Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

In the courtyard of the deep palace, surrounded by palace walls, only the cramped sky above the head can be seen.

The third prince was sitting in the courtyard, holding a teacup in his hand, the dense heat permeated the air, causing faint ripples in the teacup.

A young eunuch in blue lowered his head, took small steps, and fled rapidly in the courtyard, and soon galloped under the pavilion.

The little eunuch knelt on the ground, his face changed, he was very pale, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

He had just received the news from the square, and he didn't know how to speak at the moment. The news was so shocking. As the eunuch who served these princes, he knew very well what the consequences would be if he told the news.

"His Royal Highness..."

"The contest between Li Yuanzhen and Fang Lang... came to fruition."

The eunuch wiped his cold sweat and said.

"explain."

Between the pavilions, the third prince blew a breeze from between his lips, blowing away the heat from the freshly brewed tea.

"Mr. Li Yuanzhen... Defeated, unfortunately defeated... Yu Fang Lang."

The eunuch said.

After the words fell, the atmosphere instantly became much more condensed. The autumn leaves hanging on the trunks seemed to be unable to bear the pressure, and they shook off in a rustle, scattering golden yellow all over the ground.

"I don't like to hide... What's going on?"

The third prince took a sip of tea and said lightly.

The little eunuch fell to the ground with a plop.

"Fang Lang used flying swords to find another way to defeat Mr. Li Yuanzhen!"

The little eunuch did not hide any more, and revealed all the news.

Click.

But hearing the sound of the cup being crushed, the little eunuch trembled even more.

It is said that being with a king is like being with a tiger, but to accompany these princes who have not become kings, in fact, they are also accompanied by cubs.

"Li Yuanzhen lost again..."

"waste."

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In the preparation area.

The setting sun was shining like fire, Fang Lang, Liu Bubai and Jiang Linglong stood together, and Luoyang also came over. Ever since Fang Lang exposed his superb sword-handling skills, this person has been stuck here and will not leave up.

He kept asking Fang Lang about controlling the sword and the formation.

After Fang Lang answered a few words, he pointed to the upcoming martial arts competition on the ring, and Luo Yang reluctantly shut up.

"Can Ni Wen win? This Ximen Xianxian doesn't seem to be ranked high on the gold list."

Liu Bubai frowned and said.

As a student who also came out of Luojiang Academy, Liu Bubai still hopes that Ni Wen can win.

"Win? It's basically impossible. Her opponent is Ximen Xianxian. Although Ximen Xianxian's ranking in the gold list is not high, but when it comes to real combat power, she is not weaker than top talents such as Li Yuanzhen."

"This Ximen Xianxian cultivates Confucianism and Taoism, which is different from the three ways of sword, martial arts, and art. However, his strength is definitely not weak. Coupled with Ximen Xianxian's background, there is no possibility for this little girl to win."

Luoyang Road.

Fang Lang didn't say anything. It's really hard for Ni Wen to win, but...

Now in Chang'an, perhaps he is the only one who knows what happened to Ni Wen.

Root bone mutation, blood recovery...

Ni Wen may have an unexpected performance.

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On the stage, the setting sun was like blood, Ximen Xianxian grabbed the paper fan and folded it together without unfolding it.

When the bell of the competition rang.

Ximen Xianxian smiled and bowed slightly to Ni Wen: "For this martial arts competition, the girl might as well admit defeat. Xiaosheng doesn't want to see the girl get hurt, let alone hurt the girl with his own hands."

Ni Wen was wearing a loose blue shirt, which was washed white, but it was very neat. She stared at her eyes, very serious and serious.

She poked her hand out of her sleeve pocket, holding a cheap deadwood staff.

Like Li Yuanzhen, he didn't need a staff to perform spells, because the staff's help to him was already minimal.

However, Ni Wen is different, she still uses a staff.

Seemingly feeling Ni Wen's solemnity, Ximen Xianxian restrained his cynical attitude.

In fact, Ximen Xianxian, like Ni Wen, is a genius who came out of ordinary students, but, unlike Ximen Xianxian, Ni Wen did not meet such a noble person as the First Prince.

After Ximen Xianxian was appreciated by the eldest prince, he reached his current position.

This competition is also a duel between ordinary students and geniuses.

Ximen Xianxian held the paper fan in his hand, pointing at the sky from afar.

Ni Wen moved, and the wave of spiritual thoughts spread, and the staff in her hand was waved by her, and it moved slightly in front of her body.

Slowly fluctuating, one after another aura wall stacked.

It seems that there are many palace walls, protecting her tightly, and the speed is extremely fast, fast but not chaotic.

A textbook-style magician starts to cast spells.

Afterwards, Ni Wen consumed her spiritual thoughts again, and tapped the tip of her staff in the void in front of her to draw, as if beating a beautiful arc, and clicked a diagram of a magic array.

Push forward the diagram of the technique array, one transforms into four, the brilliance is dazzling, very dazzling.

"Wind, rain, thunder, fire."

Basic four formations.

In an instant, it bloomed on the ring, like four gorgeous flowers.

Ximen Xianxian smiled, the Confucian shirt on his body was windless and automatic, and the white clothes were elegant, outstanding.

He walked forward slowly.

"Give a poem to the girl, send the girl to the competition."

"Who wants the autumn wind to be cool alone."

"Huang Ye Xiaoxiao is struggling..."

Ximen admires the immortals and walks slowly, reciting poems.

Suddenly, a spirit of whiteness surged up around him, like a white python entrenched around him.

It seems to take the best of Chang'an.

Ni Wen gritted her teeth, and threw out one by one arrays, wind blades, rain needles, lightning arcs, fireballs...

They are all basic skill formations, but when combined, their effects are not weak, and their power is not weak either.

It is a method that does not consume a lot of magicians, but can threaten the opponent.

However, Ni Wen's cultivation is really not strong enough. The killing power given to these magic formations by a first-class magician can only be regarded as ordinary.

Ximen Xianxian walked on foot, his sleeves fluttering.

The white pythons all around were entrenched in the room, smashing the magic array blasted by Ni Wen time and time again.

He recited poems impassionedly in his mouth.

Above the sky, the sky is full of colorful clouds, and the clouds are surging. It seems that when he leaves, there is a vision.

"I only know that the girl is too crazy."

Suddenly.

Ximen Xianxian narrowed the distance between him and Ni Wen, raised the paper fan in his hand, and tapped it lightly. In an instant, the aura wall that Ni Wen had laid down disappeared like a breeze.

But Ximen Xianxian's paper fan is pointed out like a long snake.

"Snapped!"

There was a light tap on the staff Ni Wen was waving, and the staff burst into pieces in an instant, and Ni Wen's pretty face turned pale instantly, which was the pain from the backlash of spiritual thoughts.

"Girl, admit defeat."

Ximen Xianxian wrote a poem and couldn't help but say.

Enduring the tingling pain in her head, Ni Wen raised her hand to perform the magic circle again, but Ximen Xianxian's paper fan invaded again and tapped on the center of Ni Wen's eyebrows. Far.

Ni Wen got up and gathered her spiritual thoughts again.

Ximen Xianxian floated over, and once again lit a paper fan, Ni Wen's spiritual thoughts were scattered again, her mouth and nose almost overflowed, making her pale face even paler like a thin paper.

"give up."

"Beating a woman is not what Xiaosheng wants."

Ximen Xianxian looked regretful, shook his head and sighed, but the paper fan in his hand was waved lightly again.

Hao Qi moves the sky.

Ni Wen's body was smashed into the air, and the magic circle formed with great difficulty collapsed again.

All around, there was silence.

It's just a pure fight.

The gap is too big, Ximen Xianxian's strength is far beyond what Ni Wen can match, but why doesn't this girl admit defeat?

Many people are puzzled that a commoner student has reached the limit and is already the glory of Guangzong Yaozu... What is she still insisting on.

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War preparation area.

Liu Bubai clenched his fists, staring at Ximen Xianxian who knocked Ni Wen away again and again, gritted his teeth: "I want to beat him, but I can't beat him."

"prodigal son!"

Fang Lang nodded without saying anything.

Looking at Ni Wen, who was gushing blood from her mouth and nose like a river embankment on the ring, she couldn't help but sighed.

The scene under the setting sun flashed in his mind, the two mothers who depended on each other for life.

Ni Wen... Maybe she wants to prove something.

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boom!

Ximen Xianxian threw out the paper fan in his hand, and Ni Wen's body was blown away again, and the magician who was bullied close to him had to halve his combat power.

Ximen Xianxian no longer read poems, he frowned.

"Why...don't you admit defeat, girl?"

"I don't want to lose."

"Sometimes, whether to lose or not, to be involuntary, to persevere...is extremely meaningless."

"I don't want to lose."

"It takes an opportunity to change your destiny, but unfortunately, you don't have one."

"I don't want to lose."

Ximen Xianxian asked a question, and Ni Wen answered in a low voice and stubbornly.

Ximen Xianxian was confused for a moment, the girl's persistence seemed to let him see the weakness that he once degenerated into a beggar.

He didn't want to fight anymore, he wanted to end it quickly.

With a sudden flick of the paper fan in his hand, suddenly, a tornado rose from the ground above the ring.

Blood was sweeping across, and Ni Wen was swept up into the sky again and again, and then fell down again.

Puddles of blood splashed on the arena, miserable and stubborn.

However, the girl stubbornly climbed up again and again, trembling and condensing the magic circle.

Although she is cowardly, she will never give up easily, because she wants to bring hope to A Niang, and she has her reasons.

Time and time again, he persisted stubbornly, and was thrown down by Ximen Xianxian time and time again.

"Admit defeat!"

Ximen Xianxian held the paper fan, eyes full of complexity, and said to the girl who was about to fall but stood up again.

However, the girl did not speak. She stubbornly condensed her spiritual thoughts and depicted the magic circle, but her spiritual thoughts were about to dissipate.

She is powerless, is she going to lose?

No!

Suddenly.

A faint golden light flashed in Ni Wen's eyes, like a flowing golden river, and her spiritual thoughts, which were almost dry and powerless, suddenly condensed together.

hum...

The light golden radiance spread, and Ni Wen exploded in an instant, and the cohesion speed of each magic circle was extremely fast.

The four magic circles of wind, rain, thunder and fire smashed towards Ximen Xianxian instantly.

This sudden change!

Let everyone be in an uproar.

Although the golden color is light, but... it exudes an inexplicable coercion.

The formation is approaching.

Ximen Xianxian's eyes narrowed, and he pointed out the paper fan in his hand, but it was crushed by the powerful formation.

Looking at the stubborn girl, Ximen Xianxian let out a foul breath, showing a bit of awe.

The awe-inspiring energy that had been suppressed in his body for too many years burst out instantly, like a mountain torrent bursting a bank.

He shot with all his strength, and gave the girl a respect for her persistence.

Raise your arms, step forward with your right foot, and bend your left foot.

Stretch both palms forward, push flat with one hand, and pull back with the other.

Start to shake the Kunlun momentum!

In an instant, the colorful clouds in the sky seemed to be rolled together, turning into a colorful tornado, which crashed down, splashing blood.

The world seemed to be dark for a while, as if there was a sound of iron law and turbulence, but it was quickly suppressed by a ray of will from Tai Chi Palace.

Above the arena, the wind and clouds were surging, and it took a long time for it to disperse.

Ximen Xianxian panted slightly, his heart throbbed just now.

This girl...has the power of blood?

There was complete silence all around, and the atmosphere in front of the Tai Chi Palace was extremely serious. The First Prince stood up from his chair, but his calm eyes could not stop shining.

"Royal bloodline? But it's very thin...could it be the bloodline of some vassal king living among the people?"

The eldest prince glanced back at the depths of the Taiji Palace, the blood of the vassal king was outside, which violated the iron law!

Suddenly.

"check!"

A majestic voice floated out.

The eldest prince's eyes sank, and he cupped his hands in a bow: "Your servant obeys the order."

Afterwards, the Tai Chi Palace returned to silence again.

Above the arena, the smoke and dust dispersed.

Ximen Xianxian stared at the still standing figure, his expression was extremely complicated, and there was a bit of confusion in the complexity, why...you can still stand? !

He has unsealed the arrogance he had accumulated for many years.

"Are you still not admitting defeat?"

Ximen Xianxian's voice was a little hoarse.

However, this time... there was no stubborn response from the girl.

Ximen Xianxian was stunned, his Confucian shirt fluttering in the wind, staring blankly at the stubborn girl whose figure was hazy in the smoke and dust.

"The winner, Ximen Xianxian."

The eunuch floated into the ring and said calmly.

Under the ring.

Liu Bubai, Fang Lang, and Jiang Linglong rushed out quickly and came to Ni Wen's side.

The smoke cleared.

The whitish green shirt the girl washed was stained with mud, dust and blood. Her pale face was bloodless, and the flash of golden color also faded. She maintained the posture of the cohesion technique array, motionless, already Completely lost consciousness.

Just relying on a moving stubbornness from the bottom of my heart... still insisting on not falling down.

Fang Lang, Liu Bubai and Jiang Linglong were all silent.

PS: In the first update, I didn’t want to write too much about Ni Wen, but after thinking about it, I’d better enrich the characters, don’t write briefly, take your time, I should be able to finish the palace test today, ask for the next monthly ticket, and the recommendation ticket. !