Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

The calm Jianshu Sect was noisy again, and new disciples entered the sect on this day.

On this day, Jian Shu was not calm.

The new champion Fang Lang, on the first day of enrolling in the sect, challenged the elite disciple of Huang Ji Jian Pavilion, Zhao Yu, defeated Zhao Yu with a sword like thunder, broke the record strongly, and entered the Jian Pavilion as a new disciple.

This news swept across the entire Jianshu Sect like a huge tide. After all, this was a record.

Both the outer sect and the inner sect disciples were shocked by the news, but after a while, the news that Senior Brother Zhao Yu was challenged came out.

Everyone was stunned. Brother Zhao Yu did what he did?

But everyone is not too big to watch the excitement.

Many Nei Zong disciples rushed to Yujian Peak, wanting to wait and see the battle.

However, they had just arrived at Yujian Peak, on the floating island suspended in the sea of ​​clouds, the battle was over.

Senior Brother Zhao Yu was lying on the ground, his eyes were endlessly bleak, even a little dazed.

The joys and sorrows in the world are not interlinked, and even feel a bit noisy.

This is the look in the eyes of the thousands of disciples of Jianshu Sect that will never be forgotten.

Is this new disciple so enchanting?

Later, many disciples learned that this young girl who had won the senior brother Zhao Yu again was the second place in this scientific expedition, and her strength was in the real Third Grade Sword Gang.

Brother Zhao Yu was hoisted and hammered in all directions.

However, no one gloats for misfortune, only feels the tremendous pressure, the new disciples are so powerful and enchanting, if they don't work harder, they may soon be completely shaken off.

No one wants to lag behind, cultivation must be contended, not to mention these disciples who have joined the Jianshu Inner Sect and have an infinite bright future.

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Wearing a veil, Jiang Linglong came to the small courtyard with eight hundred seats. Actually, there was not much in the courtyard.

The yard is not really important, it is more of an identity, mainly to settle in the sword pavilion, and have the opportunity to go to the demon hallway to bear the pressure of the two worlds.

Therefore, most of the time, the disciples in the sword pavilion would run to the demon passage, instead of staying in the yard.

Like Zhao Yu, those who are challenged twice a day are relatively rare, and the most important thing is that they both lose.

And the disciple of the eight hundredth seat returned, and when this happened, he wouldn't say anything, and the fight was over.

If you win, you can continue to stay, if you lose, then obediently give way. This is the competition of Jianshu Nei Sect.

Fang Lang's courtyard door was closed tightly. He was practicing. Jiang Linglong glanced from a distance, and stepped back to his courtyard.

Huang Jijian Pavilion, the 799th courtyard.

Fang Lang didn't know that Old Jiang had also come to Jianshu Sect, so he picked Zhao Yu off by the way.

He is immersed in the practice at this moment. He runs the "Ten Thousand Swords" exercise method to convert the spiritual energy in the Dantian cyclone into sword energy bit by bit. "The recorded operating route changed the toughness.

The importance of exercises is self-evident for practitioners, because exercises are used to lay the foundation for monks.

If the foundation is not solid, the floor will naturally not rise.

However, Fang Lang is still able to continue to absorb the aura. Logically speaking, he has reached the nine-segment sword master, and at the critical time when the aura is turning to the sword aura, the physical body can no longer absorb the aura.

However, Fang Lang is more than just a swordsman, he is also a martial arts, skill, and a little Confucian...

Martial arts, Shuxiu and other cultivation bases need to absorb aura to complete.

The reason why there are not too many people trying the Three Paths is because it takes more time and energy than doing one alone.

After Fang Lang switched his fetters, four phantoms appeared around his body.

With the help of Jiang Linglong's, Ni Wen's, Liu Bubai's and Wei Sheng's phantoms, Fang Lang's cultivation speed became extremely fast.

Fang Lang opened his eyes, a slight air current swelled on his body, blowing his clothes to float.

He looked at the four phantoms, lost in thought.

The previous double repair card gave him a little inspiration.

"Jianxiu, Shuxiu, Takeo..."

"Can these fetters and phantoms be divided into different types of targeted practice?"

"For example, Ni Wen, for Shufu, let her assist my Shufu in the practice and absorb the spiritual energy needed for Shu Xiu, and Wei Sheng as the martial artist, let him assist my Wufu in the practice."

Fang Lang thought.

Thinking of this, Fang Lang immediately followed suit.

Three purposes!

Surely it can greatly increase the speed of practice!

After all, if there weren't a little chance for the three subjects, Fang Lang would not be able to go far on the road of Shuxiu and Wufu.

In Fang Lang's thoughts surging, the fetters phantom actually moved.

The phantoms of Ni Wen and Wei Sheng absorb aura through spirit crystals.

The shadows of Jiang Linglong and Liu Bubai are running the "Sutra of Ten Thousand Swords".

Under the three-pronged approach, Fang Lang's spiritual thought was consumed violently and his burden was heavier, but the effect was excellent.

Fang Lang was overjoyed and began to maintain this situation to continue his practice!

Spirit crystals are consuming, system experience is increasing, sword repair spirit energy is slowly turning into sword energy, and the speed of cultivation slowly increases.

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A quarter of an hour later.

Fang Lang opened his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. He dispelled his four fetters, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. Although it was a three-pronged approach, he was actually in charge of it, and it was his consumption. Lingnian.

"It would be great if you could open the dual repair card a few more times."

Double card repair does not consume spiritual thoughts, which is extremely cool.

Fang Lang muttered.

He discovered the beauty of Shuangxiu for the first time.

Without continuing to practice, Elder Ji said that he would go to the martial arts field to gather, and then it seemed that he was going to the Jianshu Sect's Tibetan Sword Tower.

It should be to bring new disciples to choose a suitable exercise.

Cultivation is the key to every sect, and it is also the capital of the establishment of the sect. Why college students desperately want to enter the sect, it is for the practice, because only after mastering the practice can the speed of practice speed up!

Walking out of the yard, Fang Lang saw Jiang Linglong who also walked out of the yard next door.

"Old ginger?"

Fang Lang was shocked. He started the meditation array just now, so he didn't know what sad things had happened outside.

Jiang Linglong nodded coldly, Fang Lang understood in an instant, and could not help but think of Senior Brother Zhao Yu with some sympathy.

Fang Lang didn't have in-depth exchanges with Lao Jiang and the two of them left the sword pavilion and rushed to the martial arts field.

On the martial arts field, Liu Bubai and Ni Wen had already been waiting there, and not just them, Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong also saw a few figures. They were other disciples recruited by Jianshu Sect, and some of them had been studied from outside the school. A disciple of Nei Sect.

Several of them had a relationship with Fang Lang in the scientific expedition, but they don't remember very clearly.

Fang Lang threw out the "personal scan" enthusiastically, but he quickly retracted his gaze in disappointment. The roots of these new disciples were nothing but ordinary.

Most of them are Huang Pinguingu. For Fang Lang today, Huang Pinguingu is not too helpful.

Wen Ting sits in a blue blouse with a sword slung around his waist. At the moment, he is standing in the martial arts field, holding a gourd and drinking the wolfberry tea inside.

Elder Scar Ji walked fiercely, glanced at the crowd, and nodded in satisfaction, "Are you all here? Then let's go to the Tibetan Sword Tower together."

"Maybe you have practiced other exercises before, but some exercises may not be suitable for you. When you enter the Tibetan Sword Tower, it is not you who chooses the exercises, but the exercises choose you. If you encounter a suitable exercise, then Fix it."

Elder Ji said.

The next moment, Elder Ji raised his hand and gently lifted it up.

Fang Lang suddenly felt a sword aura growing out of thin air at his feet, surging like a cloud current, as if it was flying through the fog.

This method is really powerful.

The group of people galloped under the drag of Jian Qi, and soon they flew over several peaks and landed on a building built on the top of the peak.

This is an ancient building with an ancient clock on the top. An old man sits close to the ancient clock, his eyes closed and his breath is unfathomable.

Elder Ji appeared in front of this attic with his new disciples, and slightly arched his hands toward the old man by the ancient clock.

"Senior, this year's new disciples have joined the sect, and Jimo specially brought them to choose the exercises, and asked Senior to open the building."

On the top of the building, the old man opened his muddy eyes, and there seemed to be an air current in his eyes, sweeping past.

The line of sight first fell on Lao Jiang, then on Ni Wen, scanning one by one, and finally fell on Fang Lang.

The old man only felt a flash of purple light in his eyes.

"what?"

"Mutated roots?!"

The old man was surprised.

"This new disciple is not bad."

The old man said.

Afterwards, the old man flicked his sleeves, and countless sword auras grew between the heaven and the earth. On the top of the building, the sea of ​​clouds rolled, and between the roar of countless clouds, it seemed to turn into a mysterious magic array.

Crunch...

The door that looked like Chai Fei opened quietly.

"Entering the sword tower in Tibet, remember, don’t fight, don’t grab, there will be exercises to find you, if there is no exercise to find you, don’t panic, don’t be embarrassed, you will get a basic exercise before leaving the building. make up."

The old man's vicissitudes and hoarse voice came from the roof of the building.

Then, the old man raised his hand, grabbed the hanging wooden stake, and pushed it lightly.

The stake hit the ancient bell.

"when--"

The extremely distant bell exploded.

"Enter!"

The old voice envelops the bell, seems to linger into the rolling sea of ​​clouds, long and continuous.

In front of this ancient pavilion built on the top of the mountain, Elder Ji looked seriously at every new disciple.

"Now when you enter the building, remember not to use brute force to choose the exercises, just let it go."

Elder Ji said lightly.

Afterwards, let one of the disciples step on the ancient stairs in an orderly manner and enter the hidden sword tower.

Fang Lang followed the team closely, stepping into it, there were no waves, Fang Lang's mentality was actually very peaceful.

Mainly, he already owns the "Book of Ten Thousand Swords". This exercise is a reward for him to become the champion. It is a high-grade exercise method at the ground level, and the level can be said to be extremely high!

It is basically impossible for Fang Lang to change his exercises. Therefore, Fang Lang felt that he would probably be...

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Outside the pavilion, it became clean.

Elder Scar Ji stood there, his eyes looking deeply at the disciples who disappeared in front of the hidden sword building.

Wen Ting drank wolfberry tea and laughed, "This Tibetan sword building is the capital of Jianshu Sect that has lasted for thousands of years. It contains 100,000 exercises, including ten ground-level exercises and 800 mysterious-level exercises. unit……"

"Elder Ji thinks anyone can get the ground-level exercises?"

Elder Ji stared at Wen Ting with a cold face, and said, "How many exercises did you attract when you entered the Tibetan sword building?"

"Three hundred."

Wen Ting said with a smile.

"Of course, how many exercises you can get varies from person to person."

Elder Ji sneered, "You kid remember it clearly."

"I don't know other people. Anyway, the little guy Fang Lang will definitely get a ground-level technique."

"I have no brains to bet him!"

Afterwards, Elder Ji raised his hand and waved, there was sword energy floating on the ground, as if it turned into a mirror, reflecting the picture in the hidden sword building.

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Fang Lang stepped into the Hidden Sword Tower, feeling a bright white light after the endless darkness in front of him.

A wooden promenade with no end in sight appeared before his eyes.

On the left and right sides of the corridor, there are towering bookshelves, and the ceiling is blocked by the bookshelves. Fang Lang looked back and could see that his escape route was blocked and blocked by the bookshelves.

The bookshelves are separated by grids. Inside each grid is a booklet of exercises. Next to the booklet is a short sword. The booklet emits dim light, which brightens the dark Tibetan sword tower.

The picture was shocking, Fang Lang had entered the world of the library, except for the promenade that he walked forward, surrounded by bookshelves.

As Fang Lang walked forward, the daggers in the grids of the bookshelves trembled slightly.

This is the hidden sword tower? !

What is hidden is the sword, what is hidden is the technique, what is hidden is also the inheritance of the sect!

Fang Lang calmed down his mind, the long candlelights scattered from nowhere, and the inside of the shining pavilion was bright.

The soles of their feet creaked on the ancient pavilion, Fang Lang moved forward, not hurriedly, his green shirt slowly.

Switch the four bond states.

After switching the status, Fang Lang suddenly felt the Jianyi seeds in his Dantian cyclone slightly shake.

Om...

Suddenly, the small swords trembling in the grids of the bookshelves made a clear hum.

Then, it turned into a lightning arc and shot towards Fang Lang!

Fang Lang was startled, but after that small sword was extremely quiet, it hovered quietly beside Fang Lang, as if waiting for the flop.

Fang Lang let out a breath, but suddenly, sonic booms exploded.

The small swords in the grids of the bookshelves shot quickly, and they were all floating quietly behind Fang Lang's side.

The sonic boom shot, and then became quiet.

Unconsciously, Fang Lang's floating exercises were increasing.

The rank of the exercise technique can be determined according to the light emitted by the exercise technique. The brighter the light, the higher the rank of the exercise technique!

Fang Lang even saw group after group of exercises that looked like a high-beam lamp, breaking through other exercises and squeezing in front of him.

Fang Lang was stunned, feeling that his surroundings turned into a sea of ​​light!

He was surrounded by exercises!

What are you doing?

I don’t need exercises anymore.

But in this case, will you not be able to get out of this building without choosing one?

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Outside the hidden sword building.

Elder Ji and Wen Ting, as well as the old senior sitting on the top of the building, also cast their eyes on the Jianqi mirror in front of them.

What is projected in the mirror is the situation of many disciples in the Tibetan Sword Tower.

"Forty-two motivating exercises, acceptable, next."

Elder Ji glanced, then waved his hand, the picture changed to another disciple, and the light in the sword gas mirror instantly dimmed.

"Eighteen motivating exercises can only match one Huangjie exercise at most."

Elder Ji kept commenting on it.

Then the picture turned, and Liu Bubai's figure appeared, with the surrounding light extremely bright.

"Huh? One hundred and nine motivating exercises? This child is only ordinary, but the affinity of the exercises is good. It should be able to pick a profound level exercise, worth one-third of Wen Ting. "

Wen Ting is speechless, is he a unit of measurement?

Then came Ni Wen's pictures. The pictures became brighter and brighter, and the number of motivating exercises reached 300, most of which were Shuxiu exercises.

This is still the case when there are relatively few cultivation methods in the Tibetan sword building.

Elder Ji nodded in satisfaction, "Yes, a Wen Ting."

The picture in the sword air mirror changed again and turned into a scene of Jiang Linglong.

But I saw endless glare, gushing and dazzling!

Elder Ji and Wen Ting both took a breath.

"Six hundred!"

The expression of approval appeared on Elder Ji's face, "As expected, she is the daughter of King Wu. The ground-level exercises are stable, and the other, two Wen Tings."

Wen Ting "..."

Where is Fang Lang?

Both Wen Ting and Elder Ji are a little expectant and curious~www.ltnovel.com~ How many exercises can this little guy who has repeatedly created miracles arouse?

The picture in the sword air mirror turns.

The endless white light is dazzling, bright and completely white.

Such a bright light made Elder Ji and Wen Ting instantly discolored.

Above the pavilion, the old predecessor also turned "impossible!"

"Three thousand exercises are waiting for you, there is a problem with this child!"

Elder Ji was dancing with scars on his face, extremely excited, "As expected of the little guy who pulled out the sword of Sect Master Taihua!"

"This is no problem! The disciple that Sect Master Taihua values, how can there be problems!"

"This son, reach ten Wen Ting!"

Wen Ting "..."

He was a little excited at first, but suddenly he felt dull.

Silently, he opened the gourd stopper and drank a sip of wolfberry tea to be shocked.

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