Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Fang Lang looked at the closed door and was slightly taken aback.

Obviously, he was underestimated.

This is Song Qingyun from Beijiang Academy. Although he didn't show it clearly, it can be seen from the changes in his emotions before and after that he underestimated him.

After all, most of the people who can participate in this sword competition are swordsmanship geniuses from various academies, and basically their talents are not too weak.

Fang Lang... is considered an outlier.

Although he was underestimated, Fang Lang didn't pay much attention. He walked into his rest room and closed the door.

The rooms prepared by Jian Shuzong are very simple, with a pot of tea, a table and chairs, and a bed.

It's not a luxuriously decorated place. Entering Jianshu Sect is for penance, not for pleasure.

Fang Lang didn't plan to rest either, the scientific examination was coming soon, and now he still didn't have the qualifications to enjoy and rest.

He took out the spirit crystal, crossed his legs on the bed, switched the practice state of the bonded object, and started to practice.

...

the next day.

sunny.

The Sword Shu Sect's competition of asking swords officially opened.

The students of the academy who came from all over the world of the Tang Dynasty came out of their rest rooms one after another. In one night, the students were all washed away from the exhaustion of the travel and dust, and adjusted to the best condition.

Those who are able to participate in the sword competition are all swordsmanship geniuses in various academies. They stand here with curiosity about Jianshu Sect. These geniuses will all apply for Jianshu Sect after the scientific examination in the future.

Daping on the top of Shushan Mountain.

The densely packed students stood quietly under the guidance of their respective leaders and teachers.

Fang Lang met Liu Bubai and Jiang Linglong, and Wen Jiaoxi still looked lazy.

On the Daping, there is a palace tower.

A beam of light descended from the sky, attracting the attention of all the students. A white-haired young man in fluttering white clothes stepped on a shining sword, like a freely swaying sword energy, falling from the nine heavens.

With a soft bang, it landed on the pavilion like a heavy lift.

With his hands behind his back, his eyes scanned all the students on the Daping.

On the Daping, there was a rustling sound.

"This is Chao Xiaojian, the deputy suzerain of the Sword Shu Sect, known as the White-haired Sword Demon."

Wen Jiaoxi turned his head and introduced to Fang Lang and others beside him.

It's not just the teacher Wen, but the teachers from many academies around are introducing it to the students of their own academies.

Chao Xiaojian began to speak on the pavilion, like a leader's speech, but without wasting too much time, Chao Xiaojian ended his speech, announcing the start of the group battle of the Swordsmanship Competition, and led the teaching activities of each academy. After the first round of lottery, it was as if he came in a hurry, and Yu Jian left in a hurry.

Teacher Wen came back with a relaxed expression on his face.

He raised the result of the lottery in his hand: "Today is a group battle. Two hundred academies are randomly divided into four groups: Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang. Each group has fifty academies. In the first round, we were divided into the Xuan group." .”

"In the first battle, the opponent is Xuzhou Academy. Among the 200 participating academies, it is considered to be at the middle or lower level. Which one of you will win?"

Wen Jiaoxi laughed.

Perhaps infected by his relaxed mood, Liu Bubai volunteered.

However, Wen Jiaoxi turned his gaze, ignored Liu Bubai, and landed on Fang Lang.

"Fang Lang, you go."

Fang Lang was taken aback for a moment, why did Wen Jiaoxi appoint him to go?

at the same time.

When Wen Jiaoxi made this decision, a system notification sounded in Fang Lang's ears.

"Ding!"

"Target task: practice is not only dual cultivation, but also hearty battles, and the perception of life and death. In the sword-questioning competition, you will use your swordsmanship to continuously defeat the target and complete eighteen consecutive cuts. You will be rewarded [Double Sword Flow (Sword Apprentice specialization)]."

"Current mission progress: (0/18)"

When Liu Bubai at the side heard this arrangement, he straightened his neck excitedly, "Sir! Why don't you fuck me?"

Wen Jiaoxi's face froze, what are you talking about?

And Fang Lang reacted immediately, his eyes were bright, and the mission was over!

The goal... Eighteen consecutive cuts!

In other words, Fang Lang needs to defeat eighteen participating students.

The difficulty of this task is neither too great nor too small.

Once encountering a powerful academy, encountering a real monstrous swordsmanship genius, the possibility of this task being cut in half is extremely high.

Therefore, Fang Lang had to seize any opportunity as much as possible.

"Old Liu! You are the trump card of our Luojiang Academy. How could you misunderstand Mr.'s good intentions? How can you use the trump card as soon as it comes up?"

"Of course you have to save your hole card to deal with a strong enemy like Chang'an Academy, so that other academies can't see through the level of our Luojiang Academy."

Fang Lang said with a smile.

"So, for this first match, let me, who has mediocre swordsmanship, do it."

As soon as Fang Lang's words came out, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

The corner of Wen Jiaoxi's mouth twitched, do I mean that?

Jiang Linglong, who was wearing a veil, smiled half-smile.

On the other hand, Liu Bubai was suddenly enlightened.

What Fang Lang said made sense, but he was speechless.

That's right!

Liu Bubai turned his head and glanced at Wen Jiaoxi, only to find the depth of Wen Jiaoxi's eyes and a touch of approval.

Liu Bubai took a deep breath, feeling his responsibility and pressure.

He once determined the world with one sword and defeated Wen Jiaoxi.

He is the treasure of Luojiang Academy's town team!

"I understand!"

"Old Fang, don't worry, I'll give you the answer!"

Liu Bubai walked up to Fang Lang, and patted Fang Lang's shoulder earnestly. Fang Lang also nodded solemnly. The two seemed to be very good buddies, and their sincere comradeship burst out at this moment.

Jiang Linglong rolled her beautiful eyes silently.

Wen Jiaoxi smiled heartily.

"Fang Lang, you're right. Don't worry about it. It doesn't matter if you lose. Someone will cover you." Wen Jiaoxi glanced at Jiang Linglong with a smile in his eyes.

Fang Lang also showed an expression that I understand.

...

Shushan Daping.

Xuan group, ring number seven.

Students from Xuzhou Academy and Luojiang Academy stood under the ring one after another.

On the ring stage, there was a referee arranged by the Jianshu Sect, who was a disciple of the inner sect of the Jianshu Sect, a third-rank sword repair professional, and the strength of the Sword Gang realm, so it was naturally no problem to maintain the swordsmanship level in the swordsmanship competition.

Xuzhou Academy dispatched its first student.

Fang Lang also entered the ring holding the fine steel sword prepared for him by Wen Jiaoxi.

On the ring, compete in swordsmanship.

It is not a duel, but a real battle. Since it is a battle, there is no soft-heartedness, and the rules of the Swordsmanship Competition are also the same. As long as no one is killed, it will not be stopped.

"Xuzhou Academy, Sun Ming, a nine-level swordsman."

The opponent was a burly man, holding a very thick fine steel sword in his hand.

Fang Lang was wearing a green shirt, holding a fine steel sword, and bowed his hands seriously: "Luojiang Academy, Fang Lang, a sixth-level swordsman."

Just like the surprise and disappointment of Song Qingyun from Beijiang Academy last night when he heard Fang Lang's self-report of his realm.

Sun Ming was even more surprised with a smile like picking up a leak.

Because he felt that his first battle was about to succeed.

Although the Swordsmanship Competition doesn't look at strength, strength also has a big boost to swordsmanship.

The cultivation level is not high, which means that the swordsmanship should not be too good.

"Luojiang Academy actually sent a sixth-level swordsman to participate... Is this self-defeating? Give me points?"

Sun Ming grabbed the heavy iron sword and grinned.

After the words fell, they moved instantly, and the iron sword in his hand swung up, with such force that the air exploded with the sound of the iron sword slashing across.

Fang Lang's face was calm, the steel sword in his hand popped out, and the spiritual sword steps under his feet exploded, and his figure began to appear unreal like a ghost.

Sun Ming swung his sword several times, but he couldn't cut Fang Lang.

Instantly.

Fang Lang appeared behind Sun Ming, with his back to Sun Ming, and the two were staggered.

The sword in Fang Lang's hand had already reached Sun Ming's waist, and he pressed down slightly, leaving a trail of blood.

"Concession."

Sun Ming's speed is too slow, and Fang Lang, who has Lingxu sword steps, is good at drawing swords flexibly.

Just when Fang Lang thought that Sun Ming should admit defeat, Sun Ming's eyes turned red, and he swung the iron sword in his hand, the blade was cold, and threw it towards Fang Lang behind him.

Fang Lang was forced to move away, and retreated quickly. The green shirt was cut open, and a little bit of bright red overflowed slightly.

If he was one step slower, he might be cut in half.

Fang Lang was slightly taken aback, his eyes fluctuated, and after being stunned, he suddenly realized.

"Are you testing my softness?"

Fang Lang took a deep breath.

This is a practice competition, not a joke, but a simulation of a battle. During the battle...is there any reason to be soft-hearted?

At this moment, Fang Lang had a deeper understanding of practice.

In practice and combat, life and death are only a matter of thought. Your kindness is likely to be cruel to yourself.

In the battle of practice, it is easy to die, but Fang Lang is afraid of death. He finally has the hope of becoming stronger and rising. He doesn't want to die, so... he can only become cruel.

The fight continues.

Fortunately, Fang Lang still holds the upper hand in terms of skills.

The swords and shadows of the two intersected.

Pooh!

Suddenly, time seemed to stand still.

Fang Lang and Sun Ming staggered, and stood with their backs to Sun Ming. This time, the sword in his hand pierced through Sun Ming, who refused to admit defeat, without hesitation. .

"Admit defeat." Under the ring, the professor of Xuzhou Academy said coldly.

The referee of Jianshu Sect arrived quickly and decided the outcome. Fang Lang drew his sword.

Sun Ming was helped down by the students of Xuzhou Academy who swarmed up. Fortunately, Jianshu Sect had already prepared healing pills.

And Fang Lang still stood in the arena, holding the blood-dripping sword obliquely, and said, "Next."

"Current mission progress: (1/18)"

Under the arena, another student from Xuzhou Academy came on the stage in a hurry, full of anger, and wanted to avenge Sun Ming.

Self-reported the name of the academy, without even mentioning the name, and shot directly.

Fang Lang smiled warmly, and Lingxu raised his sword step, his figure was like a dream.

After a few tricks, the second contestant student from Xuzhou Academy was stabbed through his leg with a sword, shattered his leg bone, spurted blood, and fell to the ground.

The second student was carried off the ring.

As for the second student, who had just been lifted off the ring, the third student also rushed out, and was also the trump card of Xuzhou Academy. He rushed into the ring full of anger. Strong sword move.

That indignant anger was like the whistling of a hurricane.

Fang Lang took a step back calmly, and started with sword drawing!

Under the ring.

There was a look of interest on Wen Jiaoxi's face, Fang Lang was planning to make a series of three?

He didn't stop him, he wanted to see Fang Lang's potential.

In the face of the strong sword move blockade of the third student of Xuzhou Academy.

Fang Lang didn't use the Lingxu Sword Step anymore, but confronted head-to-head with confidence in his sword-drawing skills.

The young man borrowed the wind to break all spells with one sword!

Pooh!

The third student of Xuzhou Academy had a gap in the steel sword in his hand and flew to the ground.

The level of swordsmanship specialized in the realm of the swordsman, defeating the enemy with one move!

"Admit defeat!"

Under the arena, the teacher of Xuzhou Academy had a gloomy face and immediately shouted!

Otherwise, with Fang Lang's previous ruthless performance, I'm afraid he will make up for it again!

Luojiang Academy... there are ruthless people.

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