Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

The majestic night rain clattered down on the carriage, splashing misty mist.

Occasionally there is wind, and when the curtain is lifted, only two figures sitting opposite each other can be seen in the compartment, occasionally with a green shirt and a white beard.

The copper bell hanging on the carriage shook more and more violently, making a crisp sound.

Covered the sound of wind and rain.

Ten feet away, neither far nor near.

The burly figure was coughing up blood, looking at the carriage in the distance, his hairs stood on end.

He clutched his wound, and was drenched by the rain, but the sword cultivator of the fourth-grade sword conception had fallen into such a miserable state.

Zhao Wuji's sudden return caught him off guard.

For Fang Lang, Jiang Linglong actually asked Zhao Wuji, one of the Jiang family's five tigers, to come back in person!

Sure enough, the relationship between Fang Lang and the Jiang family... is too deep!

The burly figure turned his head, and he could feel the boiling blood from behind him like a scorching sun!

That is the fifth rank of Wufu, the terrifying breath of refining Qi and turning into a god!

At this moment, he scolded the dead Lin Yun many times in his heart. The fifth-level sword master was actually killed by a swordsman named Fang Lang.

If Lin Yun did not die, with Lin Yun's status and the third prince behind him, all parties would still be afraid.

But once Lin Yun died, he would never be able to leave Luojiang City.

"Ahem..."

"The main purpose of you coming to Luojiang City should be to find the old man, right? But why bother with a child?"

"He's just an ordinary child, and has nothing to do with the Jiang family..."

"You say yes, Jiang Nizi?"

A hoarse and old voice came from the carriage.

The burly figure was shaken all over.

The next moment, he looked at the carriage in disbelief. A corner of the curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing an old face. Opposite the old man, there was a graceful girl wearing a veil and her eyes were like stars.

The dean of Luojiang Academy, Cui Cheng!

And... the charming daughter of the Jiang family, Jiang Linglong!

"Grandpa Cui, please."

Jiang Linglong's light voice sounded, with indifference, deciding the life of the burly figure.

The burly figure's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly understood.

The proud daughter of the Jiang family came to Luojiang City for Cui Cheng, not for Fang Lang at all!

Fang Lang... Maybe it really has nothing to do with the Jiang family!

This trial led to Lin Yun's death in Fang Lang's hands, which is extremely sad!

However, there is no regret medicine in the world!

Without hesitation, the burly figure took out a few fine steel swords from the space ring, threw them out like a rainbow, and shot at the carriage.

And his body took the opportunity to light up a few falling raindrops like a swallow, using his strength to fly, smashing the rain curtain, and flew towards the houses on the side of the main street, trying to escape by stepping on the roof.

In the carriage, the old man stretched out his hand like the old root of coptis, and tapped it lightly.

A circle of tyrannical spiritual thoughts spread, as if distorting the entire world.

The burly figure who had just jumped up the roof froze suddenly.

Between heaven and earth, there seems to be no rain.

No, every drop of rain froze and suspended in the air, and his body also froze, as if turning into an ice sculpture, as if frozen forever.

"well."

"Why bully a child?"

A faint sigh, long and deep.

In the eyes of the burly figure, every drop of suspended rainwater freezes like ice crystals, and elongates into thin needles like ice crystals.

Puff puff!

Countless raindrops turned into fine needles.

The soaring iron sword was pierced and burst, turning into iron powder.

Many black tiles on the roof have directly turned into tile powder.

And the burly figure couldn't even groan, so it was pierced into a pulp by countless rain needles.

clatter clatter...

The rain recovered again and turned into a thick bead curtain, washing every corner of the world.

"Jiang Nizi isn't going to see her?"

"No, seeing him may not be good for him."

"Hey, you came back from Chang'an Road to save him, but you didn't even see him. Young people's feelings are complicated and capricious..."

"Ah?! Grandpa Cui, Linglong couldn't understand what you said!"

"Old man... what you are talking about is your sincere friendship."

"oh."

Jingle, jingle...

The carriage turned around, the brass bells rang melodiously, and the voice gradually faded away in the rainy night, disappearing on the main road.

Zhao Wuji rushed over, only saw the bloody mud all over the ground, then turned his head to look in the direction the carriage was leaving, grinned, bowed and cupped his hands.

...

Shushan.

Jian Shuzong.

On the top of the vast mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist.

One person was lying on his side, pinching a blue and white wine glass, the wine in the glass was thick and swaying brightly.

Chao Xiaojian, with white hair and white clothes, closed his eyes and recited poems, with his chest open and belly exposed, lying on his side in the clouds, unrestrained and unrestrained.

Suddenly.

In the clouds, a sword qi surged like a thread, wrapping around his fingertips.

Sensing a little, Zhao Xiaojian slowly opened his eyes.

"I knew that something happened when Lian Shengjian was born."

"Senior Sect Leader has gone deep into the Yao Que, and there has been no news for more than ten years, leaving only a handful of lotus seeds. Many people in this world can't sit still..."

"Donglu Sword Master Nan Yehuo..."

"Oh, how brave."

He yawned, crushed the silk-wrapped sword energy, raised the blue and white porcelain wine glass in his hand towards Xiaojian, and poured it forward.

Still lying on his side, he stretched out his five fingers and grabbed suddenly.

The spilled wine solidified and turned into a translucent soft sword.

He flicked his fingers towards the little sword, and the soft little sword flew out immediately, falling high into the clouds.

The moment it fell below the clouds, suddenly...

The small transparent sword suddenly became firm, and shot out without a sound.

The speed was so fast that it seemed to cut a white line across the Tang Dynasty from west to east!

...

Donglu Academy.

Donglin Mountain, Feijian Peak.

A figure in a red shirt stands on the edge of a cliff with his eyebrows connected and his hands behind his back, feeling the vastness of the sea of ​​clouds.

Nan Yehuo opened his eyes, raised his head forty-five degrees, and looked at the boundless sea of ​​clouds beyond Feijian Peak.

Suddenly.

The sea of ​​clouds was torn apart, and a white line rolled and roared like a white snake in the sea of ​​clouds.

Nan Yehuo frowned slightly.

In the pupil, one can see a translucent sword roaring from the other side of the sea of ​​clouds.

Cut the world with one sword!

Nan Yehuo stretched out his hand to grab it, and countless clouds surged, turning into an incomparably huge cloud sword, and slashed towards the translucent sword that seemed to fly from the sky.

Pooh!

The cloud sword is gone.

Nan Yehuo stretched out his hand and held a small translucent sword, his eyebrows fluttering in the wind.

The little sword lost its sword intent, and finally...

Nourishing——

It turned into a wine sword, making his face smudged.

"Come to me if you have something to do, don't bully a child."

"You can't afford to offend Jianshu today, besides... I can't beat Emperor Tang, and I can't beat you?"

The arrogant voice contained in the wine gradually dissipated.

Only Nan Yehuo was left looking at the sea of ​​clouds, expressionless, with a drop of turbid wine dripping down from the tip of his eyebrows.

...

Chunmei Courtyard.

It's still raining.

Fang Lang sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

In the precarious pavilion.

Lao Fang finally left Miss Oiran behind, opened his umbrella, and ran towards Fang Lang quickly.

When Fang Lang saw the lively old Fang, the big stone in his heart fell to the ground, and he smiled.

Wen Jiaoxi walked over, with a constipated look on his face. He lived up to his previous chicness. The clothes on his chest were shredded by the ray of sword energy, revealing a lot of fair skin.

"Are you okay?"

Wen Jiaoxi first nodded towards Lao Fang, then looked at Fang Lang, and asked with a complicated expression.

Fang Lang waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

In fact, Fang Lang really had nothing to do except that he was a bit overdrawn when he performed the secret technique of sword lotus. He was fighting against Lin Yun from the beginning to the end.

"Hey, I can only say that you kid... met a woman who shouldn't have met, and you are destined to have this fate."

Wen Jiaoxi shook his head vicissitudes of life, as if he had come here.

Fang Lang: "..."

"Get up, go back and wash up, lie down on the bed and have a good sleep, and come to the academy to attend classes tomorrow."

Wen Jiaoxi held an umbrella and yawned, saying.

"Are you all right?"

"I killed people."

Fang Lang got up.

"It's a personal fight between practitioners. He has to blame himself, and the iron laws of the Tang Dynasty will not care about it."

"Besides, you have evidence."

Wen Jiaoxi glanced at the two Qianfei Pavilion martial artists who were probing their heads outside the courtyard.

"Don't worry, you will be fine in Luojiang City, unless one day, the Jiang family disappears, or the third prince Li Liancheng becomes the Emperor of Tang."

Wen Jiaoxi said.

"The situation of the Jiang family is a bit complicated. The matter of the Jiang family and the third prince, you can be regarded as being affected by Chi Yu, because you and the Jiang family are too close, alas, woman..."

"You don't need to know too much about the dignitaries in the imperial capital."

"You're just a child, a little person..."

"Anyway, as long as you know that in Luojiang, with the dean around, you will be fine before the scientific examination, even Donglu Sword Master will not mess with you."

"But if you fail in the scientific examination..."

When Wen Jiaoxi said this, he glanced at Fang Lang and said with a smile: "It's hard to say anything."

Fang Lang frowned suddenly.

Wen Jiaoxi patted Fang Lang's shoulder with deep meaning, and said, "So, you boy...don't hide it, show it when it's time to show it, and show your value in the scientific examination."

"Of course, if you can become the No. 1 scholar, Fang is the safest..."

"Under the limelight of the number one scholar, all problems are not problems."

Wen Jiaoxi smiled, wanting to be the number one scholar... that would be really difficult.

There are three thousand academies in the Tang Dynasty, and there are countless arrogance. Even Jiang Linglong may not be able to hit the top spot, right?

As for Fang Lang, he had everything in his dream.

So, I can only say hello.

Fang Lang listened to Wen Jiaoxi's words, quietly bathed in the rain around him, and fell into deep thought.

What Old Wen said makes sense.

"Is the champion..."

Fang Lang murmured, his eyes gradually became firm.

It seems that it's time to work hard.

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