Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Fang Lang bypassed the name list on the fifth floor, as if he had bypassed a bush of flowers without touching his body.

Although the pressure was still there, Fang Lang was not unable to move forward. He walked with difficulty, as if his whole body was filled with lead.

Go over the fifth floor and step onto the sixth floor.

The moment Fang Lang set foot on the sixth floor, a majestic aura burst out from the tower base made of top-quality spirit stones on the top of the tower, like a beam of light hitting Fang Lang's body, and diffused into his limbs and bones. Rush into his dantian cyclone!

This aura is extremely pure and easy to absorb!

In the dantian cyclone, a lot of spiritual energy began to transform into sword energy. Fang Lang had just broken through to the level of a sword master, and began to stabilize and slowly climbed up!

[Current aura absorption: 1200 (low-grade spirit crystal)]

Fang Lang stood in the stairwell from the fifth floor to the sixth floor, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Take a deep breath!

Good guy!

This wave of spirit energy consists of nearly 400 low-grade spirit crystals!

It's so cool to fly!

It's no wonder that so many geniuses have to leave their names on the higher floors. How much aura you have to get for each floor!

Fang Lang suddenly gained motivation.

With belief stimulation and material stimulation, what qualifications does he have not to work hard to climb up? !

Boom!

The moment he set foot on the sixth floor, Fang Lang seemed to be one step closer to the majestic phantom sitting on the dragon chair. In the next moment, there was a majestic coercion, and he fell from the phantom And down.

Fang Lang only felt that his waist was being heavily suppressed, and his spine seemed to be crushed when he straightened up!

However, the aura that Fang Lang had just absorbed was at this moment, as if it was boiling in his body, and was quickly absorbed by the flesh and blood. The speed at which the aura in the dantian transformed into sword energy became faster and faster!

Fang Lang's cultivation realm is heading towards the second-tier sword master!

This made Fang Lang very happy.

This can save a lot of hard work, perhaps, before the start of the scientific examination, he can catch up with the cultivation base of many geniuses!

As for catching up with Old Jiang, Fang Lang didn't dare to think about it.

Eighth-dan sword master, it's too difficult.

On the sixth floor, Fang Lang was drenched in sweat, and his pace became very slow. Sometimes it took a quarter of an hour to take a step with difficulty.

However, Fang Lang calmed down, he couldn't be in a hurry, he might be bounced away if he was in a hurry.

Spirituality is running at a high load.

Fang Lang gritted his teeth, maintaining the state of three fetters, Jiang Linglong, Ni Wen, and Liu Bubai's phantoms all appeared, by his side, accompanying him on the journey together!

At this moment, the root of the switch is frantically pulling the aura, while Fang Lang's aura and body are quietly transforming while bearing the pressure brought by the emperor's aura of aura!

The phantom is high above, sitting on the golden dragon chair, his eyes are like stars in the sky, huge and incomparable, overlooking the difficult progress below, like Fang Lang climbing one mountain after another.

Vaguely, the expression in these eyes seemed to fluctuate slightly.

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Outside the Yunling Pagoda.

The two officials from the Ministry of Rituals looked at Fang Lang who stepped into the sixth floor, with strange expressions on their faces.

Especially the official who repeatedly bet that Fang Lang would not be able to climb to the sixth floor looked even more embarrassed.

Wen Jiaoxi and Dean Cui smiled. At least, Fang Lang didn't embarrass Luojiang Academy too much.

The official took a deep breath: "This kid... has made a lot of money!"

"Drawing out His Majesty's spirit test, and carrying His Majesty's spirit to step on the sixth floor, the spirit reward he got on the fifth floor is probably very rich! It is the highest quality spirit reward in the Yunling Pagoda. This kind of spiritual energy has been purified through multiple procedures, without impurities and side effects, and can speed up the process of spiritual energy turning into sword energy, which is a real opportunity!"

Professor Wen and Dean Cui smiled even wider.

Although they were not the ones who plucked the wool, seeing their students plucking the wool made me feel just as happy!

The two officials from the Ministry of Rituals had slightly ugly expressions on their faces.

The main reason is... Fang Lang sucked too much!

The spirit crystals in the Yunling Pagoda are all provided by the Ministry of Rites, but the spirit crystals given by the Ministry of Rites have a certain quota, and they may have to pay for the excess, which makes them feel distressed.

And Fang Lang continued to move forward. Is this going to rush to the seventh floor? !

"Impossible, he can't do it!"

The official from the Ministry of Rites who was slapped in the face clenched his fists and murmured in a low voice.

Wen Jiaoxi poked his head over and said, "Would you like...a bet?"

The official's face froze.

He snorted coldly, turned his head away, and ignored it.

What a bet!

He didn't know he was betting, he was betting secretly in his heart!

Anyway, he didn't believe that Fang Lang could climb to the seventh floor!

Time is like sand between fingers, passing unconsciously, day and night cycle.

In the blink of an eye, the two days were coming to an end.

On the sixth floor, Fang Lang was still moving at a tortoise's speed, stopping after walking a few steps as if he was contemplating enlightenment.

And just like that, unknowingly, on the evening of the second day, the sun was setting and the sky was filled with colorful clouds. Fang Lang was rubbing and rubbing, and slowly rubbed to the place where the name was left on the sixth floor.

The official of the Ministry of Rites, who was betting silently in his heart, suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

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Yunling Pagoda, the sixth floor.

Fang Lang stood at the entrance of the corridor from the sixth floor to the seventh floor, staring at the deep stairs leading to the seventh floor, and then glanced at the name list on the sixth floor.

There are dozens of names on the name list on the sixth floor.

Fang Lang was amazed in his heart, he knew deeply how hard it was to walk here with a ray of spiritual pressure from the emperor!

If Fang Lang hadn't continued to activate the state of three bonds, Fang Lang wouldn't even be able to go up to the sixth floor.

However, there are so many geniuses who left their names on the sixth floor!

How can they be so good!

Fang Lang glanced at it.

"Nanyuan Academy, Luo Qiuqiu, leave your name here~^0^~"

"Donglu Academy, Lin Yun, leave your name."

"Beijiang Academy, Song Qingyun, leave his name here."

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Fang Lang couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He didn't expect that after sweeping, he would see a familiar name.

Lin Yun, who was already completely cold, and Song Qingyun, the neighbor who had previously asked for the Sword Competition.

So, they are all so evil? !

Fang Lang suddenly felt that he was out of tune with them because he was not talented enough!

Originally, he planned to leave his name on the name list on the sixth floor, but now he saw that Lin Yun, who was stabbed to death by him, also left his name here.

Fang Lang immediately dismissed his thoughts.

"No, it's unlucky to leave your name on the sixth floor and hang it with Lin Yun's name! Go to the seventh floor! Be sure to go to the seventh floor!"

The inexplicable obsession made Fang Lang grit his teeth and head towards the seventh floor!

The spiritual thoughts were almost crushed, and the skin all over his body was blood red!

Boom!

The soles of the feet trembled and fell with difficulty, splashing sweat stains.

Fang Lang finally set foot on the seventh floor. In an instant, the majestic spiritual benefits came again, and Fang Lang only felt that his whole body seemed to have been sublimated.

boom!

Another large wave of aura was brought in, and the cyclone in Fang Lang's dantian intensified. Within the cyclone, about 10% of the aura was completely transformed into sword energy!

Two-stage swordsman!

Not only that, Fang Lang felt his body trembling, and every cell was roaring!

The physical body is about to break through the martial artist!

With the breakthrough in cultivation, Fang Lang felt that the oppression brought by the phantom of the emperor had weakened again, but the weakness was not obvious.

But this was enough for Fang Lang to rush out a few steps on the seventh floor.

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Luojiang Academy, martial arts arena.

There was a dead silence, and the setting sun was like fire, burning with loneliness.

The two officials from the Ministry of Rituals breathed short of breath and were silent, especially the one who was studded in his heart. He had already vowed secretly that from now on, he would really quit gambling.

Suddenly, the eyes of another official fluctuated slightly: "Two days are up, we should let these students out of the tower."

The eyes of the gambler official from the Ministry of Rites lit up.

"I go!"

he shouted happily.

Then, place a bet on Mad Stud in your mind.

Although he admits that Fang Lang is really good!

But he still bet that Fang Lang would not be able to make a name on the list on the seventh floor!

He still can't believe it!

How did he lose this time? !

Because, there is no time for Fang Lang to grind slowly!

Wen Jiaoxi and Dean Cui looked at Fang Lang who was on the seventh floor, only a few steps away from the list of names on the seventh floor, with regrets on their faces.

Pity.

The official of the Ministry of Rites pinched the talisman in his hand, and his official robes fluttered. He stepped out in one step and floated towards the entrance of the Yunling Pagoda.

He eagerly stretched out his hand, intending to push open the tower door.

However, the moment his finger just touched the tower gate.

Inside the Yunling Pagoda.

Suddenly there was an incomparably majestic sound, as if it came from the sound of nine heavens falling, and exploded in his ears.

"Back off!"

This gambler official from the Ministry of Rites is dumbfounded!

puff!

Blood spurted from the nostrils, and he stepped back a few steps in a row, terrified, folded his hands to his forehead, and knelt down on the ground.

Voices are trembling:

"My minister...obey the order."

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Fang Lang felt a little dizzy in front of his eyes, and the top of the mountain was in front of him. He lifted his lead-filled legs and moved with difficulty, trying to cross the peak and enjoy the scenery he had never seen before.

I don't know how long it took, countless sweat soaked his green shirt.

With trembling hands, he held the ink-soaked brush next to the name list on the seventh floor.

It seemed as if he raised his hand and took off the stars in the sky.

The pen fell into a storm.

Fang Lang, come here for a swim.

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Inside the Yunling Pagoda.

fourth floor.

Liu Bubai, Ni Wen, and several talented students who were in the top ten of Luojiang Academy's gold list did not continue to practice. They gathered together and looked at the entrance of the fifth floor with strange expressions on their faces.

"How long?"

Liu Bubai said: "Two days."

"Why hasn't the prodigal son been photographed yet?"

That's right, he, Liu Bubai, was photographed by Chao Xiaojian's spiritual thoughts.

"Could it be...he is still going upstairs?"

Ni Wen bit her lip and said.

But is this too long? Under the oppression of the spiritual thoughts of those other existences, Fang Lang's spiritual thoughts that have not rested for two consecutive days... Will it collapse?

Ni Wen didn't understand why Fang Lang was more persistent than her common genius.

In the distance, a few gifted students squinted their eyes and said, "It's been two days, which floor did Fang Lang climb to?"

One even said sourly: "Maybe he deliberately stayed on the fifth floor and didn't want to come down."

"Unfortunately, shameless Lai is useless for a long time. He can't be named on the list, but he won't get any rewards."

"If you wait too long, it will only increase the number of jokes."

However, this person just finished speaking.

The entire Yunling Pagoda trembled slightly, and in an instant, an extremely majestic voice began to sway down from the top of the tower.

Vigorously, like a drum at dusk and a bell at dawn, it announces to the whole world.

"In the 276th year of the Tang Dynasty, Fang Lang of Luojiang Academy left his name on the seventh floor with Tianwei, and came here for a visit."

"Two hundred years, alone."

"Congratulations on this move."

The voice was resounding and brilliant, spreading throughout the martial arts arena, academy, and even... Luojiang City!

Instantly.

Inside the tower, outside the tower.

Everyone was silent.

The world is dead silent.

Only the colorful clouds in the sky are left in the silence, and the clouds roll and the clouds relax.

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