Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Fang Lang was refining spirit crystals overnight.

Except for the unused gold coins, all the spiritual crystals provided by the system were refined by Fang Lang.

boom!

Above Fang Lang's head, there was smog, and the stereotyped and condensed aura in his body was boiling, like a flood that opened the gate, flowing rapidly through the meridians.

Eight paragraphs!

In the state of double fetters, Fang Lang refined more than a dozen low-grade spirit crystals, and finally broke through his own cultivation, from the seventh-level swordsman to the eighth-level!

His experience value has also increased to 5000 points, and there are still 5000 points left before the upgrade. That is to say, as long as the five thousand gold coins in the space ring are spent on cultivation-related consumption, he can upgrade.

The morning sun shines brightly.

Fang Lang opened his eyes and let out a breath of foul air.

My heart is a little excited and surging.

Eighth stage swordsman.

With his hard work, he finally crossed from the third stage to the eighth stage.

"However, it's only the eighth stage. From the eighth stage to the ninth stage, more spirit crystal resources need to be spent..."

Fang Lang murmured, not too optimistic.

With the improvement of strength, the demand for spirit crystals actually increases exponentially. The higher the level of cultivation, the number of spirit crystals needed is likely to be several times that of before.

The previous fifty spirit crystals could allow Fang Lang to go from the fifth to the eighth stage, but from the eighth to the ninth stage, perhaps more than fifty spirit crystals were needed.

Fortunately, Fang Lang doesn't need to worry about resources. After all, as long as he upgrades the system, there will be enough system funds.

If it doesn't work, Fang Lang still has ten low-grade spirit crystals and two middle-grade spirit crystals funded by Lao Fang's family.

As for the eighth-level swordsman's cultivation, Fang Lang's complacency and slack cannot be tolerated.

If you want to really enter the gold list of scientific examinations, eighth rank...is not enough, at least nine ranks are required to barely qualify.

After all, the scientific examination...is facing the students of the entire Tang Dynasty.

Standing up from the bed, Fang Lang twisted his lower body bones. The first-rank level of any profession is actually the time when the foundation is laid. Every time the strength is improved, there will be a slight transformation, which is the foundation and improvement of the physical body and meridians.

"It's time to find a time to spend the system's money."

"If you spend money, you can collect enough experience points to upgrade. At that time, not only will you have new cultivation resources, but you will even have an extra bond position."

Fang Lang narrowed his eyes, and couldn't help but look forward to it.

As for spending money, what can be difficult?

...

Putting on a new green shirt and carrying the Liansheng sword box on his back, Fang Lang had breakfast, left Fangfu, and walked towards the academy.

I haven't seen Xiaowenzi for several days, and Fang Lang still misses... having an in-depth exchange with her about practice.

Just entered the academy.

Pairs of eyes fell on Fang Lang, full of surprise, envy and bewilderment.

Fang Lang was very uncomfortable with the weird eyes of the students around him. He was a low-key person after all.

Set foot on the seventh book building.

The moment he stepped into the floor, the students who had chatted together in twos and threes suddenly fell silent.

Even in the seventh book building, the students who have been on the academy's gold list quietly looked at Fang Lang.

Is this what it feels like to be a genius? !

Is this what it feels like to be alienated from the world?

It's weird...not bad.

Fang Lang found his desk seat, sat down cross-legged, propped his chin, and tapped his fingers.

Looking at Ni Wen's desk seat, Xiao Wenzi hasn't come yet.

Between the floors, the rustling voices of classmates and students sounded again.

After all, yesterday the two inner sect disciples of Jianshu Sect came with swords, and announced in a high-profile manner that Fang Lang won the first place in the Jianshu Sect's sword competition. It is still very impactful.

Now Fang Lang's reputation in Luojiang Academy is probably comparable to the top ten geniuses on the gold list.

"Fang Lang is so powerful, he actually won the first place in the Sword Asking Competition!"

"The swordsmanship competition doesn't look at cultivation, but only at swordsmanship. Fang Lang's swordsmanship is really powerful!"

"Everyone asks the sword competition, why does he come back to the academy? Shouldn't he directly join the Jian Shu sect?"

"Come back to participate in the scientific examination, and want to fight for a better sect? But, besides the sword, what else can he do? It's inflated. With his strength, the scientific examination is hopeless."

...

The students around were chatting while peeking at Fang Lang.

Although Fang Lang won the first sword competition, everyone still felt that Fang Lang's behavior was unwise.

After all, Fang Lang's participation in the scientific examination may not necessarily be able to reach the level of being admitted to the Jianshu Sect.

Although 30 points were added, with Fang Lang's roots and cultivation, it would be extremely difficult to get a score that could be selected by the Jianshu sect, and his hope was almost slim.

At that time, if Fang Lang gets a score that can only be selected by second-class or even third-class sects, and even loses his name to Sun Shan, it will really become a joke for the whole world.

Obviously being able to enter Jianshu Sect, the first-class sect in the Great Tang Dynasty, is beyond self-control.

Fang Lang didn't care about the discussions of the students around him.

Fang Lang's eyes lit up quickly, because he saw Ni Wen, who was wrapped in a green shirt, with her head lowered as always, like a little transparent, and walked into the study in small steps.

"Little Wenzi!"

Fang Lang shouted.

Ni Wen raised her head abruptly, looked at Fang Lang who was approaching, and felt a little at a loss. After a long time no see, the deer jumped wildly in her heart.

However, Fang Lang sat cross-legged across from her desk familiarly.

Excitedly discussed with her about practice.

Ni Wen's complexion gradually softened, and the uneasiness in her heart was gradually calmed down.

She was also afraid that Fang Lang would win the Swordsmanship Grand Competition and look down on her.

Now Fang Lang's attitude towards her is the same as before, the stone in her heart is put down immediately, and with a little joy and the unique happiness of a little girl, she discusses issues related to practice with Fang Lang.

Fang Lang took the "Da Tang Shu Jing" this time. He had an in-depth exchange with Lao Jiang before, and he was rewarded with a spell repair talisman. About the turbo reversing flying sword supercharged formation...

Fang Lang can only understand a little bit of that thing. After all, his major profession is sword repair, and he doesn't have a deep research on the theoretical research of art repair as a minor.

There is a specialization in surgery, but Ni Xueba is very interested in Fang Lang's formation theory.

Stretch out a finger from the sleeve of the green shirt "toot", and paint and draw on the table.

While explaining to Fang Lang, he was also thinking.

Although Fang Lang's skill level is not high, it's not a big problem. After opening Ni Wen's bondage state, he can barely communicate, and he gradually understands this skill repair talisman.

"Ding! The host and the bonded object Ni Wen have a shallow communication about practice, trigger the practice passive, and get a reward [Punch Card Fragment x 1]."

A system prompt popped up, and it was the familiar punch card again.

Sure enough, Xiao Wenzi was better than Old Jiang.

Shards of punch cards are a good thing.

It can offset the time to bind the fettered object, Fang Lang is not too much at all.

Soon, when the two were chatting heartily, Wen Jiaoxi stepped onto the floor, sat on the first seat, raised the gavel and patted it, and Fang Lang reluctantly returned to his seat.

...

Outside Luojiang City.

Two streamers approached quickly.

Flying swords flew across the sky, and the sword was surrounded by a circle of continuously circling silver magic circles.

On it, circles of formations protected the figure sitting cross-legged on the flying sword.

Two swords, two people.

One of the figures opened his eyes, looked at the other figure carrying a rusty iron sword, frowned slightly and said, "Fang Lang has obtained the 'Liansheng Sword', and the Jianshu Sect has announced it to the world... The third prince said, don't take it away sword."

The figure with the iron sword on his back smiled.

"Seize the sword?"

"No, I'm not stupid."

"If you take the sword from Fang Lang's hand, you will offend Jian Shuzong and Xuanyuan Taihua..."

"Sword Shu Zong dared to let a swordsman come out of Shu Mountain with a sword, naturally he has his confidence."

"Offending Xuanyuan Taihua, even the teacher, even the third prince may not be able to protect me."

The burly figure nodded: "It's good if you know, but that kid is close to the proud daughter of the Jiang family, and seems to have mastered the Sword of Four Seasons. The meaning of the third prince is to find a chance to test whether this son is from the Jiang family." piece."

Hearing this, Lin Yun stretched out his hand to touch the bloody chest that had been strangled by Fang Lang, clenched his fingers violently, opened his eyes, grinned slightly, and looked down at the entire Luojiang City.

"So just in time..."

"Resolve personal grievances."

...

The teacher who kept the bell rang the bell for class dismissal.

after school.

Two people ran upstairs and came over, it was Yang Zhengyi and Liu Bubai.

"Prodigal son, you can do it. You actually won the first place in the Swordsmanship Competition. Needless to say, the oiran courtyard of the Jiaofang Division will arrange it tonight to congratulate you!"

Yang Zhengyi flicked the bangs on his forehead and said excitedly.

Liu Bubai at the side glanced at Yang Zhengyi with disgust.

vulgar!

Swords are more interesting than women!

"Fang Lang, let's practice swords together!"

"Aren't you going to pass the scientific examination to attack the inner sect of Jianshu Sect?! I will accompany you!"

"My father just rewarded me with a flying sword. After practicing the sword, I can take you to play with the flying sword!"

Liu Bubai raised his head proudly.

Although lying in a sword competition, he scored 13 points in vain.

But he has a very good mentality and has not suffered any blows. He is still a proud little sword fairy of Luojiang!

Fang Lang reluctantly rejected Yang Zhengyi's request from the Jiaofang Secretary. As for practicing swords with Liu Bubai... then it would be better to go to the Jiaofang Secretary. Lao Jiang is gone. What's the point of fencing with two big men?

Of course, it was mainly because Liu Bubai's swordsmanship was so bad that Fang Lang was not interested.

"Old Liu, go play by yourself, I have something important to do today."

Fang Lang simply refused.

Only Liu Bubai was left with a sad face.

Call Renzhen Teambao when you need it, and Lao Liu when you don't need it...

Ah.

Fang Lang ignored Liu Bubai who was complaining, and after saying goodbye to Ni Wen, he set foot on the main street and went straight to Qianfei Pavilion where money could be spent.

Just stepped into Qianfei Pavilion.

Steward Yu's eyes lit up, as if he saw a big client coming to his door, and he walked over with a smile on his face.

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