Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

In the martial arts arena, there was a dead silence.

And after Fang Lang spoke to Ni Wen, everyone recovered from Fang Lang's sword, and the noise was like the sound of big beads falling on a jade plate.

Liu Hao, a fifth-level martial artist, a young genius among the three hundred ordinary students of Luojiang Academy, was defeated in one move!

Spike!

Who would have thought?

Even Fang Lang's friend Yang Zhengyi is still pulling his bangs with a dazed look.

Drawing the sword is the end.

Fang Lang won simply and domineeringly!

After defeating Liu Hao, Fang Lang greeted Ni Wen, turned around and squeezed out of the crowd, and returned the wooden sword.

The wooden sword in his hand was full of cracks and could no longer be used.

Among the students watching around.

In fact, there are quite a few gifted students whose eyes became serious.

Some students even became vigilant.

"Fang Lang...Have you been hiding your clumsiness before? Three stages have changed to five stages, plus this fast sword, it won't take ten years to practice."

"Sure enough, the Great Tang World Science Examination is approaching, and all kinds of monsters and monsters have come out."

"Interesting, Fang Lang is having a showdown, don't pretend?"

The gifted students looked at each other, and they all saw the vigilance in the eyes and the boiling competition.

The three-year scientific examination is the end of ordinary people, but it is a carnival for geniuses. Students with strength plan to show their demeanor in this scientific examination!

Fang Lang's performance in this battle aroused the fighting spirit of many people.

Hundreds of boats compete for the best.

This kind of scientific examination is only interesting, and it can't live up to their three years of hard work.

Yang Zhengyi came back to his senses at this moment, his face was full of resentment, Fang Lang, a boy who has the opposite sex and no brothers, didn't even say hello to him, and only cared about flirting with Ni Wen.

However, Yang Zhengyi became excited, flicked his bangs, and chased after Fang Lang's back.

As for Liu Hao, at some point, he was extremely lonely and left secretly.

The onlookers dispersed one after another.

Ni Wen was blushed by Fang Lang's words, and she was dizzy at the moment.

"Wait... wait... really want to practice against Fang Lang?"

"Shouldn't you practice? A Niang said... the kids from the rich family... don't have any good things!"

Ni Wen lowered her head, feeling hesitant and apprehensive.

However, in her mind, only the image of Fang Lang slashing out with a sword, looking at her in the crowd, and smiling brightly at her was all that remained.

"Then... Just practice and never talk to him."

Ni Wen seemed to have suddenly thought of a solution, she clenched her fists and nodded solemnly.

...

At the edge of the martial arts arena, under a row of willow branches blowing in the breeze.

There are countless shadows walking in vain.

If Fang Lang was here, he would definitely see a familiar figure, it was Uncle Zhao who old Fang had been with Silang in the Jiaofang all night.

At this moment, Uncle Zhao was standing respectfully beside a graceful figure. Beside the two of them, there was another figure with a hunched back, wearing a white shirt, and a flying white beard.

All three looked back at the same time.

Uncle Zhao's face was a little weird, but the graceful figure frowned slightly, lost in thought.

The old figure was stroking his white beard with a smile on his face.

"That sword... is interesting. If it is a disciple from 'Jian Shu', I might not be surprised, but there are such students in Luojiang Academy." The graceful figure took a deep breath and murmured.

Afterwards, she seemed to have fallen into deep thought, and after a long time, her eyes sparkled, as if the bottleneck that had been stuck in her heart for a long time was broken by the flying waterfall.

"Mr. Cui said that people should not be underestimated. Linglong has been taught."

The graceful figure bowed towards the hunched figure.

"Jiang Nizi, what are you doing? This is really not deliberately arranged by the old man. This is just an ordinary struggle between students in Luojiang Academy." The old man waved his hand.

Afterwards, the old man couldn't help but marvel at the serious Jiang Linglong.

As expected, all of them are monsters.

Watching the sword at a coincident meeting can also give you a little enlightenment.

"The boy's swordsmanship has not been practiced day and night for ten years. It is difficult to master it. It can be said that it is the top swordsmanship that can be achieved in the realm of swordsman. Although he is only a fifth-level swordsman, this swordsmanship is as good as swordsmanship. In the subject, it is enough to add a lot of points."

Jiang Linglong's figure was graceful and graceful, and there was a hint of admiration on her face.

The old man called Mr. Cui also stroked his beard, but did not refute Jiang Linglong's statement.

"This son's name is Fang Lang?"

"The child of Fang Beihe from the Luojiang Fang family?"

"Before... why haven't you heard of this name?"

Mr. Cui looked at Fang Lang who defeated Liu Hao with a single blow and then disappeared into the crowd with a smile on his face.

That sword slashed the world of mortals, and his unrestrained and unrestrained calmness made the old man quite appreciate.

The two continued to move forward, ignoring Fang Lang's matter. Although Fang Lang's sword was amazing, his own cultivation was still too low. Even if a fifth-level swordsman had extra points for swordsmanship, it would be difficult for him to pass the scientific examination. If you shine, you may have a chance to be selected by the sect, but you can't choose the top sect in the Tang Dynasty, so... there is no need to pay too much attention.

Unable to enter the top sect to practice, even if one hand is amazing in swordsmanship, the future...but the end can be seen at a glance.

The girl Jiang Linglong chatted with Mr. Cui all the way.

Uncle Zhao, who was following Jiang Linglong, had a strange and shocking expression on his face.

Because he recognized it, that kid... It's Fang Lang!

Three paragraphs yesterday, five paragraphs today!

Now, he showed such an amazing swordsmanship again.

It's not like what Lao Fang said that "Fang Lang is just an ordinary academy student".

"Zhao Wou-ki, why are you in a daze? After consulting Mr. Cui, I have to go to the 'Thousand Fei Pavilion', hurry up."

Suddenly, Jiang Linglong, who had walked into the distance, turned her head, frowned slightly, and said.

"Here."

Uncle Zhao came back to his senses, pleaded guilty, and followed respectfully.

...

Fang Lang returned the tattered wooden sword to the weapon rack, and the old teacher who was in charge of the weapon rack raised his eyebrows, but Fang Lang did not ask for compensation.

The instructor also saw the fight between Fang Lang and Liu Hao, and he knew the amazing sword that Fang Lang showed.

"It's a pity, if you change to a fine steel sword, that sword is enough to cut off the opponent's arm, even the arm bone."

The old instructor who was in charge of the weapon rack grabbed a pipe, took a puff of "click", and laughed.

Fang Lang was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled brightly: "It's just a competition between classmates, you have to be forgiving and forgiving."

The most important thing is that the academy does not allow the use of fine steel swords.

Fang Lang put away his weapon, and chose a brand new wooden sword.

The old teacher was startled when he heard Fang Lang's words.

Be forgiving and be forgiving...

He took a puff of the dry cigarette with a "clack" and exhaled the cloudy smoke. The old teacher Xi grinned: "Good boy, he has a good personality."

"Cultivation is also cultivation of the mind, and the nature of the mind will also affect the practice."

The old teacher knocked on the weapon shelf with a tobacco stick, and warned.

Fang Lang nodded to the old teacher, and returned to the martial arts field with a new wooden sword.

In the battle with Liu Hao, Fang Lang experienced the "sword drawing technique".

Fighting with Liu Hao can't trigger the practice passive, and there is no need to waste time, so make a quick decision and draw a sword, either you win or I lose, simply and neatly.

However, the surprise brought to Fang Lang by drawing the sword is huge.

As long as you communicate with the bonded object in depth, you will get special rewards.

This made Fang Lang look forward to the next duel with Ni Wen. Should this kind of duel be considered an in-depth exchange?

The lesson of keeping the bell rings the bell, and the break is over.

On the martial arts arena, hundreds of students from the seventh book building and the third floor gathered one after another and formed a square formation.

After Mr. Xi chatted for a while, he ordered the two students to practice against each other.

The students spread out, and the green shirts fluttered on the martial arts field, like green leaves blown by the wind.

A corner of the martial arts arena.

Fang Lang and Ni Wen stood opposite each other.

Ni Wen held a wooden staff like a dead branch in her hand.

Fang Lang looked at Ni Wen with a refined and easy-going smile.

Ni Wen's head was almost shrunk into her green shirt, a little embarrassed, feeling uneasy.

I really only practice with you, I... don't talk to you!

In the distance, Yang Zhengyi flicked the bangs on his forehead, and gave Fang Lang a resentful look.

This kid is floating, his wings are hardened, for the sake of the little woman, I won't practice duels with him anymore.

He, Yang Zhengyi, was at number 50 on the gold list!

Where is it not as good as Ni Wen? !

cough cough...

Ni Wen is third on the gold list, and he, Yang Zhengyi... seems really inferior.

For a while, Yang Zhengyi became more and more sad. He had resentment in his heart, and he wanted to vent his resentment on his opponent.

Opposite Yang Zhengyi, Liu Hao, who had just taken the golden sore medicine, twitched violently at the corner of his mouth, and a bad premonition arose spontaneously.

Under the order of teaching.

All the students who stood facing each other bowed towards their opponents one after another.

"Please teach me more."

The shouts swayed the branches of willows, lingering in the sky above the martial arts arena.

The next moment, the sparring started, and the sound of drinking and fighting exploded in an instant.

The youthful breath of the boys and girls permeated unreservedly.

Lively, lively and laughing.

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