Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

An alien genius came to challenge Fang Lang, who really didn't know.

The meditation technique array was activated in the small courtyard to isolate all sounds. Unless Fang Lang automatically ended his practice, he wouldn't know even if the sky broke out outside.

And Jian Shuzong has a rule that when the sword pavilion disciples start the meditation technique formation, they must not be interrupted, otherwise the rules will be broken.

After all, for the disciples of Huang Jijian Pavilion, the opening of the meditation array is equivalent to practicing hard in retreat.

In the event that the righteous practice is interrupted at a critical time, and the chance is broken, wouldn't it be terrible, so there is this rule.

Therefore, Fang Lang in the small courtyard of seat 79th and ninth seat did not respond to the screaming alien genius on Yujian Peak.

Fang Lang at this moment has been practicing for 11 days without rest.

Shu Xiu, Wu Xiu, Sword Xiu, and San Xiu all possessed specific techniques, which actually made Fang Lang vigorous all over, and when he started practicing, it was like a perpetual motion machine, without knowing that he was exhausted.

That feeling is amazing.

Lingnian was exhausted and recovered through meditation. The physical body was exhausted. It was carried by qi and blood and reborn again.

On the eleventh day, Fang Lang was surrounded by a pile of spiritual crystal remains, which were all spiritual crystals that had been sucked up by him.

Even, the system also defined that the spirit crystals consumed by using the meditation circle are all included in the system experience value, which is good news for Fang Lang.

Although the meditation array is too slow to absorb spirit crystals, only three in one night, but it is better than nothing.

Fang Lang opened the four-fetter state, and his spiritual mind load was extremely heavy, but with the help of the newly obtained exercise method, Fang Lang's spiritual mind endure was much stronger, and he was also unscrupulous, and began to condense sword aura tirelessly.

Finally, in the early morning of the eleventh day, there was snow outside the house.

Fang Lang's Dantian cyclone shook violently, and then Fang Lang's sword energy seemed to flow through his body meridians continuously, converging into one, and gradually turned into a substantial light in Fang Lang's Dantian cyclone.

In the small courtyard, with Fang Lang's dantian as the center, there seems to be bright and dazzling!

Sword Qi Hua Gang!

Fang Lang, who closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes!

It seemed to be a meteor piercing through the night, flashed with brilliance, and a mouthful of foul breath came out of Fang Lang's mouth.

Third grade sword gang, success!

The first-rank sword apprentice cultivates spiritual energy, the second-rank sword master cultivates sword aura, and the third-rank sword gang converts sword qi into the gang, and the sword gang is hidden in the body orifice.

This is the general syllabus of the first three ranks of the sword repair profession.

Among them, the three stages of Jian Gang is a veritable process of laying the foundation, because the foundation of Jian Gang's realm shaping is very different, and this difference is mainly reflected in the exercises.

The Huang-level exercise method can only hide seventy-two orifices, the mysterious-level exercise method is only 180 orifices, and the ground-level exercise method can reach two hundred and seventy orifices!

And the higher Heavenly Rank, a Heavenly Rank technique that rarely appears in the Tang Dynasty, is said to be in the Sword Gang Realm, which can contain three hundred and sixty Apertures!

We must know that the more Gang gas reservoirs, the longer the explosion of Jianxiu, which is a qualitative change!

Before Fang Lang fought with Zhao Yu, Zhao Yu hid his thirty-six apertures, and the sword qi was endless. If Fang Lang continued to consume it, he would definitely be the first to exhaust his sword qi.

Therefore, Fang Lang threw out the small forbidden spell, and talked about it at the end of the wave.

Compared to lasting, Fang Lang is just a swordsman, really inferior to Zhao Yu.

boom!

In Fanglang Dantian, Jian Gang takes shape.

Along with the humming, the three swords hidden in the sword box on their sides came whizzing as if being pulled.

Levitating beside Fang Lang, he huffed the Jian Gang that escaped from Fang Lang's body!

Fang Lang runs the "Sutra of Ten Thousand Swords", and the four fetters are all serving for the practice of kendo at this moment.

The four figures were sitting cross-legged on Fang Lang's side, faintly drawn and stimulated by invisible Qi, making Fang Lang's consciousness extremely clear.

With the exercises turning to the extreme, there was a light spot on Fang Lang's body that started to become bright!

Fang Lang's body was densely distributed.

If you count them down, there are three hundred and sixty!

Jian Gang resuscitated three hundred and six!

Soon, the light spot calmed down, and a strand of Jian Gang in Fang Lang's Dantian Cyclone rushed into an orifice point in his arm, gradually filling it up, and Jian Gang was hidden in the orifice point, letting Fang Lang The breath is getting deeper and deeper!

And the sword intent seed in Fang Lang's dantian trembled, and a strange meaning spread out.

It seemed as if the seeds of Jianyi were about to bloom, but after all, it was still a little worse, so it stopped.

However, Fang Lang felt that his Jian Qi Jian Gang seemed to contain a vague "meaning."

Fang Lang's perception of the sword became more and more profound, as if every part of his body could be turned into a sharp sword.

This fleeting feeling made Fang Lang feel extremely far away, and at the same time extremely close.

Fang Lang only knew that grasping this feeling would definitely be good for him!

He must work hard, grasp it with great effort!

"System! Use Epiphany Card!"

Fang Lang gritted his teeth.

"Ding, the Epiphany Card has been used, and it lasts for an hour."

"I wish you a happy epiphany."

The system prompt pops up.

Suddenly, Fang Lang felt as if he had fallen into the ocean of stars, and that vague strand of "intention" suddenly became clear, as if he had torn off the veil of mystery in a brutal manner.

With the help of Epiphany Card, Fang Lang suddenly realized that this is the first stage of Ten Thousand Sword Sword Intent, an introduction to body sword!

He has only touched the threshold of the "body sword" now, and there is still some distance from the true condensed body sword level sword intent!

Opening his eyes slowly, Fang Lang's aura began to gradually converge and calm down.

The hard work of the eleventh day has finally gained something!

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On Yujian Peak, heavy snow fluttered.

The entire Daping was covered with a thick layer of snow, and with a roar, some snowflakes covering the trees on the peak fell off.

On the Pre-Sword Peak, Nei Zong's white-robed disciples stood there, frowning, staring at the arrogant, powerful, but **** talents of foreign races.

"Huh? Why... There is no response? Is this new class champion scared? Is he a fool?"

The alien genius in fur clothes and mink hat grinned.

Around, the talents of different races, male or female, also showed laughter, and the laughter was full of ridicule and sarcasm.

For Fang Lang, how can these foreign geniuses be unfamiliar?

That policy theory drew the Tang Dynasty world, the court was shocked inside and outside, and even spread to the frontier fortress, causing countless foreign generals to be extremely angry.

The parents of these geniuses of foreign races are all swearing about it, and even some of the strong directly drew knives and wished to fly over thousands of miles, cutting this **** new class champion!

The contradiction between the pure-blooded aliens and the Tang people has a long history.

However, the pure-blooded alien served the unfathomable Tang Emperor who sat in the temple of the Tang Dynasty.

It's not just a new champion who can only show off articles on paper!

Therefore, Jian Shuzong has become the first choice of geniuses of all races, not for anything else, just for the new champion!

At least, let him practice in Jianshu sect without any peace!

Asifal, Song Zhongcheng, brother Shu Yuehua...

The heirs of a foreign general with a thunderous reputation in the Tang Dynasty chose Jianshu Sect!

Of course, the heirs of these famous generals did not take action, but sent someone to speak first to test the depth of the waves.

On Yujian Peak, there was a sneer.

Zhao Dagang, Xue Ying and Liu Takitaki came out.

"I plan to challenge Junior Brother Fang as soon as I come?"

"Let’s not say that Junior Brother Fang started the meditation technique array in the courtyard. I can’t hear you calling at this moment. Even if I can hear you, you just want to challenge when you first come here. Are you worthy?"

Zhao Dagang was defeated by Fang Lang, holding the heavy sword at this moment, and said coldly.

Xue Ying was holding the sword box, and Liu Takitaki was tall and looked on.

"Let's talk if we win first, otherwise, don't be ashamed."

Yanagi Taki said.

They stepped forward, and although they lost to Fang Lang, as disciples of the Jianshu Sect, they couldn't see the madness of the outstanding aliens.

Although they are not even the disciples of Jiange, they are not cowardly, and their blood is still cold!

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Over Jian Shuzong.

Chao Xiaojian and many sect elders were floating, frowning, staring at the battle that is about to erupt on Yujian Peak.

The talents of the foreign races entered the sect, and sooner or later there would be a battle with the disciples of the sect. They had expected it, but never thought that this would erupt so quickly.

"The son of Asiluo Mountain, the son of Song Xianzhi, and the daughter of Ge Shu Taihang..."

"They are all ruthless characters who fight in the frontier battlefield."

"When they were in the second stage realm, they were thrown into the Demon Que to survive under pressure. It should be no problem if the disciples above Xuanji meet them. However, most of the disciples of Huangji Sword Pavilion have never entered the Demon Que to kill enemies, so, I'm afraid it will suffer a big loss."

One elder after another is extremely solemn.

Chao Xiaojian was holding his chest with both hands, stepping on a puddle of ice and snow on his toes, and watching quietly.

These talented geniuses of foreign race, most of the targets are directed at Fang Lang.

"This is pressure and motivation..."

Muttering to Xiaojian, Fang Lang was able to pull out the sword of the head of the senior sister, absolutely extraordinary, perhaps inherited the will of the head of senior sister, the future Sword Shu Sect might have to rely on Fang Lang.

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Over the courtyard where the strong aliens are located.

Alien powerhouses such as A Siyuan stood in the air with their eyebrows coldly facing, looking at the battle on Yujian Peak.

The expressions and breaths of a strong foreign race were ups and downs, shattering the surrounding snow.

"Fight! Fight fiercely! Play like I am waiting!"

"Even after entering the sect, my disciple is still the strongest!"

"Our disciples of all races started to learn arrows at the age of five, dared to fight beasts at the age of seven, and joined the army to kill the enemy at the age of ten... Compared with these sect disciples who live in the wind, the flowers and the snow, they are much stronger!

"Let these soft sect disciples feel the nightmare!"

The strong aliens are extremely excited.

Foreign races are good at fighting and happy fighting. If you can see your own handsome, **** abuse of the genius of the Tang sect, it will be even more refreshing and looking forward to it!

Even the leader A Siyuan, who has been calmly leading the team, is a bit excited.

Let's fight!

My cubs!

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The meditation array in the courtyard finally stopped.

Fang Lang walked out of the yard and stretched.

There was a soft knock on the door.

Fang Lang was startled and opened the door, only to find that outside the door, Jiang was wearing a veil, standing like an iceberg.

"You finally finished your practice."

Jiang Linglong said.

She stretched out her finger and pointed outside: "Foreign geniuses enter the clan and challenge you by name."

"Are you sure?"

Jiang Linglong said.

Fang Lang frowned upon hearing this, turning his head to look at Yujian Peak across the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Fang Lang didn't say anything, closed the door, and glanced at Lao Jiang.

"grasp?"

Afterwards, the obsidian sword in Fang Lang's box was unsheathed, a sword gushing in his lungs, the obsidian sword galloped out, and Fang Lang was also against the speeding obsidian sword, rising up against the sword, tearing the flying snow, soaring into the sky. Rise.

This is sure.

Jiang Linglong's veil was blown by the strong wind, her eyes were bright and picturesque.

Looking at Fang Lang, who was vomiting a breath, his eyes gradually curved into crescents.

Jian Xiu...the third rank.

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Pre-Sword Peak!

The heavy snow flew, wailing.

The red blood dyed the snow spreading red on the ground, melting a lot of snow.

Zhao Dagang was covered in blood and fell to the ground, a spear pierced his shoulder and nailed him into the snow.

Liu Takitaki's sword was pierced into the snow, and the whole person was smashed to the spot, and he wanted to get up with difficulty.

Xue Ying's face was pale, her mouth and nose were bleeding constantly.

The alien boy in fur clothes pinched her neck, and the small swords in the box were scattered all over the floor.

"too weak."

"If you were in the army, you would have died seven or eight times."

"waste."

The man in fur clothes threw Xue Ying away and threw his arms out. Xue Ying was thrown directly down the snow, and she was pulled far away in the snow. The sound of sneer echoed on the top of the peak, seeming to smash a few pieces of falling. snowflake.

Many disciples around them looked ugly, gritted their teeth, and wanted to draw their swords and rush forward, even if they knew their strength was not good enough.

The excellent cooperation among the aliens is too strong!

Orderly, with strict military discipline, Zhao Dagang and Xue Ying's team are not opponents at all, they are abused by pure play!

Zhao Yu floated from a distance, holding a sword, his handsome face was as cold as frost.

Although Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong had been beaten one after another, he was still chic, and even he was somewhat lucky.

Fortunately, in Yujian Peak today, there is another disciple of his former Huangji sword pavilion.

Although Zhao Yu knew, he might have to be beaten again when he came out.

However, he is not afraid!

At this moment, only he can stand up!

These foreign talents are coming fiercely, and Zhao Dagang dared to stand up, why didn't he dare?

"Everyone, it's too much."

Zhao Yu Jianfeng pointed at the snowy ground obliquely, the Jiangang in the acupuncture point gushing thinly, raised his chin in the snow, and said lightly.

The alien boy in fur clothes and mink hat grinned: "A decent one finally came out."

The two sides are at war, but the battle has not yet broken out.

The wind and snow all over the sky suddenly shook.

The sea of ​​clouds in the distance is shrouded in the Huangji sword pavilion in the boundless snow.

There was a voice surging.

"Brother Zhao, this is my grudge."

In the sea of ​​clouds, Fang Lang roared with obsidian swords all over his body, and his Qingyi flew up, with a sword gang and an imperial sword, standing on the sea of ​​clouds, like an immortal and dusty.

"They are looking for me."

"Eight hundred seats in Huangji Sword Pavilion, Fang Lang."

"Wait, come to fight."

Fang Lang's voice surged, shattering countless snowflakes.

His eyes saw Zhao Dagang who had been nailed in the snow, and the seriously injured Liu Takitaki and Xue Ying, and his expression became more and more cold.

On the Pre-Sword Peak, Zhao Yu turned his head, and many Nei Zong disciples looked over with joy and worry.

Among the crowd of talented foreigners, an extremely handsome man raised his eyebrows. He was Song Zhongcheng's son, Song Xianzhi.

"When you first entered the third grade sword gang, the qi is uncertain."

"The new champion, but so."

"Qu He, go."

The young man in fur clothes and sable hat grinned, immediately abandoned Zhao Yu, and began to run wildly in Yujian Peak, and the ground was soaring.

Bang!

The fierce qi and blood spurted, causing Feixue to melt, and a curved sword hidden in a leather sheath from the boy's waist was drawn out, and it turned into a **** dragon in the white snow!

He jumped up, Jian Gang gushing, and even more engulfed with unparalleled murderous aura!

"The new champion?!"

"I played the new champion!"

This momentum, this murderous, this outrageous!

Many inner disciples on Yujian Peak changed their faces!

On the Huangji sword pavilion, one by one wielded the sword, and the many sword pavilion brothers and sisters who watched the battle were also solemn.

This is a ruthless character!

Jiang Linglong held Ji Xue with his veil flying, and looked lightly.

The sea of ​​clouds seemed to be torn apart, and the alien boy Quhe fell on the floating island, and countless snowflakes were trampled on!

The curved sword in his hand was pulled up, stepping on the snow, causing countless slush to roll up.

He leaned forward, his sword gushing, his sword... was bloody!

Fang Lang came from the sea of ​​clouds and landed on the floating island.

Facing the fierce Qu He as desperately fighting.

Raised his hand.

A gust of wind blew Fang Lang's Tsing Yi and Wufa.

In the next instant, Fang Lang's sword gang surged and his aura surged!

The palm snaps!

Without reservation, one shot is a killer move!

Switch the four bond states!

Spiritual volatility!

Countless falling snow was blown to pieces, the Guiyuan sword in the Fanglang box trembled for a while, and the next moment, with a "shoo", it shot out its sheath!

Instantly rushed into the sky, into the vast snow!

Qu He constantly dived, dived, and grinned. He was finally about to become the first child of the clan to tear this **** new class champion's stinky mouth!

call out!

Slush, blood, murder!

Continuous line.

Qu He approached Fang Lang Qizhang, Wuzhang, Sanzhang!

Jumped up, kicking up a thousand piles of snow!

It turned into a blood dragon holding a curved sword, approaching Fang Lang.

however.

Fang Lang stared lightly.

Join the **** together to form a sword finger and swipe down gently.

It is an understatement, like a splash of ink.

Next moment!

On the Pre-Sword Peak, the strangers of the foreign races changed their colors!

See you!

Above the sky covered by heavy snow, a thunder light seemed to pour down from nine days!

fast! Extremely fast!

Four fetters state!

Little forbidden spell!

Everything is unparalleled fast!

Soon that Quhe's consciousness reacted, UU read www.uukanshu. Com body can't make any response!

Puff!

The alien young man Quhe was still two inches away from Fang Lang, and was suddenly penetrated by sword thunder, and was directly nailed to the ground by the Guiyuan sword flashing endless arcs of thunder, spreading into the white snow.

The ground trembled, and a deep pit was instantly hollowed out.

Countless arcs of thunder shattered the snow dust.

this moment.

Both Huangji Jiange and Yujianfeng fell into silence.

Only the sound of the sea of ​​clouds surging and heavy snow flying.

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