Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Time passes like the sand between your fingers, and the gap between your hands.

In the blink of an eye, it was the evening of the third day.

Accompanied by the ringing of the bell for class dismissal, students from the study building poured out one after another.

Fang Lang, Ni Wen, and Yang Zhengyi walked out of the library and headed towards the martial arts field.

Yang Zhengyi flicked the bangs on his forehead, and chattered endlessly: "Prodigal son, you have to work hard! I don't even want to go to Jiaofang Secretary today, so I came here to see you off. You must strive to win the top three!"

Ni Wen followed Fang Lang and Yang Zhengyi like a little tail, and she was like this, silent, neither fighting nor grabbing.

However, she was still surprised when she learned that Fang Lang was going to participate in the Jianshu Sect's sword-asking competition.

"Fang Lang, come on...Come on!"

Ni Wen thought for a while, and then spoke encouragingly.

Fang Lang was startled, grinned warmly, patted Ni Wen on the head, turned and walked towards the martial arts field.

Under the setting sun, Yang Zhengyi and Ni Wen quietly watched Fang Lang striding towards the martial arts arena.

Although the setting sun was like fire, they felt a surge of vitality from Fang Lang's body. The young man held the sword as if he was about to cut through the stars.

...

Martial arts arena.

Teacher Wen came very early today.

He changed into a neat and unrestrained white robe, with a sword case hanging obliquely on his back, and the sword was hidden in the case. His unshaven beard was also shaved off, and he looked extremely energetic, as if a breath was steaming from behind .

It's like the return of the gentleman's sword.

Fang Lang just arrived, and he was a little surprised to see Wen Jiaoxi like this.

Jiang Linglong was not too surprised, because she knew very well the past of the gentleman Jian Wen Ting, and the relationship between Wen Ting and Jian Shu.

Jun Zijian went to Jianshu, not wanting to lose his momentum.

Liu Bubai, Jiang Linglong, and Fang Lang were all present, and this time Wen Jiaoxi personally led the team to Jianshu Sect.

That's right, the place where the Swordsmanship Competition is held is within the sect of the Sword Shu Sect.

This is Wen Ting's first time leading the team. He was only in charge of special training before, but this year, Dean Cui personally ordered him to lead the team, and he could not refuse. Of course, Wen Ting also understood that Dean Cui asked him to lead the team The main reason is to protect "Jiang Pei".

"This year's Sword Asking Competition, Luojiang Academy doesn't want to be ashamed. Among the 200 academies invited by Jianshu Sect this time, the level of Luojiang Academy is probably ranked in the top 50. Therefore, you should at least make it to the second round for me. !"

Wen Jiaoxi said lightly.

There is no doubt in the words.

This is his first battle in Jianshu Sect. He has a deep entanglement with Jianshu Sect and has many acquaintances. He doesn't want to lose face.

Moreover, after his three days of special training, he also has confidence in the three of them, and they have the ability to enter the second round.

After mobilization.

Wen Jiaoxi raised his hand. On his index finger was a bright black space ring with a lotus imprint on it. It was also a space ring produced by Qianfei Pavilion. It was high-end and valuable.

hum...

The brilliance flashed.

The space fluctuations spread, and the next moment, a flying sword emerged from the space ring, floating on the martial arts arena.

Fang Lang, Liu Bubai's eyes were straightened!

Flying sword!

That is the dream of every practitioner!

"This is the luxurious flying sword of the 'Trident' series produced by the 'Yunxiaozong'! It is equipped with the magic array developed by the fourth-rank martial artist. When the magic array is fully operated, the maximum speed of the flying sword can gallop 3,000 yuan per hour. Li! Every hour, the source power provided by the magic circle can devour the spiritual energy of ten low-grade spirit crystals!"

Liu Bubai's eyes were red, looking at the flying sword floating in front of Wen Jiaoxi, his whole body was trembling with excitement.

Fang Lang listened in a daze, anyway... I don't know what's going on.

Liu Bubai's excited look, I have to describe it... It's like the car lovers in the previous life, seeing the top supercar.

Wen Jiaoxi glanced at Liu Bubai: "I know a lot, and I like flying swords? Do you have [Emperor Sword Order]?"

Liu Bubai couldn't help nodding: "Yes! I went to the imperial court's Imperial Sword Commissioner to pass the Imperial Sword Order last year!"

Wen Jiaoxi suddenly laughed: "You are the top three in the sword competition this time, and I will lend you an hour to play with my Yunxiao Flying Sword."

Liu Bubai suddenly became short of breath, and the fighting spirit in his eyes was like a prairie fire!

Fang Lang smacked his mouth, but Jiang Linglong was very calm.

Wen Jiaoxi smiled, flipped his hand, and Yu Jianling appeared. He stepped out, stepped on the flying sword, maintained his balance, and inserted the Yujian Ling into the Jianer socket of Feijian.

hum...

A wave of spiritual energy spread, and the flying sword naturally expanded, enough to accommodate four people.

Liu Bubai and Jiang Linglong were both familiar with stepping on the flying sword and sitting cross-legged on the wide sword body.

Fang Lang also sat down cross-legged curiously, and a circular formation hovered under him, wrapping his body like a protective barrier, isolating sound waves and airflow.

"Sit tight, we're off."

Wen Jiaoxi stood on the hilt of his sword and said calmly.

After the words fell, a spirit crystal with extremely high purity appeared in his hand. This is a middle-grade spirit crystal, and one middle-grade spirit crystal is equivalent to one hundred low-grade spirit crystals.

This mid-grade spirit crystal was the source of power, and when it was thrown into Jian Er's mouth, the formation on the flying sword was activated immediately.

boom! ! !

The air was rolling.

A disc-shaped formation, like a blooming flower, spread out from Jian'er, spinning at high speed.

Like a sword piercing a disc.

The phantom of the array rotated, accompanied by the sound of "咔咚咚" as if a gear was turning.

The next moment, the flying sword roared!

Rise up!

Waves of air are emitted from the formation!

The flying sword breaks through the air!

The roaring sound exploded between the sky and the earth, like a Kunpeng spreading its wings, soaring up ninety thousand miles!

Under the setting sun, a black streamer tearing apart the colorful clouds in the sky!

...

Great Tang world.

Shushan, Jianshuzong.

A mountain that rises like a sword's edge stretches between the sky and the earth, towering and overwhelming.

On the mountain peak, there are countless palaces and towers dotted like flowers, and there is a majestic sword intent, rushing into the sky from between the mountain peaks.

Around the mountain peak, flowing clouds were everywhere, and the whistling sound tore through the sky.

The clouds above the mountain peak broke open, one after another the phantoms of flying swords wrapped in the formation, crashed out of the clouds, like hundreds of boats competing to flow, quickly gathering on the Shu Mountain.

The roar of the luxurious flying sword's operation circle was deafening.

On the flying sword controlled by Wen Jiaoxi, Fang Lang, Liu Bubai, and Jiang Linglong all looked at the beautiful mountain peak that emerged between the heaven and the earth.

This is the location of the sect of the Sword Shu Sect, and it is also the place where the competition of swordsmanship is held, Mount Shu.

"Jianshu Sect is the most powerful sword cultivating sect in the Great Tang Dynasty, and its strength can be ranked among the top ten sects. In each scientific examination, only ten places are selected by the scientific examination geniuses of Jianshu Sect. .”

Wen Jiaoxi said.

He controlled the flying sword, tore through the clouds, and fell towards the Daping above the Shu Mountain.

Not only him, but also many flying swords around them pierced through the air and fell to the Daping together.

On the Daping.

The sword energy surged, the flying sword was suspended, and the roar of the magic circle faded away. This is the participating academies from all over the Tang Dynasty, all of whom came with flying swords and gathered today.

Fang Lang sat cross-legged on the flying sword, his body trembling slightly, it was trembling with excitement.

Although this time is not a scientific examination, the excitement of confronting the world's geniuses still made Fang Lang excited from the bottom of his heart.

"Down the sword."

Wen Jiaoxi said with a smile.

The three jumped off the flying sword one after another, and the luxurious flying sword was also put away.

As soon as the four fell down, a heroic woman with a sword box came striding forward in the distance.

"From Luojiang Academy?"

"Come with me, let's rest and adjust tonight, and start the competition tomorrow."

The woman's face was indifferent, as if she was doing a routine business. She glanced at Wen Jiaoxi, and the expression on her face became more and more icy.

Even the three of Fang Lang could feel the trickiness and chill in it.

"What are you looking at, an old acquaintance."

"It was a pity that we agreed to stay with Jianshu Sect back then..." Wen Jiaoxi pouted, as if recalling a past event.

And the heroic woman walking in front turned her head full of viciousness, and glanced at Wen Jiaoxi: "Wen Ting, you lied to me and dare to mention the past, believe it or not, I will stab you to death now?"

Wen Jiaoxi suddenly smiled: "Huang Ying, you are reluctant."

Tsk!

The scumbags have nothing to fear.

The disciple of Jian Shu Sect named Huang Ying became more and more unhappy, and almost drew his sword to stab Wen Jiaoxi.

He brought Fang Lang and others to the dormitory area quickly. Although Huang Ying was exuding cold air all over his body and was very dissatisfied with Wen Jiaoxi, he still helped everyone check in after busy work.

Fang Lang found his room with the house card. Just as he was about to open the door to check in, the carved wooden door next door opened.

A tall, slender and handsome man leaned against the door frame and looked at Fang Lang quietly.

"Brother, which academy is it from?"

the man asked.

Fang Lang smiled warmly: "Luojiang Academy."

The man raised his eyebrows and nodded: "Beijiang Academy, Song Qingyun, a nine-level swordsman."

Report yourself?

Fang Lang thought for a while, and said, "Luojiang Academy, Fang Lang, a sixth-level swordsman."

"Huh? Six paragraphs?"

Song Qingyun frowned, and the interest in his eyes dissipated immediately.

The sixth-level swordsman, if you think about it, is just sent by the academy to make up the number, it's meaningless.

Of course, he didn't say anything taunting, but his mood was cold, he lost interest in talking, said "back to chat", then turned back to the room and closed the door.

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