Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

The night was as dark as thick ink, and the rain kept falling.

Holding an oiled paper umbrella, Fang Lang headed towards Jiaofangsi under the guidance of the guards.

Guanshi Yu had a graceful figure, and Pingting was standing in front of Qianfei Pavilion's door, the rain gradually blurred her vision.

She looked at the back of Fang Lang who disappeared with the guards, her red lips were slightly pursed, and she fell into thought.

Steward Yu also heard some of the conversation between Fang Lang and the boy.

Steward Yu raised his eyebrows slightly.

She thought for a while, and waved to the two guards in Qianfei Pavilion in the distance.

The strength of these two guards are both second-rank martial arts practitioners in the martial arts profession.

"Follow up to see the situation, if possible, help Mr. Fang solve some troubles."

Guanshi Yu parted his red lips slightly, looking at the bead curtain and rain curtain with his beautiful eyes, and said.

"Here."

The two martial artist guards bowed, turned around and put on their bamboo hats, then rushed into the rain and disappeared.

Steward Yu ignored it, turned around in a slim figure, and walked gracefully towards the phantom formation area.

The reason why she sent a martial artist to help her was because she was in a good mood because she sold a flying sword today, and it was mainly because of the mysterious girl from the imperial capital.

As for whether she can help Fang Lang in the end, she can't control it.

Turning around and going back to the room, the slender legs were looming under the slit tight cheongsam.

However, as soon as she turned around, a master of the legal domain, a fourth-rank professional repairman who was in charge of maintaining and counting the information in the phantom formation area, rushed over in a hurry.

"Yu Xiao! Where's the guy who used the phantom array area to test the flying sword just now?!"

Guanshi Yu was taken aback, wondering what made the master of the legal realm so anxious.

He actually called her by her first name.

"Just left, what's wrong?" Steward Yu was puzzled.

"That person's first test flight, he actually got on the sword monument! And he was the first two hundred to climb the sword monument!"

The master was frothing with excitement.

When Guanshi Yu heard this, he was stunned.

The next moment, when she came back to her senses, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened.

"Controlling Thousand Emerald Flowing Fire...to ascend the sword monument?!"

Yu Guanshi felt astonished and unbelievable.

This... is impossible!

The top 200 sword monuments are basically professional sword masters!

How did Fang Lang use the entry-level flying sword to rush to the top two hundred of the sword monument? !

Liuhuo is just an entry-level flying sword, even if it is a real professional swordsman controlling Liuhuo, it is still difficult to rush to the top 200 sword monuments, right? !

Guanshi Yu suddenly became short of breath, his towering chest heaving up and down.

She seems to have grasped a certain opportunity, the opportunity for the rise of the Qianfei Pavilion flying sword industry!

"Quick! Activate the backtracking array, and take a look at Mr. Fang's fight backtracking!"

...

Lao Fang is Fang Lang's only relative in this world, and Lao Fang's position in Fang Lang's heart is very important.

Not only because Lao Fang's paternal love is like...a golden mountain.

It is also because Lao Fang's love for Fang Lang comes from the heart!

Therefore, when the guards of the Jiaofang Division said that Lin Yun and Lao Fang were drinking, Fang Lang's heart would burst out with unstoppable hostility.

Is this using Lao Fang to threaten him?

Fang Lang couldn't help but raise his heart. He didn't expect that Lin Yun would find Luojiang City.

There is no doubt that Lin Yun came for him.

for what?

Lotus Sword?

Fang Lang held an umbrella, walking in the dark night and rain, with a sullen face, thinking.

Or... it was because Fang Lang had defeated Lin Yun in the Sword Asking Competition, and Lin Yun refused to accept it, so his narrow-mindedness exploded... Want to get back the field?

There are two possibilities.

However, no matter what, Lin Yun used Lao Fang to threaten Fang Lang, which completely touched Fang Lang's bottom line!

There was a fire brewing and surging in Fang Lang's chest.

Fang Lang was very angry, but the more angry he became, the calmer he became.

He asked the guards, and learned from the guards that Lin Yun was not alone. Fang Lang had expected this. This is Luojiang City, and Luojiang Academy is here. Lin Yun dared to come in person, so he should have the confidence .

Obviously, that other person is his confidence.

The rain fell faster and faster, and the raindrops fell on the umbrella surface, burst open, burst into misty water mist, and covered the earth and the world with a veil.

The Secretary of the Jiaofang will arrive soon.

Fang Lang stood in front of the door, and in the Jiaofang Division, there were three or two figures, who walked out with weak legs after being sent off by a girl in revealing and charming clothes.

One of the figures was startled when he saw Fang Lang.

"Yo, prodigal son?!"

Yang Zhengyi still had lip marks on his neck, and his bangs on his forehead were a little messy, and his eyes were bright when he saw Fang Lang.

However, Fang Lang didn't have any joy, and his cold eyes met him, making the smile on Yang Zhengyi's face gradually disappear.

"Lao Yang, do me a favor."

"Go to the academy and ask Professor Wen to come to the Jiaofang Division."

Fang Lang said.

problem occurs.

Fang Lang's serious expression, Yang Zhengyi, who had been mixed up since he was a child, understood it tacitly in an instant.

Without asking why, Yang Zhengyi just nodded.

Open the oil-paper umbrella and rush directly into the rain curtain.

Fang Lang is not stupid, he has to learn to find a way out for himself.

After all, he is just a swordsman.

Watching Yang Zhengyi disappear under the rain curtain, Fang Lang was moved and made second-hand preparations.

"System, smash the egg."

A cyan reward egg appeared in front of him, and he smashed it with a hammer without hesitation.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining [Five-fold Amplification Card], [Borrowing Card], and [Enchantment Card]."

The system prompt popped up, and Fang Lang glanced at the income item bar, neither happy nor sad.

The guard bowed slightly, dripping water from the edge of the bamboo hat: "Mr. Fang... please."

It was the first time he came to Jiaofangsi, the place of fireworks, but he never expected...it was so unromantic.

Fang Lang suddenly felt regretful.

For the first time, it was lost like this.

Lin Yun, the enmity between the two of us is getting bigger and bigger.

The tranquility of the night has long been broken by the pattering rain.

Fang Lang followed the guards to Chunmei Courtyard. The courtyard was brightly lit, but silent.

Fang Lang's heart also suddenly hangs.

The guard was covered in coir raincoats and stood sideways in front of the courtyard gate.

Holding the oiled paper umbrella given by Manager Yu, Fang Lang stepped into Chunmei Courtyard.

One into it.

In the courtyard, sights swept over quickly and fell on Fang Lang.

In the middle of the pavilion, Lin Yun was squatting on the chair with a smile all over his face. He was holding a greasy chicken leg, stuffing it into his mouth, taking a sip of fine wine, eating with relish.

Lao Fang was sitting opposite, with a beautifully dressed woman next to him.

When Lao Fang saw Fang Lang, the flesh on his face trembled slightly, and he growled, "Lang'er, go!"

He obviously knew that Lin Yun was here for Fang Lang.

Seeing that Lao Fang was fine, Fang Lang exhaled the breath that was pent up in his heart.

Lin Yun raised his head to take a sip of the wine in a "Zi Liu", slammed the wine glass on the table with a "snap", chewed and swallowed the chicken leg meat slowly, and said with a smile, "Come here?"

"It's rainy and cool, how about a glass of wine to warm you up?"

Lin Yun said.

"Don't worry, I just borrowed your father to find you. Look, you're here now. I have a good chat with your father, and I won't hurt him. After all, hurting him is a violation of the iron law of the Tang Dynasty. Even, I let the oiran accompany him, is it just enough?"

Lin Yun jumped off the chair, stretched, and looked at Fang Lang with a grin.

And Fang Lang's gaze moved away from Lao Fang, and landed on the burly figure drinking quietly who was two feet away from Lao Fang.

Just taking a look, Fang Lang's pupils shrank, feeling the boundless haze coming from the sky to fill his chest!

Close your eyes, cut off your sight, and the haze and pressure suddenly disappeared.

Fang Lang was apprehensive, turned his head, and no longer looked at the burly figure, but at Lin Yun.

"You gave birth to the sword for the lotus?"

Fang Lang asked, and while asking, he gathered the oil-paper umbrella and threw it aside casually.

After that, he stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the Liansheng sword in the sword box on his back that pointed obliquely at the sky in the rainy night with five slender fingers.

Step by step, Lin Yun walked to the edge of the pavilion. The raindrops, like falling pearls, spilled down the corners of the eaves and hit the ground with crackling noises, tearing apart the silence of the night.

Through the bead curtain, Lin Yun looked at Fang Lang with a half-smile, and shook his head.

"The Liansheng Sword was given to you by Chao Xiaojian, how dare I snatch it?"

He raised his hand, covered his chest, and clenched slightly.

"I'm here only for personal grievances."

Lin Yun said seriously.

"I have always thought that the rules of the Swordsmanship Competition are bullshit. Can a swordsmanship without the support of cultivation be called a swordsmanship?"

"Last time I didn't use my spiritual energy, I didn't use my cultivation..."

"You pierced my chest with nine swords, which made me feel a knot in my heart. This time, I will also stab you with nine swords."

"It's sort of solved...huh?"

However……

He hadn't finished speaking.

In the rain curtain, Fang Lang's figure swayed for a while, and as the blue shirt trembled, countless raindrops stained on it were shaken into gouache, bringing up misty water mist.

The footsteps stepped on, and the accumulated water splashed three feet!

Lingxu stepped down with his sword, pulling out an afterimage.

Jumping up, across the arc, afterimages returned to the main body, and appeared in front of the pavilion!

In the box, draw the sword!

The sword light was like lightning, and it suddenly struck out!

Lin Yun borrowed Lao Fang to find him, so naturally he wanted to fight.

Since you want to fight, what's the nonsense? !

The young man drew his sword, and murderous intentions arose in the rainy night.

The pouring raindrops seemed to feel the cold murderous intent, and moved away silently.

No longer will a drop of rain dare to fall on the boy's body!

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