Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Regarding Zhao Wou-ki's identity, Fang Lang actually had some guesses. After all, although Zhao Wou-ki looked simple and honest, the coercion that spread from his body from time to time still made Fang Lang very soberly aware that Zhao Wou-ki's cultivation was definitely not enough. weak.

Therefore, Zao Wou-ki's ability to express such admiration to the mysterious lady in Chunyun Zhai is enough to show the excellence of that mysterious lady.

Although Zhao Wuji is simple and honest, he still smells something unusual from Fang Lang's smile. This kid's smile... is tricky!

Therefore, Zhao Wuji became vigilant.

In the end, Fang Lang still couldn't step into Chunyunzhai, Zhao Wuji didn't let him in, and the branch master of Qianfei Pavilion also blocked him with a smile on his face.

Although Fang Lang really wanted to get to know the mysterious lady who came down from the imperial capital in Chunyunzhai with sincere enthusiasm.

But a door of Chunyunzhai blocked Fang Lang.

Let Fang Lang understand that this door is like a moat, separating the two worlds.

The gap between classes, heaven and earth.

At least Fang Lang understands that he is not yet qualified to enter the other party's vision.

The eagerness in Fang Lang's heart gradually calmed down, and his bright smile gradually subsided, with the corners of his mouth kept upturned.

This encounter, like a basin of cold water, cooled his enthusiasm for getting the system.

However, Fang Lang didn't care too much, he still needs time to grow up, and he believed that he would grow up eventually.

"Thank you for your help today, miss. I will keep this kindness in my heart."

"Wave in the bottom, you will always find the way, the waves wandering in the rivers and lakes."

Fang Lang moved in the direction of Chunyunzhai, shook his sleeves lightly, cupped his hands, and said.

The body stands straight, the spine is as firm as frost grass, neither humble nor overbearing.

Zao Wou-ki and Pavilion Master Xiao didn't say anything, but they could feel the youthful vitality rising from the young man.

Inside Chunyunzhai.

The girl Jiang Linglong's green fingers gently rubbed the ten thousand gold space ring on her finger.

Hearing the young man's words from outside the door, his red lips were slightly raised.

"It's a small matter, don't worry about it, see you by fate."

Jiang Linglong said.

After all, she still didn't announce her name.

She just appreciates the ten-year-long practice of swordsmanship as a teenager, which is something she may not be able to persevere.

Outside the door, Fang Lang glanced at the door covered by Zhao Wou-ki's broad-minded and fat body, and vaguely saw a pair of beautiful eyes, as deep as an abyss.

Behind Fang Lang, Yang Zhengyi and Ni Wen held their breaths, not daring to pant.

The other party didn't report his name, and Fang Lang didn't force it.

Fang Lang smiled and turned around, Yang Zhengyi and Ni Wen followed.

The setting sun is like blood, smearing the sky with hazy clouds.

The three of them walked out of Qianfei Pavilion, and Yang Zhengyi made a "click", and slammed the pinch of bangs on his forehead, gasping for breath.

"The prodigal son... so depressing! Who the hell is in Chunyunzhai? There are so many cards, and the sub-chamber masters of Qianfei Pavilion are actually covering him!"

Yang Zhengyi seemed to be venting the depression in his heart, let go of the chatterbox, chattered, and kept asking.

Ni Wen lowered her head and timidly followed behind the two.

With a smile on his face, Fang Lang walked steadily on the long street.

Finally, when they reached the corner of the street, Ni Wen said goodbye to Fang Lang. She timidly stretched out her hand from the sleeve of her thick green shirt, waved it, lowered her head, and said "see you tomorrow" in an imperceptible way, and then "Deng Deng Deng" trotted and disappeared in the corner of the street. That direction was a dark corner under the prosperity of Luojiang City.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone down, seeming to add a little shyness to the girl.

...

The lights are on.

Fang Lang returned to Fangfu.

Because Fang Lang came back late, Lao Fang went to the Jiaofang Division again, and Fang Lang still missed him after all.

After eating the dinner prepared by the maid, Fang Lang strolled in the courtyard, the sky was filled with starlight, reflected in the water pavilion pond in the atrium.

Fang Lang stretched, but he still had some regrets in his heart.

Going shopping with Ni Wen doesn't count as an in-depth communication related to spiritual practice? !

Sure enough, the system does not allow any loopholes to be exploited.

"The practice funds have been distributed to the host space accessories, please pay attention to check."

A system prompt pops up.

Fang Lang narrowed his eyes.

The spirit bound to the space ring on the index finger trembled slightly, and a voice rang out.

"Your interspatial ring contains 5,000 Great Tang gold coins and 50 low-grade spirit crystals."

This is not the prompt sound of the system, but the sound from the space ring.

Fang Lang stroked the space ring and smiled.

With a flick of his mind, he floated into a space of about five cubic meters, where five thousand gold coins and fifty low-grade spirit crystals were placed.

This is the training fund after the system upgrade.

Fang Lang exited the space ring, and there was a black egg floating in front of him.

This is the black reward egg in the system props bar, which is the reward after completing the task.

Fang Lang was a little curious. In the past, rewards were issued directly, but now this is the way.

"This egg... how to use it?"

Fang Lang asked.

"Ding, this is the reward egg. The reward egg is divided into six levels: black, blue, silver, gold, diamond, and colorful. Please smash it hard to get the reward in the reward egg."

The system explained for Fang Lang.

Fang Lang's eyes lit up, is this the feeling of the lottery?

It's quite like throwing a golden egg in a lottery in a previous life.

Raising his hand, a golden hammer naturally appeared in his hand. With a grin, he smashed it down towards the black reward egg with some anticipation.

"Snapped!"

The eggshell shattered, and light began to emerge from it.

The broken eggshells gradually turned into phantoms and dissipated.

"Congratulations to the host for receiving the reward [Professional Flying Sword Control Technology] and supporting [Sword Control Order]."

"The acquisition of [Yujian Token] is legal, reasonable and effective. The name of the host is registered in the register, and it does not violate the laws of the Tang Dynasty. Please rest assured to use it."

After smashing the reward egg, the reward that jumped into his eyes made Fang Lang's eyes bright.

This is a token the size of a palm, engraved with a magic array, this magic array is used to activate the formation in the flying sword, only in this way can the flying sword be activated, and the sword will control the sky.

The specialized level of flying sword control technology poured into Fang Lang's spirit through memory and muscle transmission.

Just like learning how to draw a sword before, Fang Lang soon felt as if he had become an old driver.

In my memory, I used to fly a flying sword soaring above the sky.

Through memory, Fang Lang also understands that if he can pass the [Reign of the Sword], even a swordsman will have the qualification to fly to the sky with the sword.

Because, with the development of practice, the practitioners have developed a magic array and engraved it in the flying sword, making the flying sword a means of transportation. And with enough spirit crystals, one can easily control the flying sword to soar into the sky.

The speed is faster than the flying of the powerful sword repairing Yujian, so it gradually became popular in the Tang Dynasty and became the standard travel equipment for practitioners.

Fang Lang understood after a simple comparison that the flying sword in the Tang Dynasty was similar to the car in the previous life, and it was regarded as a means of transportation.

Smacking his mouth, although Fang Lang was excited, he was a little regretful.

After all, he doesn't have his own flying sword, and now this skill and the reward of [Token of Yu Jian] seem a bit tasteless.

Moreover, this reward does not help him in his scientific examination, after all, the scientific examination does not test Biaojian's level.

It's better to have a few more booster cards.

So, there are still some disappointments.

After taking a walk in the courtyard, Fang Lang returned to his house, planning to start practicing.

Although he got the system, Fang Lang understood that he only had the hope of becoming stronger, and even worked harder than his previous practice.

There is an extra vacancy in the binding object bar.

This means that Fang Lang can bind the second genius. However, there is no target for the time being, so Fang Lang is not in a hurry to bind.

Fang Lang thought of the mysterious girl in the Qianfei Pavilion Chunyunzhai. According to Zhao Wuji's description, Fang Lang wanted to reserve the next spot for her, even though he didn't know her name yet.

On the table in the room, there are ten low-grade spirit crystals, which were prepared by Lao Fang for Fang Lang.

Fang Lang's heart warmed, and he put away the ten spirit crystals.

"End the practice early, and I have to go to the teaching building tomorrow to find out what Wen Jiaoxi said about the 'Sword Asking Conference'."

Fang Lang let out a foul breath.

Empty your mind and sink your mind.

"Switch the practice state of the bonded object." Fang Lang said.

"Ding, the switch was successful, I wish you a happy practice."

A system prompt popped up, and soon fell silent.

Fang Lang took out the spiritual crystals in the training funds provided by the system from the space ring and started refining.

boom!

Fang Lang felt the aura in the spirit crystal, and it began to slowly surge into the meridians.

The night is getting darker.

The waning moon is like a hook.

Fang Beihe returned to Fangfu from Jiaofangsi, smelling of alcohol, passed by the small courtyard where Fang Lang was, and looked at Fang Lang who was practicing hard with the flickering lights in Fang Lang's room.

What is the purpose of his hard work in business and entertainment?

Isn't it to give Fang Lang, who has no talent for cultivation, a future, a future that can still be stable after failing the scientific examination.

Who doesn't wish their son Jackie Chan?

Under the moonlight, Fang Beihe was leaning against the courtyard wall, smelling of alcohol all over his body, with a gratified smile on his face.