Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Chapter 41 A little... urgent

This person wants... to lie down? !

Very familiar tone.

A familiar picture.

Fang Lang looked at his teammates around him with a strange expression...

Old Willow?

It can't be such a coincidence, can it?

Fang Lang smiled and didn't pay much attention.

He focused on Feijian Liuhuo. This entry-level flying sword is Fang Lang's first flying sword.

Flying swords are different from precious swords. Flying swords cannot be used to kill enemies, but can only be regarded as a means of transportation.

The fighting sword has the style of fighting sword.

Like the Liansheng sword, the material is top-notch, the iron is cut like mud, and the sword is raised with intention. This kind of sword does not engrave any magic formations, and it is a sword that belongs exclusively to sword repairers.

The flying sword will be engraved with a magic formation, once the magic formation is damaged, the flying sword will be destroyed, so it is not suitable for fighting against enemies.

Gently rubbing the flowing fire, the streamlined sword body gives people a hearty feeling, and the formation on the sword is also eye-catching and complicated.

Fang Lang and Ni Wen had a superficial exchange on the knowledge of art cultivation, and under the influence of their ears and eyes, they could also see the profoundness of the formation.

At least, at Fang Lang's level, it is very difficult to analyze this kind of magic array.

"Rookie, don't be in a daze, quickly use your sword!"

"Before you, behind me."

"You are in charge of breaking the wind, just run the array at full capacity and keep flying. I will correct your mistakes on the route and guide you."

"If I tell you to go slow, go slow, and let you go fast, do you understand?"

"As long as you don't stretch your hips, I'll lie down with you!"

On the other side, Liu Bubai raised his head confidently and said.

The corner of Fang Lang's mouth twitched with this damn familiar expression.

"For a flying sword battle, there are fifty teams starting at the same time, with a total of one hundred people. Each team has two people. The division of labor is very clear. One person is responsible for breaking the wind, and the other is responsible for maintaining physical strength, spirituality and mental state. The charge of the scene!" Liu Bubai said.

"Um."

Fang Lang responded simply.

Liu Bubai was very tired, this newcomer really didn't understand anything.

However, Liu Bubai couldn't say anything, after all, they were matched randomly.

When Fang Lang inserted the Yujian Token into the eyes of the flying sword formation and activated the flying sword formation, Liu Bubai began to pay attention to the opponents in this flying sword battle.

With this attention, his complexion suddenly became ugly.

"Hey, Luojiang Little Sword Fairy? You are so familiar. It's you again, defeated."

"Take the craziest name and control the most watery flying sword."

"Laughing, if I were you, where would I have the face to get this name?"

...

A mocking sound came from an opponent named [Chang'an Chao Xiaojian] in the distance.

Liu Bubai often hangs around in the Feijian competition, and occasionally has quarrels with others, but he has quarreled with this guy many times, and every time he fights for crossing, he loses more than wins.

This time he was matched with a newcomer and met this opponent again, Liu Bubai felt more and more depressed.

He originally wanted to take advantage of the scientific examination to relax, but now to relax and feel lonely, he can imagine how he will be ridiculed after losing this round.

The mentality of scientific research is bound to be affected.

Hasty.

Fang Lang is also sitting cross-legged on the Flowing Fire Sword at this moment, and starts the Flying Sword. The silver formation on the Jianer turns into a fiery red formation to trap the Flying Sword, and a low-grade spirit crystal is stuffed in it, constantly being eyed by the spells Extract the aura.

Fang Lang seemed to hear the yelling from his teammates and opponents, turned his head to look, glanced at the opponent's name, and was suddenly dumbfounded.

Chang'an Chao Xiaojian?

Sure, this person should be a fan of Lao Chao.

It's the same as the name "Peng Yuyan in a certain place" in the previous life.

Fang Lang couldn't help laughing at the two people who were yelling at each other. The names of these two people laughed at fifty steps, so there's nothing to be arguing about.

when--

The sound of an ancient bell resounded melodiously.

"Newcomer! When the third bell rings, start quickly, and you must start fast!"

Liu Bubai sat cross-legged on the flying sword behind him, and spoke with incomparable dignity.

"good."

Fang Lang responded, sitting cross-legged on the Feijian Jianer array, feeling the "click" sound made by the rotation of the array, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raised with curiosity and anticipation.

when!

The third bell finally rang.

The moment the sound disappeared, the sounds of piercing the air all around resounded one after another.

The flying swords began to accelerate, and the fifty teams rushed out almost at the same time, like a dragon crossing a river.

Fang Lang stretched out his palm in the shape of a sword finger, and tapped on the palm-sized eyes of the magic array floating in front of him, and slowly circled with his sword finger, the spiritual energy of the spirit crystal was swallowed and transformed into propulsion.

The fire below him began to slowly fly out.

At the moment Liuhuo started to move, Liu Bubai also urged his flying sword, and followed Fang Lang!

"Quick! Accelerate!"

"accelerate!"

Liu Bubai kept shouting on the flying sword.

However, his heart gradually sank into the valley.

He is indeed a newcomer.

Fang Lang's start...was too slow!

That slow look, do you think you are shopping? !

Of the fifty teams, Fang Lang and Liu Bubai's team fell to the end in an instant.

In the distance, undisguised sarcasm and laughter came from several opponents.

Like a galloping hare turning its head and laughing at a slow tortoise.

Liu Bubai clutched his chest, as if he had been stabbed in the back by his teammates.

What kind of fairy teammate is this? !

Is it just to mess with his mentality?

Fang Lang seemed to feel Liu Bubai's unlovable mentality, and the expression on his face gradually became serious.

A training picture about [Flying Sword Control Skill Specialized Level] appeared in his mind.

Fang Lang raised his hands, the surgical array flickered in front of him, pointed his sword finger on it, accelerated the rotation, and finally swung forward.

"Ka Ka Ka..."

The circle of the Flowing Fire Flying Sword suddenly began to rotate at high speed, and the lines on it suddenly became red like a soldering iron!

call out!

The air wave was broken in an instant, and the speed of the fire suddenly increased a lot!

Liu Bubai, who was following Fang Lang, immediately froze.

Um?

Something seems wrong.

This newcomer... has something!

Liu Bubai also started to control the flying sword. The sword pointed on the magic array and began to accelerate. With Fang Lang breaking the wind in front, he only needed to easily follow the trajectory of the broken air wave and fly with the sword.

Soon!

Get up really fast!

Fang Lang controlled the flowing fire, his speed was getting faster and faster, and the surrounding scenery disappeared in the wind!

Liu Bubai's eyes gradually lit up, and he began to intensify the devouring of the spiritual energy by Shu Zhen's eyes, making the flying sword explode faster.

This newcomer!

Nothing else, just this flying sword speed-up skill, it's on par with Liu Bubai!

A team was surpassed!

Forty-nine, forty-eight, forty-seven...

The ranking is gradually advancing!

"Good! Keep it up!"

Liu Bubai praised.

According to this rhythm, he, Liu Bubai, will definitely be able to take this newcomer to lie down and show him the scenery on the top of the mountain!

Fang Lang, who was sitting in front of the flying sword, listened to Liu Bubai's sound transmission, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

This is... where to go.

...

Whoosh!

Flying swords surrounded by magic circles flew high in the sky, and shuttled among the sword-like mountain peaks rising from the ground.

Fang Lang is not very familiar with the track venue he chose this time, but Liu Bubai introduced it to him.

Lianfeng, rushing waterfalls, lush dense forests, green grasslands... these four track scenes cover a total of 2,000 miles.

Although it is a phantom formation, this phantom formation was researched together by the top four practitioners of the Imperial Sword Division in the Tang Dynasty. It also contains the theory of "forbidden curse"-level magic formations, and the environment is infinitely close to reality. .

In such a real situation, environmental factors have a very serious impact on controlling the sword.

The first "Lianfeng" scene quickly came to an end.

Immediately afterwards, the scene changed, and Fang Lang vaguely felt the water vapor blowing towards his face.

The second scene, "Waterfall" is approaching.

The deafening roar of the waterfall is already in your ears!

hum!

The surrounding sword riders controlled the flying swords and began to slow down.

After the first scene flies, the spirit crystals in Shuzhenzhen’s eyes should almost be exhausted. It’s common sense when it’s time to exchange spirit crystals. The safest and fastest way to replace the spirit crystal.

However……

"Rookie, what are you doing?!"

"Slow down, change spirit crystal!"

Seeing that Fang Lang had no tendency to slow down, Liu Bubai couldn't help shrinking his eyes, and hurriedly shouted a reminder.

This newcomer...couldn't be Feihe, forgot to replace the spirit crystal, right?

If the spirit crystal is not replaced in time, once the spirit energy in the spirit crystal is exhausted, the speed of the flying sword will drop rapidly, and even cause the sword to fall!

Fang Lang still had a smile on his lips.

Replace the spirit crystal?

Of course it has to be changed, but...why do you have to slow down when changing the spirit crystal?

A veteran driver with professional sword-handling skills never slows down!

Not only do not slow down, but also speed up!

Rumble!

The scene changed, and the huge Qingtian waterfall suddenly appeared in front of the eyes, the water waves suddenly hit, and the air flow was disordered.

The speed of the surrounding flying swords suddenly decreased.

However, there is an outlier among them.

The Flowing Fire Flying Sword is really like a mass of falling sky fire, without slowing down at all, it slams into the Qingtian Waterfall at high speed!

The dozen or so flying sword masters who had been surpassed in succession turned black and cursed madmen!

This is not slowing down, the sword will fall!

It doesn't matter if you don't change the spirit crystal, doesn't the scene change slow down? !

"slow down!"

"Why are you still accelerating?!"

"Ahh! Don't..."

"Slow down!!"

Liu Bubai gasped, his face turned pale instantly, and he shouted loudly!

grass!

quick! too fast!

Please, slow down!

Looking at the infinitely enlarged Feiliu Waterfall in front of him, looking at Fang Lang who not only did not slow down, but accelerated towards the waterfall...

Liu Bubai subconsciously clamped his legs and covered his chest.

So... so exciting!

Is this the heartbeat...

Arterial infarction feeling!

...

close!

Getting closer!

Seeing that he was about to hit the waterfall, Liu Bubai's pores were all open, beads of sweat rolled on his forehead, and he was panting heavily.

He followed the flight path of Fang Lang who broke the wind, and his sword fingers against the magic circle were trembling!

The flying waterfall is getting more and more terrifying, like a monster with its mouth wide open!

Getting closer and closer to the waterfall, 500 meters, 400 meters, 300 meters...

The water drops from the waterfall, like sharp arrows with handles, were like ten thousand arrows fired at once, crushing all in one piece, hitting the defensive formation of the flying sword, bursting into clouds of misty water mist!

When Fang Lang was a hundred meters away from the waterfall.

In the midst of the waves of air, Fang Lang's sword finger on Shu Zhen's eyes suddenly melted into a palm, and he slapped suddenly.

The outer wheel of the high-speed spinning circle suddenly stopped, and the tip of the flying sword pressed down, blowing up a large amount of airflow, hitting the Feixie Waterfall with bursting water, and then falling rapidly!

Like a tiger pouncing on its food!

There was a burst of air waves flicking the tail, and the Feixie Waterfall was missed by a hair's breadth!

Liu Bubai's flying sword also followed Fang Lang's rhythm, and was driven down rapidly by the broken airflow.

The two flying swords descended parallel to the waterfall in a spiral and intertwined shape.

The strong wind was blowing towards his face, Liu Bubai couldn't help trembling.

It's like jumping off a cliff!

Slow down... slow down.

He feels a little... anxious!

"Ahhhhhh..."

Between the waterfalls, Liu Bubai screamed wave after wave.

Scream tore through the sky!

From far to near...