Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

In the rainstorm, Jiang Linglong's voice was clear and sweet.

Overwhelming all the roar, it passed into Fang Lang's ears.

Rainstorm, girl, oil-paper umbrella...the three are like freehand paintings with splashed ink.

Fang Lang dropped his sword and laughed.

"Jiang Linglong..."

"The name sounds nice."

Fang Lang looked into the girl's star-like eyes and said softly.

From the Martial Arts Field of Luojiang Academy, to Chunyunzhai of Qianfei Pavilion, and now the first arena of Shushanxuan Group.

Fang Lang was finally qualified to know the girl's name.

He couldn't help himself from laughing.

Originally, Fang Lang planned to choose to bind this Lin Yun. Although he had turned against him, after all, Lin Yun's so-called disciple of Donglu Sword Master was definitely not weak in talent.

If he hadn't met himself, the cheater who directly obtained the Sword Master's specialization in swordsmanship, Lin Yun might even lead Donglu Academy to compete for the first place in the team competition.

As for Lin Yun being accepted as a disciple by the Juggernaut, his roots should not be too bad.

However, the unexpected joy was that he knew Jiang Linglong's real name.

Fang Lang didn't doubt the authenticity of the name, because at this time, there was no need to report a fake name.

This battle was tiring, but everything was worth it, Fang Lang only felt extremely refreshed in his heart.

Choose between Jiang Linglong and Lin Yun...

Is there still a choice?

Of course it's Jiang Linglong... Old Jiang is a fifteen-year-old sword master!

Gengu is absolutely terrifying!

And Lin Yun was already Fang Lang's defeated opponent...

The torrential rain was still falling, Fang Lang didn't insist, his hands were trembling, his tiger's mouth was cracked, and in the fight with Lin Yun, Fang Lang exhausted all his strength and was exhausted. Even, if Lin Yun hadn't underestimated the enemy at the beginning, Fang Lang wanted to win , very difficult.

Moreover, the pressure Lin Yun put on Fang Lang was also enormous.

This is the first time Fang Lang has encountered such a huge pressure in swordsmanship after he obtained the level of swordsmanship specialization!

If you continue to stand on the platform, you may lose to other participating students from Donglu Academy.

Old Jiang may have seen it, so he stepped into the ring.

Up and down the arena, there was a lot of noise, even overshadowing the roar of the rainstorm.

Fang Lang from Luojiang Academy won against Lin Yun. This is simply the biggest upset of this time in the sword competition!

A disciple of the Juggernaut, defeated in swordsmanship by an unknown student!

Who can imagine this?

There were uproars one after another, and discussions continued endlessly.

Fang Lang's double swords, drawn swords, and sword steps... made many college teachers take it seriously and treat it solemnly.

This is the academy's hole card figure!

Luojiang Academy has produced a real swordsmanship genius!

Even Luojiang Academy... has a chance to win this year!

For a moment, many people's eyes and eyes fell on Fang Lang who walked down the ring calmly.

Among the crowd, Song Qingyun from Beijiang Academy also looked at Fang Lang...

The meaning is unclear.

...

In the arena.

Jiang Linglong slowly drew out the fine steel sword, holding an oil-paper umbrella in one hand to block the pouring rain, while looking at the opponents of Donglu Academy calmly.

"Donglu Academy, Liu Xuan, a nine-level swordsman!"

The students of Donglu Academy spoke slowly, and the voice came from the sound of the rainstorm.

Jiang Linglong was holding the oil-paper umbrella, and the veil was gently swaying in the airflow caused by the falling rain, but she didn't respond to the other party at all.

This young girl is as cold as an iceberg that has been around for ten thousand years, and her body is written all over her body.

"Girl... Are you going to fight me with an umbrella?"

Liu Xuan's face was a bit cold and ugly, and he stared at Jiang Linglong through the rainstorm.

Isn't this too contemptuous?

Jiang Linglong didn't introduce himself, but he made it clear that he didn't take Liu Xuan seriously.

Although Liu Xuan is not as good as Lin Yun, he is not weak to represent Donglu Academy in the competition.

call out!

Lifting the fine steel sword, Liu Xuan stepped down with firm steps and extremely fast frequency.

On the rainwater arena, a series of bursting water splashes were stepped on, cut out of the sword light and the continuous rain curtain.

The strong sword energy set off an air current and stabbed towards Jiang Linglong's fair neck.

Jiang Linglong stared at Liu Xuan with star-like eyes.

An umbrella in one hand and a sword in the other.

The sword came out, and the rain spread, instantly like summer rain!

Liu Xuan only felt that his sword was mired in the mud, Jiang Linglong's sword energy was integrated into every drop of rainwater.

Pooh!

Liu Xuan ran, the water splash he stepped on became smaller and smaller, and finally... his body was stiff and silent.

The world is silent, only the sound of raindrops being cut silently.

next moment.

Liu Xuan stared in disbelief, knelt down on the ground trembling, dense sword marks on his body erupted, and countless blood gushed out from the wound.

The tip of Jiang Linglong's sword hangs down.

Still quietly holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Liu Xuan kneeling in front of her seemed to be kneeling a noble and proud queen.

"Next person."

Jiang Linglong's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and said lightly.

Up and down the arena, it was dead silent again.

turn out to be……

Luojiang Academy... more than one hole card.

...

Under the ring.

Wen Jiaoxi handed Fang Lang a pill, but Fang Lang hesitated.

"Don't worry, the healing elixir will not affect the evaluation of Datang's scientific examination."

Wen teaches and learns.

After that, Fang Lang didn't refuse any more. After swallowing the elixir, a cold feeling spread rapidly to the cracked tiger's mouth, and soon, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The effect of this healing medicine is surprisingly good.

Obviously, this healing elixir is expensive.

"This is the healing medicine refined by the medical warlocks of the 'Taihetang'. It works very well. It costs ten gold coins." Wen Jiaoxi laughed.

Fang Lang turned his head and glanced at Professor Wen.

"Don't worry, the college will reimburse you anyway, and it won't cost me." Professor Wen blinked his eyes.

Fang Lang also burst into laughter.

He... short of money?

What a pain in the ass.

"Liu Bubai has minor injuries. After swallowing the elixir, he will continue to live and breathe tomorrow, but his condition has declined a bit."

Wen Jiaoxi continued.

Afterwards, the two chatted for a while, and looked at Jiang Linglong's neat battle on the ring.

suddenly.

Wen Jiaoxi let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Practicing swords...have you suffered a lot?"

Fang Lang didn't know how to answer this sudden question for a while.

Could it be that he said that it wasn't bitter at all, and he just learned it after having an in-depth exchange with Xiao Wenzi?

Fang Lang naturally wouldn't answer like this.

"Hmm." Fang Lang tilted his head and nodded vaguely.

It's...very bitter.

This is a white lie.

Wen Jiaoxi laughed: "I knew...you are not bad, you have to endure hardships to be a master. Your roots may not be good, but at least your talent in swordsmanship is enough to make you surpass ordinary people, even if you are scientifically It doesn't matter if you fail the exam..."

"This time in the sword competition, you have shown your worth..."

"If my guess is correct, Jianshu should recruit you as a disciple of the outer sect in advance."

Wen Jiaoxi said.

Fang Lang couldn't help being startled when he heard the words, the torrential rain was pouring, and it slapped on the bluestone ground of Daping in Shushan, like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate, and like Fang Lang's sudden rapid heartbeat.

Wen Jiaoxi was a little emotional. Fang Lang was a salty fish. With Fang Lang's college entrance examination results, he might have no hope of entering Jianshu Sect.

Even if Fang Lang has reached the seventh-level swordsman today, it is still difficult to apply for the Jianshu Sect in a month.

Therefore, it was luck for Fang Lang to be recruited in advance, and it was also the reward for Fang Lang's hard work in practicing swords.

"Is it a foreign sect?"

Fang Lang murmured.

Wen Jiaoxi was taken aback suddenly, and looked at Fang Lang.

Fang Lang raised his head, and the rain dripped down the tips of his hair. The rain dripped down, clouding Fang Lang's vision.

Fang Lang chuckled as he watched Jiang Linglong, who walked down the ring proudly like a queen holding an oil-paper umbrella after easily defeating the third student from Donglu Academy on the ring.

Foreign sects, not enough.

"If I apply for the Jianshu exam, I don't want to just enter the outer sect, I want to obtain the qualifications of the sect...to enter the inner sect of Jianshu."

"I want... then I want the best."

Fang Lang's voice was very soft, but firm.

The torrential rain and thunder were still rumbling, but Wen Jiaoxi couldn't hear the slightest sound, only the young man's wild words that seemed out of reach.

Vaguely, Wen Ting seemed to see himself when he was young.

Young and frivolous.

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