Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

sluggish!

Dead silence!

Luoyang still had disbelief on his face.

When did this entry-level Qianfei Liuhuo have such a terrifying speed increase? !

The speed of that instant eruption might have surpassed that of the top luxury flying sword!

But Liuhuo worth 5,000 gold coins... Why does it have such a speed increase? !

Luoyang felt that his common sense and worldview had been impacted!

"Could it be... this is the latest explosive speed-up technique array researched by Qianfei Pavilion?!"

Luo Yang seemed to think of something, his eyes lit up.

"Liuhuo Zero Seven...could it be a professional swordsman who was invited by Qianfei Pavilion to test the new technique array?!"

Luo Yang's breathing became short of breath, and he clenched his palms violently.

He seems to have grasped the truth of the matter!

Qian Fei Pavilion, there is a good baby!

...

Whoosh!

Feijian broke through the finish line of the track one after another.

In the phantom array, time is also frozen.

Fang Lang and Liu Bubai broke through the finish line, and the total time it took was one hour plus a quarter of an hour.

hum...

The illusion in the room dissipated.

In the Fourth Ring Building.

Liu Bubai slumped on the ground, his eyes were a little dull, and his face was blushing.

Hi.

it is finally over.

Too exciting, too fast... Is this the world of a professional swordsman? !

After a long time, Liu Bubai got up from the ground and carefully retracted the flying sword. At this time, he had the leisure to check the time.

"Um?"

"A two-thousand-mile track takes an hour and a quarter!"

Liu Bubai's mind buzzed as if it exploded.

This... broke his own record!

Liu Bubai was trembling with excitement, and his mind sank into the [Sword Monument] released by Yu Jiansi.

"The nine hundred and ninety-ninth name on the sword stele, Luojiang Little Sword Fairy."

On the list!

Liu Bubai couldn't help laughing heartily.

Even though he was lying on it, he had a showdown and stopped pretending.

It is not my intention to lie down and win.

But what can he do when he encounters a professional swordsman leading him to fly?

...

Fang Lang opened his eyes and withdrew from the phantom array.

There was a smile on his face, and he felt refreshed all over his body.

He glanced at the ranking on the [Sword Stele], it was one hundred and seventy-ninth.

Although Liu Bubai was the first to cross the finish line, the ranking of Jianbei is based on the overall evaluation of operation, total time and performance on the track.

Liu Bubai was lifted abruptly by Fang Lang to a height he shouldn't have at his age.

Possessing expert-level sword control skills, coupled with the magic array talisman, Fang Lang finally only ranked one hundred and seventy-nine, which made him a little surprised and stunned.

How strong are the one hundred and seventy-nine in front?

Without thinking too much, Fang Lang had no idea about this ranking.

Fang Lang was very satisfied with this [Running Fire], and when he walked out of the flight test room, Steward Yu was already waiting.

She didn't know much about the situation of the test flight, but seeing the satisfied smile on Fang Lang's face, she knew that this business was stable.

"Sister Yu, five thousand gold coins, right? I bought it."

Fang Lang laughed.

Steward Yu raised his hand with a smile all over his face, with a space ring on his slender fingers.

Fang Lang also had a thought, raised his hand, and lightly touched the two space rings.

The five thousand gold coins in the interspatial ring were transferred to Steward Yu's interspatial ring.

This is the transfer function of the space ring.

"Ding! The host has completed a practice-related consumption and received a random reward, and the reward has been distributed to the item bar."

Sure enough, the moment Fang Lang spent the five thousand gold coins, a system prompt resounded in his mind.

"Ding! Friendly reminder, the experience value is full, and the level has increased."

The system prompts again.

A smile of anticipation suddenly appeared on Fang Lang's face.

Finally... an upgrade!

...

Host: Fang Lang

Cultivation level: eighth-level swordsman

Level: LV3

Experience: 0/50000

Root bone: 36 (white)

Practice funds: 25,000 gold coins, 150 low-grade spirit crystals, 1 middle-grade spirit crystal (only for practice projects)

Props: Punch card fragment x 1, cyan reward egg x 1

Bond objects: Ni Wen (60%), Jiang Linglong (60%), Vacancy (60%)

Unique Passive: For matters related to the practice of the bonded object, additional rewards can be obtained

...

Fang Lang glanced at the system panel, his eyes froze, and his breathing was slightly rapid.

He saw the change in the column of bonded objects at a glance.

System upgrades... Sure enough, there are no other benefits besides giving money.

The real big benefit is the change in bondage level!

The original bond level was 50%, but when it was upgraded to LV3, the bond level reached 60%!

Although it was only a 10% increase, to Fang Lang... it meant a lot!

This represents... growth!

This system upgrade gave Fang Lang great hope.

It also gave Fang Lang the motivation to work harder!

He will work harder to practice in the future!

Everything is getting better!

Fang Lang came back to his senses, and Manager Yu didn't urge him. He looked at Fang Lang with a soft smile on his face.

"Mr. Fang, in order to thank you for supporting Qianfei Pavilion's flying sword business, this is a space ring presented to you by Qianfei Pavilion. The internal space is ten cubic meters, which is specially used to store flying swords."

"Welcome Mr. Fang to take down the flying sword and continue to choose Qianfei Pavilion."

Steward Yu handed over a fiery red interspatial ring and said with a smile.

Fang Lang's eyes lit up, buying a flying sword and giving him a space ring?

As expected, Qianfei Pavilion, one of the three major commercial firms in the Tang Dynasty, really knows how to do business!

However, for Qian Fei Pavilion, the cost price of the space ring is not high, and it is not a heartache to use it as a gift. If they can attract a customer who buys Feijian and develop Feijian business, they will surely make a profit.

Fang Lang smiled and did not refuse.

Put on the fiery red space ring, and put away the Flowing Fire Flying Sword.

...

Light rain began to fall in the night sky, pattering, as if covering the world with a hazy veil.

Luojiang City.

On the banks of the Luojiang River, the Secretary of Jiaofang.

Brightly lit, flower boats line the river, like brilliant flowers blooming in the dark.

The light rain is long, and the black clouds are piled up, accumulating heavy rain.

The Jiaofang Division is close to the bank of the Luojiang River, covering a very large area. There are twelve independent small courtyards, which belong to the small courtyards of the Jiaofang Division's middle oirans, and live in the Jiaofang Division's twelve well-known oirans. .

As for the flower boat, as long as you can spend gold coins and spend money, the flower boat will light up for you every night.

Jiaofang Division, Chunmei Courtyard.

In the courtyard, there are flowing cups of water, leisure courts, long corridors, poetic and picturesque.

In a pavilion in the center of the small courtyard, there are wine tables on which delicious food and wine are arranged in an orderly manner.

It is raining lightly, the glazed tiles are flying over the eaves, and the rain is connected into filaments, dripping silently along the edges of the bricks and tiles.

In the pavilion, lanterns are hung high, illuminating like daytime, and there are many figures.

There are silk and bamboo sounds, guqin sounds, pipa sounds, and there are also the sounds of women blushing and cursing "hate".

The sound fell into my ears.

While toasting and drinking, Lao Fang smiled and talked with several other family heads in Luojiang City about the upcoming cooperation projects of each family.

Pat clap clack!

The sound of footsteps driving the rain on the ground can be clearly heard in the lonely night.

At the gate of Chunmei Courtyard, two figures wearing bamboo hats and coir raincoats stopped, and one of them was carrying a rusty iron sword on his back, with his hands crossed over his chest.

The guards from Chunmei Courtyard came to stop him, but a terrifying aura of a cultivator burst out from the burly man.

The guards coughed up blood one after another, and were crushed and limp in the mud, unable to move.

Two figures came strolling in the courtyard.

In the Chunmei Courtyard, the sound of toasting and drinking began to gradually decrease.

On the wine table, the oiran of the Jiaofang Division changed his face, and the other heads of the family also looked ugly.

Everyone was silent.

The two figures walked into the pavilion and took off their bamboo hats, wrapped in the terrifying coercion unique to practitioners.

Lin Yun, who was carrying a rusty iron sword on his back, smiled, poured a glass of wine, and looked at Fang Beihe on the wine table with a half-smile.

"Boss Fang, look forward to it for a long time."

"My Xia Lin Yun, and your son Fang Lang, are very speculative friends."

"Come on, have a drink with me and wait for Fang Lang."

...

It's raining.

Fang Lang, who was standing in front of the Qianfei Pavilion, raised his head, watched the raindrops whizzing down from the sky, and let out a breath slowly.

In the phantom formation, controlling the sword is hearty and dripping, and I don't know how time flies.

Fang Lang opened the oil-paper umbrella he borrowed from Guanshi Yu and stepped into the rain.

However, one foot just took off.

On the street in the distance, there was a figure braving the rain, stepping on the rainwater, rushing towards Qianfei Pavilion in a hurry.

"But Mr. Fang?"

The figure was wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, and his face was pale. When he saw Fang Lang, he hurriedly spoke.

Fang Lang was taken aback, thinking that the person in front of him was just passing by, but he didn't expect that it was actually coming for him.

Fang Lang nodded.

The figure hurriedly said: "I am the guard of the Chunmei Courtyard of Jiaofang Si. Mr. Lin Yunlin asked me to bring a message to Mr. Fang, please come to the Chunmei Courtyard for a gathering."

Lin Yun?

Fang Lang was taken aback, remembering Lin Yun, a student of Donglu Academy who was arrogant and wanton in the Sword Asking Competition.

Fang Lang frowned, this Lin Yun came to Luojiang City?

He didn't have a good impression of this Lin Yun, he was too domineering, his eyes were arrogant and lawless.

"No time, don't go."

Fang Lang said lightly.

What's wrong with Lin Yun? !

Holding an umbrella, he passed the guard.

However, the guard took a deep breath and spoke again: "Young Master Lin said that he had a very happy chat with Boss Fang Beihe, and he wants to chat with Mr. Fang as well."

Snapped!

The soles of the feet stepped on, and the rainwater splashed on the bluestone slab.

The rain like cow hair all over the sky seems to be stagnant in the burst of hostility and murderous intent.

Fang Lang turned his head slowly, stared at the guard, his face was gloomy, and he uttered two words coldly.

"lead the way."

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