Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Under the setting sun, Ni Wen was carried out of the ring.

Ximen Xianxian also came back to his senses, his expression was full of complexity, and there was a bit of awe in the complexity.

Persistence, sometimes it is easy to say, but difficult to say, but it is as difficult as climbing the sky.

What is the unforgettable experience that made the girl so persistent?

Ximen Xianxian didn't know, but it didn't prevent Ximen Xianxian from respecting the girl.

Although Ni Wen seemed to have exploded her blood talent in the end, but... the gap with him was too great, but Ximen Xianxian still chose to untie her awe-inspiring energy, and fought with the girl with all her strength to show respect.

Ximen Xianxian thought that he would choose to undo the shackles that had accumulated for several years at least when he met Wei Sheng, Fang Lang or Jiang Linglong.

Dust off the slightly wrinkled Confucian shirt, Ximen Xianxian raised his head and looked at the scorching sun in the west. At this moment, he couldn't help but want to recite a poem. Unfortunately, Fang Lang, who had been watching him, gave it to him I stare so hard that I can't hold back the poetry.

Ximen Xianxian smiled and bowed slightly to Fang Lang, then walked off the ring.

The imperial doctor who was in charge of the martial arts competition in the palace test rushed over quickly, stuffed a pill into Ni Wen, and ordered her to be carried off the ring.

"It's not a big problem to treat her injuries with pills. The main reason is that her spiritual thoughts are overdrawn. The next battle may be very difficult."

Jiang Linglong said quietly.

Fang Lang nodded. It's pretty good that Ni Wen can come here, and she has tried her best.

She did the best she could.

The three of them walked off the ring, and at this point, the first round of the Palace Examination Martial Arts Tournament was all over.

At the end of the first round, half of the nameplates of many candidates suspended in front of the Tai Chi Palace were covered with cracks, and half of them were not.

The students whose nameplates are intact will enter the second round of competition.

Without a long rest, the nameplate began to choose the opponent again.

In the second round, the possibility of strong encounters is much greater.

The emotions of the people and gamblers were mobilized again, and everyone was looking forward to the more exciting martial arts competition.

Two intact nameplates collided, and Jiang Linglong fought Lu Ze.

Lu Ze's face turned dark, but he wasn't afraid of fighting. After all, if you want to go to the palace for the martial arts competition, you must be prepared to meet Jiang Linglong and others.

The battle ended quickly. Although Lu Ze learned from Lu Taixuan's Drunken Sword, under Jiang Linglong's sword, there is not much suspense about losing.

Lu Ze was very happy, drank the wine from the gourd, walked off the ring with a smile, at least his defeat was much more comfortable than the previous victory against Liu Bubai.

The next battle was also exciting.

Wei Sheng met Luoyang. Luoyang, as the number one genius of Nanyuan Academy, fought against Wei Sheng for a long time. In the end, Wei Sheng almost chopped off half of his body with a knife. It was a pity that he lost.

Fortunately, there is an imperial doctor outside the arena ready to treat him at all times, otherwise, with Luoyang's injury, he would have to be supplemented with medicinal pills, and he would need to practice for several days.

Fang Lang also played. This time, his opponent was very mediocre, ranking forty-seventh on the Civil and Military Gold List, which was relatively unfavorable in the second round.

It took a long time to reach the second round, and it was a narrow victory. The most important thing is... this person is a magician, an eighth-level magician.

When meeting Fang Lang, the other party was extremely desperate.

In the final result, there was not much suspense. As soon as the opponent entered the ring, before Fang Lang could draw out the flying sword, the octogenarian immediately chose to admit defeat.

Compared with what?

Do you want to be picked up to the sky like Li Yuanzhen, and then thrown down?

Everyone take a step back and save some face for yourself, isn't it good?

Anyway, the octogenarian was satisfied to make it to the second round. After all, he didn't come here with the aim of winning the championship.

Fang Lang smiled and bowed to each other, and the two went off to the ring respectively. There was loud thunder and little rain, which ended Fang Lang's appearance in the second round, which made the public and gamblers full of regret.

Then Ximen Xianxian played again. He seemed not to be affected by the previous game, and quickly ended his opponent.

When the battle of candidates with complete nameplates is over, it will be the competition for the candidates who lost. At the beginning of this round, some candidates' nameplates will be completely shattered, and the ranking of the palace test will be determined according to the order of the shattering.

Starting from the 80th place, they will be pushed forward in order.

Li Yuanzhen performed very well in the loser's battle. There was no elegant smile on his face, and his shots were decisive and ruthless.

Opponents were crushed by him one by one.

But, what's the use, he has already lost the qualification to compete for the champion.

Liu Bubai made his debut. This time he was very lucky. He met an opponent who was seriously injured in the previous round. The opponent could not perform 100% of his strength and was defeated by Liu Bubai with difficulty.

Liu Bubai successfully entered the top 50 in the imperial examination, but he was defeated in the end, ending his difficult journey of scientific examination.

The final ranking was fifty in the palace test.

Because of her serious injury, Ni Wen only got the 79th place in the palace examination.

However, for both of them, this result is not too bad.

Wen Ting was smiling happily from ear to ear, and Dean Cui was also smiling like a flower in the crowd. Luojiang Academy... I am afraid that it will become famous now.

The next time the academy applies for the exam, the children from several cities around Luojiang will probably come rushing to enter Luojiang Academy.

Even, when Fang Lang's palace examination rankings come out, Luojiang Academy will become even more popular, and it will attract students from all over the Tang Dynasty and from all over the world to come to study!

In short, Luojiang Academy will receive much more cultivation resources than before.

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...

The palace test is still going on.

The bright moon gradually rises, the dark clouds cover the sky, and the bright moonlight pours down from the gap covered by the dark clouds, and sprinkles on the vast square behind the Suzaku Gate. The autumn wind chills and blows.

On both sides of the royal road, flames were ignited on fire platforms built of jade, and the flames were lit in rows, making the night as bright as day.

In the arena.

The moonlight was like frost, stubbornly tore through the dark clouds, and sprinkled on the arena paved with green bricks.

Jiang Linglong stood gracefully, holding Ji Xue sword.

There was a dead silence around, and the people did not dare to speak loudly. Although they were very tired after watching the battle for a day, the next battle still mobilized the heat flowing in their blood.

Opposite Jiang Linglong, stood Wei Sheng with long hair. Wei Sheng was carrying a long black knife, touching his head honestly and smiling.

"I didn't expect to meet you in advance, I thought I would meet Fang Lang."

Wei Sheng said.

Jiang Linglong wore a veil, said nothing, and looked at Wei Sheng calmly with star-like eyes.

"Anyway, I've already fought Fang Lang once, and this time I'm facing you, it's just... a good fight."

Wei Sheng grinned, his simple and honest smile was contagious.

Jiang Linglong nodded slightly, as cold as an iceberg that would not melt for thousands of years.

Speak lightly.

"please."

Boom!

Wei Sheng's qi and blood burst out in an instant, and his hair stood on end. Facing Jiang Linglong, he unreservedly displayed all his strength.

The hair flowed backwards, the blood talent was violently activated, and it instantly turned into an afterimage on the ring, and the black knife was drawn out, as if the knife was cutting through a huge wave!

This battle made everyone stare wide-eyed.

This martial arts competition is not stingy with the one between Fang Lang and Li Yuanzhen!

It can also be called the "contest of champions"!

In the preparation area.

Fang Lang watched the battle carefully. Wei Sheng was very strong, and Lao Jiang was also very strong. It was really uncertain who would win.

The shadow of the sword and the light of the sword are reflected in the pupil.

The blue bricks on the arena exploded one after another, and the ones split by the saber and sword aura were covered with cracks. The dark clouds seemed to be rolled, torn, and cut apart by the momentum of the battle.

finally……

The hustle and bustle is over.

On the ring, Wei Sheng's upper body was shattered, and a long black knife was stuck in the pitted ring.

He sat cross-legged, panting heavily, his body covered with sword marks.

"I lost."

Wei Sheng touched the back of his head and said.

Jiang Linglong was still wearing a veil, but a corner of the veil was cut off and landed lightly, she nodded slightly.

"Concession."

Click!

The nameplates collided, and Wei Sheng's nameplate was smashed into cracks by Jiang Linglong's nameplate.

When the two walked off the ring, a craftsman who was responsible for repairing the ring replaced the blue bricks on the ring.

With the end of this battle, the situation has become clearer.

In the next battle, there is no need to match, everyone can guess the two sides.

Because the only ones who still maintained a record of victory, apart from Jiang Linglong, who had advanced to the final champion contest, were Fang Lang and Ximen Xianxian.

in the void.

When the last two intact nameplates collide together.

The chief eunuch announced the list of the final competition as usual.

"The next match, Ximen Xianxian of Chang'an Academy will fight against Fang Lang of Luojiang Academy."

The winner of the two will compete with Jiang Linglong for the number one spot, and the loser will compete with Wei Sheng for the top spot.

Therefore, the attention of this battle was no less than the battle between Jiang Linglong and Wei Sheng. Lu Taixuan, who had napped all night, even woke up a little, and glanced at the ring.

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...

Dark clouds drifted, covering Qiuyue.

The arena was a bit dark, and there was a chilly wind blowing in, rolling the fine gravel on the arena.

Fang Lang and Ximen Xianxian stood at both ends of the ring and bowed.

Ximen Xianxian is very serious. In private, he can ask Fang Lang to go to the Jiaofang Division to find flowers and ask willows, but in the ring, he must fight with all his strength.

He wanted to win, and he wanted to win well. Only in this way could he live up to the expectations of the First Prince.

He never underestimated Fang Lang. Although Fang Lang's apparent strength showed that he was only a sixth-level swordsman, Fang Lang's cultivation in martial arts and martial arts had reached the second rank.

It is very rare to see students who are fellow practitioners of the Three Paths.

The help provided by the practitioners and martial artists is enough to make up for the gap in Fang Lang's realm. Ximen Xianxian can regard Fang Lang as a nine-level swordsman.

It is even more difficult than the traditional nine-level swordsman. The swordsman can only know the sword, and Fang Lang knows... not only the sword.

This son's battle is notoriously gimmicky!

"when--"

The gong sounded as the battle began.

Fang Lang's eyes drooped slightly, but he didn't do anything immediately. At this moment, he was checking the system information.

"Ding! The bonded object Ni Wen's data has been updated."

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Fetters: Ni Wen

Age: 15

Cultivation level: 2nd-stage sorcerer (second rank of surgery repair)

Root bone: 80 (gold)

Practice speed: 15 low-grade spirit crystals/hour

Bloodline Talent: Ling Tong

...

Looking at the updated Ni Wen's bond information, Fang Lang couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Ni Wen activated the blood, and the root bone mutated directly from the yellow product to the gold product. However, Wen Ting once said that the root bone mutation due to the blood is a normal mutation.

What shocked Fang Lang the most was actually the column of blood talent.

With a thought, Fang Lang explored the introduction of [Lingtong].

"[Ling Tong]: The unique blood talent of the Tang royal family, due to the thin concentration of blood, only the two passives of the 'Spiritual Pupil' state can be activated for the time being, one, you can get the effect of 'Stacking Spirits', which can be used in spells and enhancements Second, you can obtain the effect of 'spiritual explosion', and the total amount of spiritual thoughts will be increased to ten times the basic amount within a quarter of an hour."

"Ding, friendly reminder: Exercising the blood talent will consume a lot of energy from the host, please use it sparingly."

Fang Lang took a breath.

Awesome!

Xiao Wenzi is amazing, she has a thin royal blood, that is also the royal blood!

The man who abandoned Ni Wen's mother and daughter... who the hell?

Fang Lang frowned slightly. If it was the royal family, then the problem here might be even more serious.

What would she do if that man came to look for Ni Wen to recognize his relative?

Fang Lang shook his head, not thinking about it. At least, the awakening of blood talent was a good thing for this stubborn girl.

"Ding! The dream mission is triggered."

"Defeating Ximen Xianxian became the obsession of the bonded object Ni Wen before her defeat. Defeating Ximen Xianxian and convincing her, and realizing the dream of the bonded object Ni Wen will be rewarded [Ximen Xianxian's noble spirit] (Note: The amount of awe-inspiring energy is related to how convinced Ximen Xianxian is."

Um?

The task is triggered.

Under the champion task, there is another small task.

Defeating Ximen Xianxian, if you want to convince him, can you get his awe-inspiring spirit?

Fang Lang smacked his mouth, this system... I like it.

This is treating Ximen Xianxian as a pure tool man. Ximen Xianxian has cultivated the arrogance for so many years. Could it be that it is for Fang Lang to pick peaches at this moment?

Accept this task!

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...

On the ring, Fang Lang suddenly opened his eyes, the eyes gleaming, very sharp.

In the distance, Ximen Xianxian only felt his mind concentrated, as if he was being targeted by some hungry wolf, and his face suddenly became serious.

Push forward with one palm, grasp behind with the other, shake Kunlun with one hand.

There is a puff of energy in his body, which rises suddenly, and seems to turn into a white dragon, sweeping around his body, as if illuminating the night.

Regarding Fang Lang, Ximen Xianxian didn't dare to be careless in the slightest, and released all his arrogance as soon as he made a move.

"Brother Lang, please."

Dark clouds are overwhelming, and the mountains and rain are about to come.

There was a sudden sense of constriction between the heaven and the earth, oppressing everyone's hearts.

Fang Lang didn't draw his sword, but stepped down with one step. His figure shot out like an arrow in an instant, and the sleeves of his blue shirt whipped the void.

He leaped, and air flow rose up all over his body.

There was a flash of light from the red space ring between his fingers, and the flying sword of flowing fire suddenly appeared. Fang Lang stepped on the flying sword, as if stepping into the air and going straight to the sky.

Ximen Xianxian's eyes froze, what did Fang Lang want to do?

Fang Lang silently switched the state of the four fetters.

Raise your hand.

hum...

An ice bow emerged.

He was held in Fang Lang's hand.

Technique · Ice Bow, specialization of the sorcerer.

The aura on Fang Lang's body began to soar, and as the state of the four fetters was opened, the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth was absorbed into the body faintly.

Fang Lang stepped on the flying fire sword and kept approaching.

Ximen Xianxian frowned, raised his hand and pressed, the white python entrenched, and stopped Fang Lang's advancing figure while roaring.

The distance of nine feet is the shortest distance Fang Lang can get close to Ximen Xianxian.

"Lingtong!"

Fang Lang said lightly.

The next moment, in the depths of his pupils, there seemed to be a faint golden light flashing past.

Die Ling!

Blast!

In an instant, Fang Lang felt that the spirit of his third-level magician had skyrocketed at this moment, directly skyrocketing tenfold!

On the ice bow, an arrow made of ice crystals took shape, and Fang Lang suppressed spiritual thoughts one after another.

call out!

Fang Lang let go of his hand, and the ice bow instantly tore through the night like a silver beam, and shot towards Ximen Xianxian who was entrenched by the white python.

This feeling!

Ximen Xianxian's eyes shrank, and it wasn't just him. In front of the Taiji Palace, the First Prince's face froze. This strange feeling...

He turned his head to look at Taiji Palace, as if he was asking for instructions.

However, the Tai Chi Palace was profound and there was no movement. The First Prince let out a long breath, it seemed that he had misperceived it.

And up and down the ring.

Ximen Xianxian suddenly raised his hand, and when he pressed down, there was a wind and thunder on the ground, and a tornado rose from the ground, smashing the ice arrow!

At the same time, Ximen Xianxian Confucian shirt Lie Lie habitually recited poems in battle.

"Falling trees are rustling, waves are rising, rivers are surging..."

However, he just read a line of poetry.

Fang Lang, who was stepping on the fiery red Flowing Fire Flying Sword, narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to interrupt.

"The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the ape screams and mourns, and the white bird flies back to Zhuqingsha."

"Boundless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in!"

...

Fang Lang opened his mouth and recited a poem in succession.

The half-sentence of Ximen Xianxian's unspoken poem was suddenly stuck, and the artistic conception of the poems Fang Lang recited hit him, making the second half of the sentence in his mind difficult to deliver...

And all he could think of was the overwhelmed artistic conception of Fang Lang's poems.

Fang Lang took advantage of this time to control the flying sword and approached two feet.

Hold the ice bow high, step on the flying sword, bend the ice bow!

Arrow after arrow, shot Ximen Xianxian's tornado all over his body!

Ximen Xianxian came back to his senses, and hurried to attack, the tornado started again.

Ximen Xianxian gritted his teeth and recited the poem again: "Life is sad and joyful, but it is rare to be complacent..."

Start with herringbone?

Fang Lang raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth.

"To be happy in life is to have fun, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon!"

"I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone."

Ximen Xianxian: "..."

After thinking about it carefully, you almost want to vomit blood, but you have finished reading!

grass!

This poem is incomplete!

Boom!

The entrenched arrogance seemed to be shaken, Fang Lang took the opportunity to advance another three feet, and Die Ling shot another arrow to break the tornado!

Ximen Xianxian hurriedly raised his hand, a tornado came out again, blocking the next arrow!

Ximen Xianxian's face was pale, he didn't believe in evil, he gritted his teeth and recited again.

"The world is boundless, I want to be immortal..."

The beginning of heaven and earth?

Fight again!

Fang Lang stood with the flying sword, drew his bow and pointed at Ximen Xianxian, with a solemn face, and spoke loudly.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed with manifolds."

"The lower part is Heyue, and the upper part is the sun star!"

When Ximen Xianxian heard the words, he was struck by lightning!

This poem... this poem!

Haoran Qi is like a turbulent current!

And Fang Lang stepped on the flying sword and broke three feet in a row again!

It was only ten feet away from Ximen Xianxian.

The entire square was silent and eerie.

Above the arena, the white python soared into the sky, and the majestic dragon swept up the storm.

It was supposed to be a fight between dragons and tigers, but it turned into a fight of poetry!

Ximen Xianxian opened his mouth to read a poem, and Fang Lang also opened his mouth and responded with a poem.

The three poems actually left Chang'an romantic and talented Ximen Xianxian speechless and lost his mind!

But on the ring, Fang Lang jumped down from the flying sword.

When Fang Lang fell, he was only an inch away from Ximen Xianxian's body.

With the green shirt flying, Fang Lang raised his hand, with his thumb touching his middle finger, like a Buddha smiling and holding a flower, hanging between Ximen Xianxian's eyebrows.

"Mochou has no confidant in the future, and no one in the world knows the king."

Fang Lang smiled warmly, and finally recited, ending.

Ximen Xianxian's eyes were blank, chewing the last line of the poem that Fang Lang read.

Then, his eyes fell on Fang Lang.

This son... is it a monster?

Boom!

The flick of the finger sword wave erupted.

With blood flying, Ximen Xianxian instantly turned his head back, and his whole body turned into an off-string arrow, which bounced out of the ring.

Ximen admired the immortals and lost.

The dark clouds that covered the autumn rain were blown away, and the moon was shining.

Fang Lang stood forging a sword on the ring and looked at Jiang Linglong in the preparation area.

The moonlight shines down, and he smiles warmly, just like in the Qianfei Pavilion, the time overlaps, and the young man looks at it.

next.

Old Jiang, it's your turn.

PS: This chapter is not short, ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a recommendation ticket! There are more nights!