu Demon Que...it's just a small demon gate, I carried it towards the little sword."

Chao Xiaojian said lightly.

As he climbed the ladder step by step, the entire Donglin Mountain trembled.

After that, he raised his hand towards Xiaojian and shook it violently. In the sky above Donglin Mountain, countless clouds gathered, as if turning into a big sword with the tip pointing down!

Grabbing the small sword brazenly, the big sword slashed down.

Instantly engulfed the entire Donglin Mountain.

The air waves scattered and rushed in ripples, swaying towards Xiaojian's body, the light laughter resounded through the heaven and earth, pulling countless afterimages in the sky and earth, rushing into Donglin Mountain.

On this day, Donglinshan bled.

The white-haired sword demon Chao Xiaojian was ordered to destroy the sect. The elders of the Donglu Sword Sect and other high-ranking monks did not want to sit still and fought one after another. The final result was that blood flowed down the steps of Donglin Mountain.

The inner sect was destroyed, and as for the practitioners of the outer sect of the Donglu Sword Sect, Chao Xiaojian did not kill them, but dismissed them.

On this day, the whole world shook.

Since then, Donglu Sword Sect has been removed from the world of Tang Dynasty.

The fierce reputation of the white-haired sword demon Chao Xiaojian once again resounded throughout the world.

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Blood flowed all over the ground, and the thick blood couldn't spread.

On the top of Donglin Mountain, Feijian Peak.

Chao Xiaojian sat on a piece of bluestone, his clothes were dyed red, looking at the scorching sun rising from the sea of ​​clouds, his white hair fluttering slowly in the breeze.

Around him, the bodies of the elders of the Donglu Sword Sect lay all over the ground.

He stood up, stretched his waist, rose towards Xiaojian Yujian, headed towards Donglu Demon Que, rushed into the Demon Que, and frightened the powerful in the world of demons.

Chao Xiaojian was ordered to destroy the sect, and took over the resources of the Donglu Sword Sect over the years, but correspondingly, the task of resisting the Donglu Demon Que fell on Jianshu Sect, and fell on Chao Xiaojian. body.

Although Donglu Yaoque will become a weak point in a short period of time, it is not a big problem if Chao Xiaojian is in charge.

Chao Xiaojian took out his cracked green steel sword, inserted it in front of Donglu Yao Que, and blocked it with one sword.

Inside Donglu Yaoque, the power of the collision of the two worlds is spreading, and there is a strong aura pervading, but they dare not make too many changes, and gradually retreat.

Zhao Xiaojian sneered and smiled.

Afterwards, after leaving Donglu Yaoque, a wisp of sword energy gushed out from his heart, leading him into the sea of ​​clouds, turning into a stream of light, as if tearing up mountains and rivers with a single sword.

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Chao Xiaojian returned to Chang'an City.

He also received the news that Fang Lang and others had won the decisive battle of the resource war, and he smiled happily at Xiaojian.

Today is the birthday celebration of the Holy Emperor. Even though Zhou Yuan, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, died, Eunuch Gao personally took over Zhou Yuan's unfinished preparations and held a night banquet in the palace.

For this night banquet, experts from various sects were invited, and the hall was crowded with people, and the atmosphere was lively. Everyone chatted and laughed happily while drinking.

Although many things happened in this resource war, at this night banquet, no one talked about it.

The disciples of the Dao Sect and the leader of the team left early and did not attend the banquet.

Fang Lang sat at the table and case, drinking wine, eating food, watching song and dance performances, and listening to silk, bamboo and qin music, but it had a different flavor.

However, compared to the ferocity and arrogance on the ring, Fang Lang was quite low-key during the banquet.

At this moment, Fang Lang's mind was full of thoughts about the things entrusted by his cheap master.

Go to Maizong to draw the lotus death sword, go to see the Buddha's altitude lotus wheel sword, and go to Daozong to draw the lotus back sword.

Chao Xiaojian didn't know when he came over, smelled of alcohol, looked like he was drunk, and pulled Wen Ting who only drank wolfberry tea even in the banquet.

However, both Fang Lang and Wen Ting knew that with Chao Xiaojian's cultivation level, even the wine in the world would not be able to make him half drunk.

"Prodigal son, you must be thinking about drawing the sword, right? When you pulled out the Liansheng sword in the Jianshu sect, I knew it was a tricky thing. Back then, the senior sister in charge told me that it would be difficult to draw the sword. It's Wen Ting, I've been paying attention to this guy, but in the end, I killed you halfway."

Chao Xiaojian was unrestrained, lay on his side, took a sip of wine, and said.

"This time, it's time to set off to draw the three swords. I always feel that the situation in Chang'an City is not right. There is a big storm brewing. The senior sister in charge must let her come back quickly. The only way is to draw the remaining three swords. The reincarnation of life and death is gathered together, and the spiritual thoughts left by the senior sister in charge can be induced to lead the senior sister back."

Slamming it at the little sword, he said.

"Tomorrow, I will take you back to Luojiang City and let you have a good time with your father. After all, going to the Three Sects this time, life and death are unknown. In this world, there are many people who don't want the senior sister in charge to return."

"If you're scared, stay in Luojiang City, if you're not, then go up there and see the demeanor of the top three sects of the world's top ten sects."

Chao Xiaojian patted Fang Lang's shoulder and said.

"Boy, are you afraid?"

Fang Lang couldn't help smiling when he heard the words, he was naturally not afraid of being afraid.

If Xuanyuan Taihua returns to the Great Tang Dynasty, then Fang Lang can be regarded as a figure with thighs, and he can be regarded as a first-class and difficult existence in the entire Great Tang Dynasty.

After all, as the only disciple of Taihua Sword Immortal, who would dare to provoke him easily.

In that way, Fang Lang can devote himself to his practice. As for binding geniuses, he can bind whoever he wants.

Therefore, pulling out the three swords and allowing Xuanyuan Taihua to return has many benefits for Fang Lang.

"Ding!"

"Target mission triggered."

"The road to practice is long, how can there be no backing? Go to the three sects and draw three swords. For each sword you get, you will get a [Silver Reward Egg]. If you guide Xuanyuan Taihua back, you will get a [Golden Reward Egg]."

A system prompt popped up and echoed in Fang Lang's mind.

With a glance, the smile on the corner of Fang Lang's mouth became brighter and brighter.

After all, he had originally planned to go to the three schools, and now that this reward was added, Fang Lang was even more motivated.

However, Fang Lang also understood that even the system tasks have come out, which shows that this task...is definitely not easy!

However, in the face of Chao Xiaojian's inquiry.

Fang Lang raised his glass and drank it down: "Afraid? What's there to be afraid of?"

"Master has left his hometown alone, wandering in the world of demons and demons. As a disciple of Master, I should naturally bring her back."

"This is my unshirkable responsibility as a disciple!"

Fang Lang said.

Of course, he wasn't rewarding for this rare golden reward egg, he just felt sorry for our cheap master who had been wandering in a foreign land for ten years.

Hearing the words towards Xiaojian, the drunkenness in his eyes disappeared, and he took a deep look at Fang Lang, and there was a continuous surge of complex colors in his eyes.

Sister Sect Leader, this disciple...was confiscated.

It is indeed much more reliable than Wen Ting.

Everything was kept silent, Chao Xiaojian embraced Fang Lang, and clinked glasses to drink.

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In the imperial palace, the night banquet was held in full swing.

However, compared to the heat of the banquet, inside the cold palace of the imperial city, it was desolate and desolate.

Vaguely, it seems that the sound of silk and bamboo from the other side of the imperial city can still be heard, and the oil lamp is dim, making it difficult to see people.

The third prince, Li Liancheng, took off all his fine clothes and wore plain clothes, kneeling quietly on the futon.

He calmly raised his head, a strand of hair fell from his forehead, he looked at the other side of the noisy palace, as if he could see the luxury and luxury.

He lightly stroked a small dagger in his hand.

There was the sound of slight footsteps, and a little eunuch with his head down, whose face could not be seen clearly, came walking in small steps.

Soon, they came to the house where the third prince Li Liancheng was.

"Your Highness... everything is ready."

The little eunuch said.

Li Liancheng stopped stroking the dagger, the corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and there was a hint of madness in his eyes.

He recalled the death of the eldest prince Li Tianlin who had always made him extremely afraid.

Haze and fear couldn't help covering his heart. In a trance, he seemed to see the scene of his eldest brother Li Tianlin's body being shrouded in an iron law, swallowing it like a juice...

My whole body couldn't stop shaking.

He also saw the scene of Fang Lang with the iron law above his head, shooting and killing Nan Yehuo with one arrow at a time.

Li Liancheng's heart throbbed, he closed his eyes, opened them slowly for a long time, and exhaled a foul breath.

"Fang Lang..."

Thinking of this name, Li Liancheng's eyes flickered with complexity.

In the end, all of them turned into killing intent.

After his murderous intention subsided, Li Liancheng changed into eunuch's clothes. He couldn't stay in this cold palace.

"Your Highness, this is a talisman warrior provided by the Dao Sect powerhouse. His Highness is awakened with essence and blood, and can pretend to be His Highness."

"The one-time space array is also ready, the target is the Western Region Demon Tower."

"very good."

Li Liancheng walked out of the cold palace dressed as an eunuch, and looked back at the lively imperial city.

Turn around and walk away.

And in the cold palace.

The figure of the third prince, Li Liancheng, was still sitting quietly on the futon, watching the bright and cold moonlight lightly.