Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Chang'an, Prince Wu's Mansion.

The drizzle was swaying, and the light gradually dimmed.

The lanterns hanging on the promenade were lit by the maid, and the autumn wind swayed the lanterns with raindrops, making the lights flickering and hazy.

In the courtyard, the chat between Princess Pei and Jiang Linglong ended. Jiang Linglong held the oil-paper umbrella and escorted the princess in a red cloak out of the small courtyard.

call out!

A piercing sound resounded through the air. It was a flying sword whizzing towards it, chopping up raindrops, like cutting a white line from the rain curtain all over the sky.

Zhao Wuji's blood spurted out, he raised his hand to grab the flying sword, and he took the flying sword.

Jiang Linglong and the princess, who were about to leave the courtyard, stopped, and the courtyard became quite quiet.

Zhao Wuji took down the letter on the flying sword, glanced at it, and immediately shrank his eyes.

He hurriedly handed the letter to Jiang Linglong.

"Miss, look."

Jiang Linglong frowned slightly, took the letter, glanced at it, and trembled her long eyelashes.

In an instant, the temperature around the courtyard seemed to be evacuated in an instant, becoming extremely cold, and the falling raindrops seemed to be turning into ice beads.

Her face was cold, her beautiful face was like frost.

Feeling her daughter's sudden outburst of aura, Princess Pei shrank her snow-white neck in shock.

"Ling'er, did something happen to Xiao Fang?"

"Look, you are in a hurry."

As soon as the words were finished, Jiang Linglong's eyes swept over, Princess Pei hurriedly covered her mouth, staring at her beautiful eyes, as if I dare not speak.

Jiang Linglong withdrew her gaze, and looked at Zhao Wuji: "Old Zhao, prepare the chariots and horses. Let's go out of the city and go to Qiuling Yaoque Hunting Ground."

Out of town?

Zhao Wuji's eyes narrowed, he folded his fists and bowed: "Here."

However, as soon as the words fell, Princess Pei cautiously raised her white palm.

When Jiang Linglong saw her mother like this, she almost laughed out of anger. Are you a mother or am I a mother...

"explain."

The concubine smiled happily and said, "Well... Ling'er, it's very dangerous to go out of the city. Old Zhao is not good at it. How about... call your father?"

"Your father can't do it either, he doesn't even want to leave the room now, it's impossible to save Xiaofang."

"Well, call your uncle...he should be able to help you."

Princess Pei took the oil-paper umbrella and said.

"Xiao Fang's kid is good at writing poems. Mother admires him very much. Let's go."

Although the concubine seemed unreliable, the care in her words made Jiang Linglong's eyes tremble slightly, and a smile appeared on her cold face that brightened even the cold and lonely autumn day.

"good."

Jiang Linglong said.

"If your brother-in-law dares not to go, tell mother, mother will tear off his ears!"

The princess rolled up her sleeves and looked like she was pulling her ears.

snort! She couldn't cure her husband, her daughter, or her younger brother who had been beaten since childhood? !

Jiang Linglong smiled, and after ordering the maid to hold up an umbrella to send the princess back to bed, she and Old Zhao broke through the rain with an umbrella, and headed out of the mansion.

...

...

Fang Lang stared at the sky, and a wriggling black object roared from a distance, like a falling meteorite!

hidden weapon? !

near!

It's getting closer!

Fang Lang could see clearly that it was a ferocious wolf exuding demonic aura!

Under the rain, the hair is wet.

The wild wolf opened its mouth full of fangs in the air, roared and fell, roaring at Fang Lang, as if swooping in!

Fang Lang frowned, and raised the sword in his hand brazenly.

The black obsidian sword is so thorough that it seems to cut the rain curtain of heaven and earth with a black line, and a sword energy spreads from Fang Lang's feet upwards!

The wild wolf fell and was cut in half by Fang Lang's sword.

With a sound of "Wow", blood was splashed like a torrential rain, and the body of the wild wolf was split in two. From the top of Fang Lang's head, it was like a split and hit the ground, splashing blood and mud all over the ground, and it was drawn far away.

In the distance, Wen Ting, who was sitting cross-legged on the tree trunk, suddenly froze when he drank the wolfberry tea from the gourd.

Cover the gourd and pin it on the waist.

Wen Ting stood upright on the tree trunk, a piece of plain clothes soaked in the rain.

He looked at the wild wolf that fell from the sky and was split by a sword, filled with demonic aura.

Fortunately, the demonic aura of the wild wolf was not strong.

Flying wolf? !

what happened?

Wen Ting felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere.

Fang Lang defeated all the challenged students with dozens of opponents. Not only did he not exhaust his aura, but he became more courageous and stronger as he fought, and even broke through to the fifth-level swordsman in the battle.

This somewhat shocked Wen Ting's common sense.

For the problems that cannot be analyzed, I can only sigh with emotion, Zipin Gengu... so terrifying!

Perhaps this is the peculiarity of the mutant root bone!

Um?

Wen Ting frowned slightly, and the palm under the sleeve had already grasped the hilt of the sword at some point.

He looked into the hazy distance.

An extremely luxurious carriage stopped there, and countless raindrops splashed on the nanmu roof, creating a misty mist.

The rainwater from the sky was distorted and blurred around the carriage!

The carriage was stationary, three hundred feet away.

The silk curtain rolled up by the torrential wind and rain exposed the noble figure in the carriage from time to time, and Wen Ting's hand holding the sword was clenched tightly.

Crash clatter.

The wheels finally began to crush the wind and rain, moving forward slowly.

Three hundred feet, two hundred feet, one hundred feet...

The carriage gradually became clear in the haze.

The rain washed away the strong smell of blood, and the corpse of the wild wolf that had been cut in half gradually became cold.

Fang Lang leaned on the obsidian, put the Liansheng sword back into the sword box, turned around slowly, and looked at the carriage. The carriage was getting closer and closer, and finally stopped at ten feet away.

In Fang Lang's eyes, everything about the carriage was extremely clear, and even the grains on the nanmu of the carriage could be seen clearly.

Carriage, young man in Tsing Yi.

The two are like two points on the left and right in an ink painting, but the distance between them is only ten feet apart. They seem to be very close, but in fact they are as far away as a world apart.

The world is quiet, except for the sound of the rainstorm.

Fang Lang stared at the carriage, clenched the sword in his hand, dispelled the pungent smell of blood, frowned, and stared at the carriage.

The raindrops between the sky and the earth twisted around the carriage, like bead curtains being lifted to the sides.

"do you know?"

"The wild wolf you just killed is my prey."

In the rain, there was a lazy voice from inside the carriage.

Fang Lang glanced at the wild wolf and raised his eyebrows. These days... There is actually a touch of porcelain?

"It's not my intention to kill the wolf. It came so suddenly that I couldn't hold back the sword."

Fang Lang said.

In the carriage compartment, there was a soft laughter.

"Can."

"I forgive you. Not only can you draw a line with the Jiang family without dying, but I can also give you a chance to follow."

"From then on, I have no worries about food and clothing, and my cultivation resources are unlimited."

Inside the carriage, the voice was faint.

"Thank you soon."

The sound of the rain roared, and the surroundings became incomparably silent, only the elegant sounds were left around.

thank you...

Listening to this voice, and this superior tone...

It can be confirmed that in the carriage... is the third prince.

"I've always had nothing to worry about."

"Cultivation resources are unlimited, so I will double my current resources by ten times... Can you provide me with hundreds of middle-grade spirit crystals for my practice every day, and hundreds of thousands of gold coins for me to spend?"

Fang Lang leaned on his sword and asked.

In the carriage, the voice suddenly became strangely quiet.

Fang Lang curled his lips, and said regretfully, "It seems not?"

"Then what a fart."

boom!

Fang Lang just finished speaking.

"presumptuous!"

Inside the carriage, there was a loud shout.

The rain all over the sky seemed to stagnate.

On the carriage, Nan Yehuo, who was wrapped in a red robe and hood, opened his eyes suddenly. The hood was blown away by the wind and rain, revealing his eyebrows. The raindrops were crushed by the coercion and burst into fog!

Between the sky and the earth, rain clouds are falling!

When the mountains fall, the dragon turns over!

Terrifying coercion fell from the sky, and the rain was suddenly pressed firmly to the ground without the slightest ripple.

It's as if a mountain was moved by a fairy god and smashed on Fang Lang's body fiercely!

A terrifying grip erupted from the center of the earth, grabbing his feet, trying to pin him to the ground!

The world is shaking!

call out!

Between the woods, the rain curtain was torn apart!

Wen Ting's eyes were sharp, and the sword on his waist was unsheathed brazenly.

Running in the rain, three steps, two steps, one step!

The mud-colored rainwater splashed.

Wen Ting landed beside Fang Lang, the sword in his hand plunged into the ground, and a surge of sword intent burst out from him, spreading the terrifying coercion into a three-foot circle.

The pure land in the circle.

No rain, no wind, no coercion!

Wen Ting was leaning on the sword, the extremely slender rapier was as straight as a pine and bamboo!

Blocked the terrifying coercion like the collapse of the world for Fang Lang.

Nan Yehuo sat on the carriage, watching with a calm expression.

Wen Ting... the gentleman's sword that stirred up the wind and rain in Chang'an back then, but now...

It's just a little sword cultivator at the pinnacle of sword art.

Fang Lang stood behind Wen Ting with an extremely serious expression.

When you have no strength, the world will not choose to support you.

Is this the sorrow of the little people?

Is this what happens without strength? !

At this moment, Fang Lang was calmer than ever, but there was a fire in his heart, which made him want to become stronger like never before!

In the cyclone in his dantian, the sword intent seed seemed to feel his thoughts, and it started to circle at high speed, stirring countless sword energy.

Between heaven and earth, there is a strong wind!

Blow away the raindrops.

In the carriage compartment, the luxurious silk curtain was lifted by a pale hand, revealing a noble and handsome face.

Li Liancheng walked out of the carriage with indifference in his eyes, and the loose robe on his body was blown high by the wind.

He looked down at Fang Lang and Wen Ting below.

His eyes fell on Wen Ting, and there was a hint of sarcasm hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Back then, you were forced to flee Chang'an by my big brother. You were afraid of my big brother, but... you weren't afraid of me?"

A gleam of gold gradually appeared in Li Liancheng's eyes, and finally the entire pupil was smudged, and even the tip of his hair was smudged with gold bit by bit.

A brilliant prestige spread from him.

At this moment, even Donglu Sword Master Nan Yehuo, who was sitting on the carriage, felt a sense of depression!

The blood of the Tang royal family!

It is the blood of the man who stands at the pinnacle of the Tang Dynasty!

The entire carriage seemed to be dyed golden.

Li Liancheng supported the carriage wall with one hand, looked at Wen Ting calmly and indifferently, and said, "Kneel down."

Two words, like two thunders behind a cloud.

Wen Ting's eyes tightened to the extreme, as if recalling that nightmare scene back then.

His three feet of pure land seemed to be broken.

The thin sword suddenly bent in an extremely exaggerated arc, as if it was about to break at any moment!

The coercion of the royal blood seeped in, wanting to make Wen Ting and Fang Lang kneel down.

Suddenly.

Li Liancheng's golden eyes turned, looking over Wen Ting who was struggling to resist and almost knelt down.

His eyes fell on Fang Lang, who was only in the second-rank realm afterwards.

This young man in Tsing Yi, facing the coercion of his royal family at this moment, stared fixedly at him, with his spine straight, seemingly unaffected at all.

Tsing Yi was flirting.

Countless rainwater gathered and circled under the young man's feet, turning into a blooming lotus.

Between heaven and earth, there was a slight sigh lingering, coming from the sword box behind the young man.

Between a sigh.

The dim world suddenly lit up, as if it was being burned by a spark, a prairie fire.

Fang Lang only felt that the sword intent seeds in his dantian seemed to be much weaker, and then the Liansheng sword on his back was automatically unsheathed and suspended.

Endless white light radiated from the Liansheng sword.

The white light condensed into a graceful blurred figure...

Peerless elegance, stunning the whole world.

The graceful figure stepped forward, holding Liansheng casually.

Over Fang Lang, over Wen Ting.

Third prince Li Liancheng's golden pupils tightened.

On the carriage, Nan Yehuo in the big red robe was no longer calm for the first time!

"Xuanyuan Taihua!"

He stood up on the carriage, his eyebrows raised and lowered, and a fiery red sword appeared in his hand...

However, the sword has not yet been thrown.

The graceful figure gently extended a sword, like a bodhisattva throwing out a lotus petal.

Sword, bottom up!

Pooh!

Nan Yehuo's entire arm holding the sword...was cut off bit by bit.

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