Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

For Fang Lang, the latest equipment function that appeared in the system was a surprise.

With 100,000 system experience, in exchange for such a function, at least it is not a loss.

As Fang Lang said, he is now a second-level swordsman, and his martial arts level has also reached a first-level. Now that he has this equipment function, it can be regarded as making up for his gap in one of the skills.

Although it is not very helpful for the upcoming scientific examination, after all, people have to take a long-term view. The life of a practitioner is not only scientific examination.

"Ding! The root bone card is used up, and the root bone data has been modified, do you want to check it?"

After Fang Lang checked the equipment's functions, the system's prompt came again in his mind.

And as soon as the reminder fell, Fang Lang straightened his waist in an instant, and his eyes flashed with anticipation and excitement.

Is it finally done? !

But don't change it lower and lower, of course...he is just a white person, if he goes any lower...then he will be black.

With the urine of the system, it is impossible to humiliate him like this.

Fang Lang called up the system panel immediately, and locked his eyes on the root column.

【Root bone: 36 (white)】

[Modified root bone: 66 (purple)]

The smile on Fang Lang's face...disappeared bit by bit.

Not red, not yellow, not gold!

Purple pin bone? !

What the hell? !

Fanglang Academy has studied hard for three years, and has never heard of Zipin Gengu.

Is this system just kidding me? !

It's good for you to have a golden root bone. After all, he can have two-thirds of Jiang's cultivation speed without relying on the booster card. When the scientific research root bone is tested, it is enough to cover up everything, which is reasonable.

Now come to a purple product, why panic a lot.

Will they be caught and sliced ​​at that time? !

Fang Lang frowned, careless.

The sudden outburst of the system flashed to his waist.

what to do?

Fang Lang felt a little difficult, no, it should be that Zipin's roots had touched his blind spot of knowledge.

"Tomorrow, I will ask Wen Jiaoxi on the sidelines... Maybe he will know something."

Fang Lang took a deep breath, this bone... really disturbing.

Don't think about this annoying thing, Fang Lang feels that he has to find something happy, and he is overjoyed.

"System, settle the dividend reward."

Fang Lang was looking forward to it, said.

"Ding! The dividend reward is being settled..."

"After the settlement is completed, the bonus (bond object Ni Wen) aura volume: 50 (low-grade spirit crystal), dividend (bond object Liu Bubai) aura volume: 30 (low-grade spirit crystal)."

"The spiritual energy rewarded by the dividend is input into the host's dantian by default, and it is added to the cultivation base of swordsmanship."

The system prompt gradually disappears.

Fang Lang only felt a majestic aura surging in the cyclone in his dantian, accelerating the cyclone to circle.

The amount of aura in the eighty low-grade spirit crystals is quite a lot. In addition, Fang Lang walked to the seventh floor in the Yunling Pagoda and received a lot of aura subsidies.

Therefore, the influx of these eighty low-grade spirit crystals made Fang Lang's cultivation level only a thin line away from the third-tier sword master.

The night is getting darker, autumn is thick.

The night sky is dotted with stars, like countless fireflies flying in the deep forest.

The moonlight was like frost, shining down along the window, and sprinkled on Fang Lang's body.

Fang Lang slowly opened his eyes, savoring the surge of aura in his body.

In three days, from a ninth-level swordsman to a peak second-level swordsman... This is the magic of Yunling Pagoda.

Of course, in addition to Fang Lang's unremitting efforts, there is also the help of the punch card.

All night, Fang Lang was trying to attack the third-tier swordsman, trying to transform the sword energy in the dantian cyclone, and wanted to transform the dantian aura into 30% sword energy.

Although he was only a step away from the third-tier sword master, he couldn't break through, as if he was standing on the edge of the sky.

Fang Lang let out a breath.

Not too disappointed.

Take out the spirit crystal, turn on the state of three fetters and continue to absorb, Fang Lang plans to use time to slowly wear down the barrier of the third-level sword master.

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the next day.

The weather is gloomy and autumn rains are brewing.

The whole world was shrouded in a layer of chill that gradually penetrated into the bones.

After Fang Lang had breakfast, he went straight to the academy. On the main street, there were already many students in a hurry. After all, the scientific examination was approaching, and everyone was preparing nervously.

Fang Lang came to Luojiang Academy, the academy was still early for class, Fang Lang didn't go to the library, but went straight to the teaching building.

He quietly called out Professor Wen who had just woken up and was making a pot of wolfberry tea.

Wen Jiaoxi held the blue and white porcelain cup in his hand, yawned with an unshaven beard, and looked at Fang Lang who came to him early in the morning with some doubts.

"If you don't have anything to go to the Three Treasures Hall, tell me, what do you want me to ask?"

Wen Jiaoxi opened his lips slightly, exhaled and blew the hot wolfberry water in the porcelain cup, and said.

"As expected of you sir, you are really tall! You can see the student's desire for knowledge at a glance!"

Fang Lang praised.

Wen Jiaoxi took a sip of water, rolled his eyes, and said, "If nothing happens, you should stick to Ni Wen's side now."

Fang Lang showed a harmless smile to humans and animals.

As if being taught the truth.

There's no way, Xiao Wenzi is a treasure, she's so capable.

The squeezed punching card fragments are extremely useful!

"Come on, Lao Yang is about to ring the bell, so hurry back to class after you finish speaking."

Wen teaches and learns.

Fang Lang nodded, smiled and began to talk about the difficult knowledge about swordsmanship.

Wen Ting raised his eyebrows, but he didn't care, and pointed and analyzed Fang Lang.

Suddenly, Fang Lang changed his painting style without a trace: "By the way, I don't know if Mr. has heard that the root bone will change?"

Wen Ting was startled.

In the next moment, he narrowed his eyes and said, "This is the main question you want to ask after wandering around all morning, isn't it?"

Fang Lang smiled, but did not deny it.

After all, his current appearance is purple and rooted, after all, he won't be able to pretend for long.

Wen Ting stared at Fang Lang, seemingly lost in thought, took a sip of wolfberry water, and chewed a wolfberry that he accidentally slipped into his mouth.

After pondering for a while, he opened his mouth slowly: "As we all know, the Tang Dynasty divided the roots of practitioners into five grades: black, white, red, yellow, and gold..."

"But in fact, there are several other root bone ranks."

"Above the gold is the root bone of starlight. When you use the 'Gengu Sinan' to detect it, it is not the color of gold, but it is shining like a star. This kind of root bone is extremely talented, and it is rare to find one in a thousand years."

Wen Ting said.

Fang Lang couldn't help being startled when he heard the words, isn't Zipin above the root of Jinpin?

"And above the stars? Purple?"

Fang Lang asked curiously.

He is really curious, after all, these are things that cannot be learned in textbooks.

Wen Ting glanced at Fang Lang, and said: "Purple? Of course not, it is called the most holy bone on the star bone... That is definitely the real darling of heaven, the proud son of heaven."

"At least, I have never heard of who is the most sacred bone, and what kind of blood is needed to conceive it."

"perhaps……"

"The one in Chang'an Palace may be."

When Wen Ting said this, he didn't continue, as if he was afraid and didn't dare to mention his name.

"Of course, the root bone you asked about can be changed after the day after tomorrow. In fact, it is also recorded in the ancient books..."

Wen Ting took another sip of wolfberry water: "The root bone of a practitioner will indeed change. The environment, the awakening of the acquired blood vessels, transplantation... etc. can change the root bone."

"The first two conditions are harsh, while the latter transplantation is too cruel and vicious, it is not tolerated by the world, and it is strictly prohibited by the iron law of the Tang Dynasty."

"Because of the environment, there is a professional term for root bone changes caused by blood vessels, called mutated root bones."

Variation root? !

Fang Lang took a deep breath.

"There are good and bad mutated bones, some mutated roots are extremely evil, and some mutated roots become more and more rubbish..."

After Wen Ting finished speaking, he stared at Fang Lang as if he had thought of something.

The next moment, Wen Ting made a move.

Fang Lang didn't resist either, he opened his hands, squinted his eyes, and let Wen Ting pinch his bones up and down.

After all, Fang Lang was ready to be pinched.

Wen Ting held the porcelain cup in one hand, pressed Fang Lang's shoulder blades with the other, and slid across Fang Lang's spine with a unique gesture.

And Wen Ting's eyes gradually changed!

Something is wrong!

Something is wrong with you boy!

"Your bones... are weird!"

Wen Jiaoxi felt the change. It was a change in bone quality. He had never pinched Fang Lang's bone, but he had pinched Chao Xiaojian in Jianshu Sect before. With Chao Xiaojian's cultivation level, he pinched the bone of a swordsman , it is impossible to go wrong.

At that time, Fang Lang was Bai Pingen.

But now... Fang Lang's skinny feeling is definitely not white!

That kind of skinny feedback... a bit like gold?

But something is still wrong, because Wen Ting is a gold-pin, so he understands that Fang Lang's root bones are still a little different from gold-pin roots!

What kind of bone is that?

"In less than a month, from a third-level swordsman to a second-level swordsman, Yunling Pagoda carried Tianwei to the seventh floor, showing amazing swordsmanship talent..."

"hiss--"

If you don't analyze it, you don't know. Once you analyze it, you will be shocked!

Wen Ting's eyes gleamed, this guy has absolutely mutated!

He was a little stunned, suddenly Fang Lang's outstanding performance seemed to be born out of nowhere, everything seemed to be revealed!

No wonder this kid sneaked up to ask this question early in the morning. Before the scientific examination, he had to test his bones. This kid was afraid that he was panicking, and finally couldn't hold back!

Variant root bone, two situations.

If it's not a peerless genius, then it's a peerless fool!

The various behaviors of this kid... There is a high probability that he is inclined to the former!

"You boy wait here, don't go anywhere, wait for me to return!"

The next moment, his figure instantly turned into a ray of sword light and disappeared.

Soon, Wen Ting returned, holding a delicate instrument the size of a palm, Gengu Sinan.

At the same time, beside him was Dean Cui with the same bright eyes and a melon-eating look.

Is it a dragon or a pig.

Test it and find out!

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