Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Chang'an City in late autumn is extraordinarily beautiful. Many leaves have faded from green and turned yellow in autumn, like golden leaves hanging all over the trees, gorgeous and eye-catching.

At noon, the scorching sun was like a fire, pouring endless enthusiasm from the nine heavens, illuminating the entire world.

The imperial city, the deep palace.

Behind a closed palace wall, there are branches full of golden leaves protruding out, making the rustling sound of leaves and leaves in the slightly passing midday autumn wind. There is a small courtyard standing behind the palace wall. Guards with swords in armor guarded it, and no one was allowed to come in or out.

There is a courtyard garden in the courtyard, flowing cups of water, water pavilions and pavilions, among the clusters of flowers there are ponds with rippling blue waves, under the clear water there are koi swimming around, flicking their tails from time to time, causing circles of ripples.

A little bit of bait was sprinkled, and the calm pond suddenly seemed to be boiling, and countless peaceful koi suddenly competed frantically for the bait.

The third prince Li Liancheng was wearing a simple plain white single gown, his hair had not been combed, and a few scattered strands of hair were hanging down his forehead.

Behind him, a young eunuch in blue was bowing and recounting the palace examination in the square in front of Tai Chi Palace.

The third prince who was confined in the palace was not eligible to go to the palace examination.

"It was you who killed Lin Yun."

"A policy question shocked the government and the public, and you were the one who opposed the 'Jiedushi System'."

"It was you who stabbed me three times..."

The Third Prince stared at the koi in the pond, with a cold smile on his lips.

Counting carefully, there are so many gaps.

Especially the second article, Fang Lang's article, affected his layout in the ruling and opposition parties.

Foreign races are divided into pure blood and criminal blood. Among them, there are many pure blood foreign races in the Tang court who are suppressing the frontier Yaoque, and in the faction of the third prince, most of the supporters are these foreign generals.

The reason why he went to the Qiuling Demon Tower in person was because of this article.

If Fang Lang wins the number one scholar, and his father personally summons him to ask about politics, many of Li Liancheng's arrangements will inevitably be subverted.

He couldn't figure out the thoughts of that father, who was aloof and looked like a fairy god.

Even, he couldn't tell whether the grounding this time was because he took action against Fang Lang, or because of the Jiedushi system he dominated.

"His Royal Highness, the palace examination has reached the second round, and a total of 80 candidates have advanced to the second round."

"The lottery draw for the Shengqian martial arts competition is over, and the first match is... Li Yuanzhen vs. Fang Lang."

The little eunuch in blue read the letter sent, said.

The words just fell.

The little eunuch felt suffocated for a while, and the cool air in late autumn seemed to freeze suddenly, but he saw the third prince turned his head and stared at him intently, his eyes gleaming with coldness.

"You said...in the first match, who is against whom?"

The third prince, Li Liancheng, said.

The little eunuch knelt on the ground, trembling, but couldn't say a word.

The third prince ignored him, raised his head, and looked in the direction of Tai Chi Palace, the corners of his mouth gradually opened.

"Did you... do it on purpose? My dear father."

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In front of the Taiji Palace, there was an uproar, and the noise seemed to break through the sky, shaking off the wild geese flying over the Tang Dynasty.

In the first battle of the Shengqian martial arts competition, Fang Lang, who was number one on the civil and military gold list, faced Li Yuanzhen, the son of the right minister who was well-known in Chang'an City.

No one expected that the first match of the martial arts competition would be so explosive at the beginning!

It's almost as if it was arranged on purpose.

However, this lot was drawn by the Holy Emperor, even if everyone thought it was arranged on purpose, it was impossible for everyone to say it.

Underneath, the First Prince raised his brows, and the corners of his mouth curled up into an unfathomable smile.

Li Puyi's expression was extremely dignified and serious, and after a long time, his frowning brows were relaxed, and his indifference returned.

Will there be a winner in the first battle?

Then share it.

Anyway, sooner or later, what is the difference between the first battle and the last battle?

The suzerains of the various sects watched curiously, and the surrounding people and gamblers looked crazy. Just the list of the first battle set off their excitement.

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Fight one-on-one, win the battle, the nameplate will be intact, if you lose, there will be a crack on the nameplate, but if the nameplate is not broken, there is still a chance to continue fighting, but you will lose the qualification to hit the champion .

This is probably the last match of the palace test, the rules of the Shengqian Wubi Competition.

Therefore, whether it is the first battle or the last battle, there is actually no difference, and they will meet in the end.

Li Yuanzhen saw that he was the first to fight, and his mind, which was disturbed by the maze of the magic circle, suddenly calmed down.

Why bother so much?

As long as he wins over Fang Lang, all the disturbances will disappear, and all the entanglements in his heart will be cut to pieces.

"Imperial Supervisor Li Yuanzhen, ascend to the ring."

The chief eunuch flicked his whisk and spoke in a sharp voice.

"Here."

Li Yuanzhen bowed to Tai Chi Palace.

Then he turned around, took the last step from many candidates, and walked towards the arena supported by the Xumi seat under the white jade pill.

The arena is extremely wide, enough to accommodate the next hearty battle.

Li Yuanzhen stepped onto the arena, stopped on it, stood with his head down, his eyes drooping.

"Fang Lang of Luojiang Academy, ascend the ring."

"Here."

Fang Lang also agreed to bow, carrying the pineapple sword box on his back, turned and walked towards the ring.

The eyes of Jiang Linglong, Liu Bubai, Ni Wen and others fell on him, giving encouragement.

Fang Lang smiled, stepped onto the ring, and stood facing Li Yuanzhen.

The clear sky was suddenly darkened by the flowing clouds blown by the autumn wind, adding a bit of chill.

The entire Tai Chi Palace and the square suddenly fell silent. Although everyone was shocked and difficult to calm down at the early arrival of this competition, which is likely to be the champion competition, but when the competition really started, it was not calm, but it had to be calm.

All eyes were on the ring.

Including the aloof Saint Emperor in Tai Chi Palace.

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"Boom boom boom—"

The exciting and ear-splitting golden drum sounded.

It means the start of the fight.

However, there was no movement in the arena, only the unknown autumn leaves whirled by the autumn wind.

Li Yuanzhen looked at Fang Lang with a calm expression. He was very elegant and confident.

"Third Highness told me to win you."

"You have no idea how much repercussions your article on Kekaoqi asked. With your meager body and a few pens, you have hindered the great trend of Datang's progress towards greater glory. You like this People... can't win the number one prize."

Li Yuanzhen shook his head in a Confucian shirt and said.

Fang Lang was taken aback, was that the article that Ke Kaoze asked?

It's all because of that article, so the third prince came here to mess with him?

Fang Lang suddenly felt extremely ridiculous.

The Jiedushi system... Although he has not personally experienced it, there are indications that if the Great Tang Dynasty implements this system, it is very likely that it will repeat the mistakes of the previous life.

Although the Holy Emperor of the Tang Dynasty seems to be an extremely powerful, peerless powerhouse with hands and eyes reaching the sky.

However, Fang Lang believes that the torrent of history and fate is enough to crush everything.

Unless... Emperor Tang is a fairy, a god, enough to turn everything around.

But he is not, he is also a human being.

Fang Lang laughed, his low laughter lingered on the ring, he raised his head and looked at Li Yuanzhen.

"People like you are so ridiculous, just like robbers... hold your own reason and logic."

"Then I say..."

"Set up a heart for the world, a life for the living and the people, a sage for the past, and a peace for all generations, so... please die."

"Are you going to die?"

"Do you dare to die?"

"You dare?!"

Fang Lang asked three consecutive questions.

His voice was stirring on the ring, and his heavy and powerful words were stirring up and down the ring, and inside and outside the Tai Chi Palace.

boom!

It was like an uproar, like a torrent, stirring in the ears and hearts of every courtier, every monk, and every Confucianist.

In the preparation area, Ximen Xianxian was trembling when he heard these words. He stood up, clutching the paper fan, his lips were trembling... There was a bit of madness in his eyes!

"Okay... It's a good sentence to set up a heart for the world. Although this occasion is not right, the first half of the sentence is really good."

"As expected of being number one in the essay test!"

"As expected of my brother Lang!"

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Faced with Fang Lang's questioning, Li Yuanzhen was also in a daze.

That sentence seemed to point directly at the soul, a question that questioned his heart, and his heart seemed to be a little messed up by the impact.

He has his righteousness, but Fang Lang also has determination.

Suddenly!

A chill stimulated Li Yuanzhen's hairs to stand on end, and a strong sense of crisis came from his spiritual thoughts.

But see, Fang Lang left!

On the ring, he swooped down, without drawing his sword, just lowered his body directly, and swooped down in one breath, like a sprint for a hundred meters, trying to shorten the distance between him and Li Yuanzhen.

"It's useless, let you be eloquent, but the gap between us and you is too great. The gap between you and the number one scholar is as high as a mountain."

"I am a nine-level master, and I have transformed ninety-nine percent of my aura into mana, and realized the fusion of mana with a ray of power and spiritual thoughts. I am only one step away from the realm of a third-grade master."

"How do you beat me?"

Li Yuanzhen looked at Fang Lang calmly, he was very confident, very confident.

He is nine-level, Fang Lang is only a sixth-level swordsman, and the gap in the last three levels is very huge, and it may take a year or two of hard work to make up for it.

Indeed, it is very dangerous for Shu Xiu to be brought close by Wu Xiu and Jian Xiu.

However, with such a huge gap, how did Fang Lang get close to him?

Not even his defenses could be broken.

Li Yuanzhen raised his hands, and appeared from behind the Confucian shirt, his slender fingers quickly intersected in seals.

Waves of spiritual thoughts scattered from his body like bells.

Boom boom boom!

It seems that one after another, substantial air walls are rising from the ground.

Li Yuanzhen pushed forward with the palm of his hand, and suddenly an extremely complicated magic circle circled at high speed from his palm, and then rushed to the top of the ring, covering the entire ring.

At this time, Fang Lang had swooped down to a distance of ten feet from him.

Fang Lang had no expression on his face, and the blue shirt on his body was blown by the fast-running breeze, and it kept hunting!

He only stared at the uplifted defenses around Li Yuanzhen, ignoring the formation above his head.

Li Yuanzhen is very strong, Fang Lang's only chance is to catch him by surprise!

The elegant and easy-going smile on Li Yuanzhen's face disappeared, he stared at Fang Lang coldly, stretched out his hand, pointed at Fang Lang from a distance, and pressed down suddenly.

The magic circle above the arena began to circle!

When the first icy rain that dripped from the magic circle fell.

A torrential rain swept out from the formation!

"it's over."

Li Yuanzhen said lightly.

Crash!

The torrential rain poured down instantly!

Under the downpour, who can not get wet in the world.

And this, rain is not rain, this is a chilling rain!

Whoosh!

The green bricks on the arena began to be covered with small holes one after another, which were pierced by the dripping rain, and every drop of rain seemed to turn into an extremely sharp knife.

Cut the air, cut Fang Lang's green shirt corners, and cut the blue bricks on the ground...

It seems to split the world!

This is a formation that is close to the limit of a second-grade artist!

The vast rain of sharp knives.

Fang Lang's figure was instantly swallowed up, leaving only Li Yuanzhen standing solemnly in the air walls rising from the ground.

He looked at the endless rain, and laughed in the rain.

The entire square fell into deathly silence, and countless candidates silently watched the situation in the ring.

This is the strength of Datang's number one magician in this year's scientific examination.

The strength that overwhelms almost everything.

In the preparation area, Wei Sheng was silent, Li Yuanzhen was really strong, he had fought against Li Yuanzhen before, it can be said that it was 50-50.

If he can get close to Li Yuanzhen, he is sure to take it down easily.

However, if you can't get close to Li Yuanzhen...there is basically no chance of winning.

Sooner or later, he will be played to death by the magician.

Suddenly!

Wei Sheng's eyes narrowed.

In the test preparation area, Jiang Linglong's frown was slightly relaxed.

But see, in the arena shrouded in heavy rain.

A figure's body bent into a huge arc, and then it was ejected suddenly like a spring. It was covered with a layer of blood clothes, which was the exclusive defense of martial artists. The aura suit of Fengrui Yushui is exclusive to sword masters.

If you have sharp eyes, you can still see the blood clothes and aura clothes, and there is also a translucent spiritual shield!

Under the three layers of defense, Fang Lang resisted the first wave of rain knives!

Like a fish swimming against the torrent, he leaped across a graceful arc, brought splashes of water to the sky above the ring, jumped out of the range covered by the formation, and leaped higher than the formation!

Everyone stared blankly at the young man in Tsing Yi who jumped up.

Then, Fang Lang raised his hand, the fiery red space ring between his fingers flashed, and a fiery red flying sword hung at his feet.

Flying sword!

A flying sword listed as a means of transportation, a flying sword that is extremely useless in battle!

Everyone was stunned, even Li Yuanzhen was stunned.

Is Fang Lang going to break through his defense with a flying sword?

But Fang Lang raised his hand and formed a seal suddenly, almost instantly, a mark was formed!

Turbo reciprocating flying sword supercharging array!

boom!

The magic circle circled in reverse.

Fang Lang's violent spiritual thoughts swallowed by the iron law poured into the formation, and the formation howled more and more!

Accompanied by the airflow being called by.

Fang Lang was in the air, like a flaming meteor, accelerating from extremely quiet to extremely fast!

Just like the iron law red arrow that shot out from the sky above Chang'an, splitting the sky and the earth.

In an instant, Li Yuanzhen's defensive wall was crossed!

With unparalleled power and speed, he slammed into Li Yuanzhen obliquely!

Li Yuanzhen was frightened by this speed, and suddenly lost his mind!

What kind of rules is this? !

The scheme of dying together?

Sword master? A magician... or a martial artist?

But there is no such fancy fighting method!

Clang!

Fang Lang didn't draw out the Obsidian Sword, but directly drew out the Liansheng Sword!

boom!

Just when the flying sword was about to hit the ground, Fang Lang controlled the flying sword and raised the tip of the sword suddenly.

Dragon look up!

Huge momentum! Let the wind howl!

Li Yuanzhen only felt a giant dragon sticking to his body, raising its head to the sky!

And Fang Lang handed out a sword on it, and Li Yuanzhen was terrified. Looking at Fang Lang who was close to his body an inch away, he reacted suddenly!

He raised his hand to form a mudra, intending to condense the defensive array.

However……

Fang Lang's eyes were faint, his spiritual thoughts fluctuated instantly, and the technique-spiritual cone!

puff!

Li Yuanzhen only felt a pain in his spiritual thoughts, and the half-formed formation collapsed in an instant.

And the Liansheng sword that Fang Lang handed out, accompanied by the flying sword, pierced through Li Yuanzhen's abdomen!

Driven by Li Yuanzhen, they rushed to the sky with their swords together!

Pooh!

Secret Skill Sword Lotus!

Under Lian Sheng's sword, countless blood on Li Yuanzhen's back exploded like lotus petals.

Fang Lang shook his hand.

Li Yuanzhen's body slipped from the Liansheng sword.

Flying down, smashing the magic circle that he condensed above the ring, the magic circle was like a shattered mirror, torn apart!

Boom!

Li Yuanzhen hit the ground with his back, as if a blooming blood lotus had grown on the ground.

The raindrops that had lost their cutting power poured down, patting Li Yuanzhen's stunned face.

The entire square was deadly silent.

The first sorcerer in this year's scientific examination.

He was defeated by Fang Lang with the momentum of thunder, smashing the dead, and being gaudy...defeated.

No one can think of it.

Picking up to the sky, then smashing to the ground...

fiasco!

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