Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

The raindrops were blown obliquely to the world.

In front of Qiuling Yaoque Hunting Ground, there was a dead silence.

Zhou You was bleeding from his mouth and nose, lying on the ground, looking at the gloomy sky with slack eyes, feeling a little cold in his heart.

He lost so badly.

Zhou You has always felt that the reason why Fang Lang won the first place in the gold list is because of Fang Lang's excellent performance in the essay test. As for Fang Lang's strength, as a first-time swordsman, he is probably about the same as him.

However, today, reality has dealt him a heavy blow.

The young man Jiang Linglong wanted to protect was indeed unusual.

The rain slapped his cheeks, a little wet and salty.

At this moment, no one paid attention to Zhou You who had lost his two front teeth, everyone was staring at Fang Lang.

The boy returned to the Obsidian Sword, leaning on the sword.

Those peaceful words contained infinite arrogance. When he laughed, the world was silent.

In the distance, above the tree trunks.

Wen Ting's eyes sparkled.

"Second stage martial artist?"

Is this one of Fang Lang's hole cards?

It was the first time that Wen Ting discovered that Fang Lang had minored in martial arts and had reached the level of a martial artist. He thought he knew Fang Lang well, but now it seems that he doesn't.

It's no wonder that he can get the first place in the scientific examination civil and military list.

Wen Ting looked at Zhou You who fell to the ground, but his face was not full of joy, and he stared at the next situation.

gang fight?

Fang Lang's words made the students of Chang'an Academy and the Guozijian look at each other in blank dismay.

If you fight in groups...wouldn't you be too disrespectful of martial arts?

After all, they are students from the world's oldest academies, and they came to challenge Fang Lang to fight for a hope, but if they fight in groups, whoever wins Fang Lang?

Fang Lang saw the hesitation in their eyes, and his heart shuddered.

It seems that the leeks seem to be starting to wilt.

This is not allowed!

Fang Lang grinned, looking at a group of students in Chang'an Academy in the distance, with a sword in one hand, his neck slowly stretched forward, and the other hand raised, pointing at his head.

"Come on, hit me, hit me here!"

"A bunch of pickled (a) sluts (za) cowards."

Voices linger.

After the world is silent, it is like hot oil boiling in a pot!

Wen Ting uncorked the gourd, took a sip of wolfberry tea to calm down the shock.

This guy is really... too much to beat!

It's so sloppy and cheap!

Even he couldn't help but want to rush up and beat Fang Lang up.

In the distance, the students of Chang'an Academy and Guozijian had their eyes narrowed, and endless anger gushed out!

Never seen such a request!

Can't bear it!

Who does he think he is?

With one enemy dozens, can his dantian aura be exhausted? !

The students of Chang'an Academy looked at each other, no longer caring about their faces, and swooped out in the autumn rain that slapped the world, turned into white awns and practiced galloping among the mountains, tearing the rain curtain, and shouting loudly!

The sound of drawing swords, the sound of reciting condensed formations, the sound of martial arts gushing blood!

Like a large handful of emerald pearls splashed onto a jade plate at the same time, the whole world was disturbed and noisy.

The autumn raindrops falling from the sky were even shattered into countless gouache.

Gang fights.

as you wish.

Dozens of students from Chang'an Academy and more than a dozen students from the Imperial College smashed through the mud and rushed towards Fang Lang!

The atmosphere suddenly became chilling.

The first to rush were the digital martial artists!

They sculpted the bloody clothes on their bodies, and the soles of their feet stepped on the ground, like ten thousand horses galloping, causing the ground to tremble endlessly.

One of them clenched his fist slightly and turned sideways. With a kick on the ground, his body bounced up like a spring, crossed an arc, and smashed his fist at Fang Lang.

A powerful and heavy punch, as if mobilizing the surrounding airflow in a backward pouring posture, gathering on the fist.

Fang Lang's eyes were shining, and he leaned over slightly, revealing the sword box behind him.

He stretched out his hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, tapped Jian Er, and pushed it forward violently!

Clang!

The sword energy in the cyclone in Fang Lang's dantian suddenly swept across, shaped like a storm, and turned into a terrifying thrust, pushing the Liansheng sword out!

Instantly!

The Liansheng sword with the hilt as the head is like a silver lightning bolt behind a cloud.

The plump raindrops falling from the sky were cut open by the high-speed moving Liansheng, and it was faintly visible that there were many fine lines on Liansheng's sword that looked like lotus petals. Fingers crossed.

The leaping martial artist from Chang'an Academy was hit in the chest by the hilt of the Liansheng Sword like lightning, and the blood and blood clothing that protected his body instantly burst like bubbles in the sun!

The two collide like galloping horses at high speed, and the consequences can be imagined.

There was a crisp sound!

This Chang'an Academy student's chest was sunken, and his white shirt was smeared with blood. His body that had just jumped out flew upside down in the same arc, and fell to the ground, scratching the muddy ground.

The complexions of the swooping students changed slightly.

The bounced Liansheng sword was held in Fang Lang's hand, Lingxu's sword steps erupted, and his figure pulled afterimages in the rain.

He suddenly pulled out Obsidian from the mud, and pulled out the sword-drawing skills accumulated for a long time, using the earth as a sheath, and pulled it out brazenly!

The mud seems to have been cut into a thin black snake-like line.

The crowd rushed in, and Fang Lang crashed in without fear, like a lone boat, crashing into the huge waves of the ocean that would swallow everything without regret.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for defeating a challenger and obtaining ten low-grade spirit crystals."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for defeating a challenger and obtaining ten low-grade spirit crystals."

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The dantian qi sea is constantly being consumed, and it is also constantly being filled!

The two swords danced, and at this moment, it seemed to have turned into a troll's hammer, into a long whip of a fairy official, whipping away students from Chang'an Academy one after another with great force!

Under the rain curtain, the full raindrops reflecting the endless autumn were smashed by the sword grains, smashed into dense rain and mist, and hit the person, and the person flew horizontally, with blood and haze.

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The rain was pattering down.

Dressed in a refined figure, holding an oil-paper umbrella, he walked on the main road of Chang'an City, step by step, with a very steady pace, without being surprised by the autumn rain that fell on the ground.

He walked towards the outside of Chang'an City.

After smiling and bowing to the soldiers guarding the city, he walked out of the city and set foot on the ancient bluestone road outside the city.

However, his steps stopped.

The world was silent, only the sound of raindrops beating the umbrella surface.

He raised his eyes and looked in the distance. In the distance, a young man with long hair was standing in the rain with a black knife on his back. His waist was straight and he let the rain beat on his body.

The boy turned his back to him, and when the elegant boy walked out, he turned around slowly.

"Wei Sheng?"

Li Yuanzhen looked at Wei Sheng, with ripples on his elegant face like autumn water, showing a little bit of astonishment.

Wei Sheng turned around with a silly smile on his face.

"Are you going to the Yaoque Hunting Ground?"

Li Yuanzhen looked at Wei Sheng, with a look of interest on his face: "Interesting."

"You actually came to stop me because of that Fang Lang."

Wei Sheng sighed: "I'm not sure of winning you, but the teacher told me to cover Fang Lang more in the Imperial Capital..."

"No way...he gave too much."

"So, I can't let you pass, and if you want to win him, it should be in the palace test, not in the hunting ground."

The interest on Li Yuanzhen's face became more and more intense, and after a long time, it turned into a low laugh: "Interesting, then let me learn about Brother Wei's methods, as... a warm-up before the imperial examination."

Words fell.

Li Yuanzhen waved his slender fingers in the air.

A raindrop falling down the eaves of the umbrella was plucked by him and turned into a slender silk thread, like a string of a piano.

Finger flick.

It is like a mountain stream, bursting out between the flicking of the raindrop silk thread.

From Li Yuanzhen's feet, the countless autumn rains and accumulated water turned into a magic formation.

Countless raindrops falling from the sky actually froze, and while Li Yuanzhen was playing the music, they seemed to turn into thousands of arrows and shot at Wei Sheng.

Wei Sheng scratched the back of his head and smiled foolishly.

Then, he drew out the black knife on his back, threw out a black lightning bolt, and slammed it down!

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The raindrops dripped from the sky, from big to small, and finally slapped on the roof of the nanmu carriage, blown to pieces, like a green plum in full bloom.

The pattering autumn rain fell on the coachman wrapped in a red robe and hood.

The draped curtains woven with gorgeous silk are occasionally blown by the wind in the rain, revealing the noble figure sitting lazily in the carriage.

The wheels ran through the mud and left ruts, but the falling autumn rain quickly wiped them clean.

In the rain, the carriage stopped slowly, and the horses snorted and stopped still.

There is half a mountain away from the battlefield where there are dozens of white clothes in green clothes.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted slightly, and a pair of eyes looked out from behind the carriage, piercing through the heavy rain, watching the battle clearly.

"What a leader in the civil and military gold list, he is indeed a young man who shocked half of the world."

A lazy voice came from the carriage.

"No wonder he can kill Lin Yun."

"Sect Master Nan, what do you think of this son?"

The third prince said.

The figure in the red robe and hood trembled slightly, and slowly raised his head. Under the hood, an old face with eyebrows appeared.

It is the Suzerain of Donglu Sword Sect, Donglu Sword Master, Nan Yehuo.

"This son... is as talented as a monster, and he is the top genius in this year's Datang Three Thousand Academy."

"Lu Ze is not as good as him, Luoyang is not as good as him, and Li Yuanzhen... is not as good as him."

Nan Yehuo said in a hoarse voice.

"oh?"

In the carriage, the Juggernaut heard the evaluation of Li Yuanzhen by the third prince, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Only Jiang Linglong, Wei Sheng, and Ximen Xianxian can compare with him."

Nan Yehuo said again.

The third prince became more and more surprised.

"Ximen Xianxian, I understand that he is accumulating a noble spirit. Although the ranking in the gold list this time is not high, the palace examination may be a blockbuster. It is a pity that he has entered the command of the big emperor."

"Wei Sheng is a descendant of the imperial family of the Eight Dynasties, and it is understandable that he has blood talent."

"Sister Linglong, as the only daughter of King Jiang Wu, inherited the new blood of King Jiang Wu. Although she has not activated it, she has unlimited potential."

"Fang Lang...how can he compare with them?"

The third prince asked lightly.

Donglu Sword Master Nan Yehuo just shook his head, his voice overshadowed the sound of rain, and said hoarsely: "Intuition, and he pulled out the lotus."

The third prince's voice was light: "This joke is not funny."

"If His Highness wants to make an enemy of him, then this old man's suggestion... kill him before he rises."

Nan Yehuo said seriously: "So, this time, the old man will personally drive the car for His Highness."

The world fell into a deathly silence.

After a long time, the third prince laughed lightly, but his words were very calm.

"Unfortunately, I can't kill... this son is the leader of the civil and military gold list, and the most eye-catching person in the palace examination. If he wants to die, he can't die in my hands."

"If I die in my hands, my father will be angry."

"However, his policy question ruined my big business. I just went to ask him. If he obeys me, everything will be easy to talk about."

Nan Yehuo was silent.

It seems to have thought of the horror of the supreme existence in the deep palace who was angry.

After a long time, Nan Yehuo said hoarsely: "If you can't subdue... then destroy him."

The third prince lowered the luxurious silk curtain, leaned lazily in the soft carriage, and let out a breath.

"Can."

If you don't accept it, you can only pay some price for it, even if the price is to bear the wrath of the extremely terrifying father, but... whoever achieves a big event must pay some price.

Rain, keep on falling.

Nan Yehuo under the hood of the red robe raised his hand, and there was a whining sound from the dense forest, and a wild wolf with a demonic aura was captured and arrested by an invisible force, howling in the air.

Nan Yehuo slowly let go of his brows, and tossed his hand.

The wild wolf suddenly flew in the air like a huge boulder thrown by a catapult, and flew across an arc, hitting the young man in Tsing Yi in the next mountain.

The reins whipped lightly.

The wheels of the carriage finally turned, breaking the static landscape of splashed ink and crushing the wind and rain to move forward.

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Fang Lang stood still with his swords.

In the dantian, the spiritual energy overflowed to the extreme, and the sword intent seeds in the dantian also intensified the transformation of sword energy.

Suddenly, within the cyclone, a trace of sword energy condensed into shape.

boom!

With a muffled sound, the shackles of the fourth-tier sword master were broken, and the rainwater all over his body twisted invisible, and Fang Lang stepped into the fifth-tier sword master.

And the harvested aura is still surging, and the aura reserves needed by the fifth-level swordsman are continuously stacked until it is perfect. However, Fang Lang needs to transform the sword aura if he wants to break through.

When the last Chang'an Academy student who was dropped to the ground, with a pale face, limped and disappeared into the rain.

Fang Lang raised his head suddenly, looking at the autumn rainy sky.

The rain curtain was smashed, and a wriggling black object was thrown towards him!

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Under the overturned rain, the carriage passed through the mountains as if shrunk to an inch in the wind and rain, only three hundred feet away from the boy in Tsing Yi.

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