Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

The snow is flying, the higher the mountain, the more snow.

On the top of the Shu Mountain, among the four peaks that symbolize the Siji sword pavilion, there is a sound of breaking through the sky, tearing the clouds and white snow.

The disciples who were in white clothes surpassed the snow, breathed out a sword breath from the heart, and brought the power of wind and thunder, and the disciples who went out of the mountain with their swords, are as unrestrained as those who are out of the pavilion.

Fang Lang, who changed into the white clothes of Jian Shuzong's disciple, walked out of the courtyard and saw Jiang Linglong holding an oiled paper umbrella and blocking the flying snow.

The girl is also in white clothes, like a lotus on the water.

The two raised their heads, and the flying seniors and sisters above their heads turned into swords of light, like ten thousand swords returning to the sect, and they galloped toward the Daping of Shu Mountain.

Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong looked at each other and smiled, then the two of them also exhaled sword energy from the bottom of their hearts, and the sword came out of the yellow pole!

It is like the rivers flowing into the sea, into the torrent of swords of many senior brothers and sisters.

Jian Shuzong, Shushan Daping.

All the snow on the Daping was cleaned up. On a platform on the Daping, he stood facing Xiaojian in white with white snow, with his chest open and his belly exposed. In this cold snow, it seemed a bit unruly and dazzling.

Elder Ji, Wen Ting, and other powerful Jianshu sects were also standing by their sides. They raised their heads and looked at the disciples of Jianshu sect who came from the torn wind and snow, with a smile on their faces.

Except for the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion who have been fighting and practicing in the demon que all the year round, other disciples of the sword pavilion, as well as those who have not entered the sword pavilion, have all gathered.

Thousands of white clothes gathered together, and the picture was quite shocking. Some disciples who hadn't seen it for a long time looked at each other tacitly.

Some asked about the progress of the cultivation base, while others agreed to join the team to enter the monster fault next time. The atmosphere was harmonious, but it dispelled the chill of the snow-covered mountains.

Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong approached with swords, and they were called by the elder Ji and Wen Jiao.

Liu Bubai and Ni Wen had already stayed there.

"Have you heard about the Qianlong Resource War?"

Wen Ting looked at Fang Lang and asked with a smile.

Then, without waiting for Fang Lang to speak, he introduced the details of Qianlong's resource warfare and its importance to Jianshu Sect.

It's similar to what Xiao Lingjian said, but in more detail.

"Isn't there half a year left in the Qianlong resource war?"

Jiang Linglong asked suddenly.

Elder Ji on the side spoke, "The edict that just came from Chang'an, Emperor Tang said, this year's Qianlong Resource War will be held together with the Holy Emperor's Birthday Celebration."

"Therefore, there are only less than ten days left before the Qianlong resource war."

Fang Lang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this, "So anxious?"

"Originally, only new disciples can participate in Qianlong's resource warfare, because new disciples have the lowest influence on resources, which is just half a year, but this time because Emperor Tang spoke, the resource war was advanced."

"However, the impact is not significant."

"And...this time the Qianlong resource battle, Emperor Tang personally ordered that at least one foreign genius of the participating teams of each sect should join the battle and be led by an old disciple."

"Therefore, this time the Qianlong resource war cannot be said to be a Qianlong. The difficulty will be much higher than before, and the uncertainty and risk factors will be much higher."

Elder Ji spoke in a low voice.

Fang Lang and others were lost in thought, but they were too late to ask.

Chao Xiaojian on the porch spoke, and the content was the same as Elder Ji said. He mentioned the upcoming Qianlong resource war, and he needed to select an old disciple from the sect to participate and join the team. , Participate in resource wars together.

It is no wonder that many disciples must be gathered in Daping, Shushan.

There was a rustling discussion on Daping, and then, after passing the screening, the chief of Xuanji Jiange was elected.

Because the cultivation bases of the disciples of Diji and Tianji Sword Pavilion surpassed the lower four, only the chief Xuanji was qualified to participate.

Fang Lang's gaze cast over.

From the list information given by Xiao Lingjian, he knew the name of the chief of the Xuanji sword pavilion, Huang Ying, the pinnacle of the fourth rank sword artistic conception.

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Age: 25

Cultivation: Nine Duan Sword Artistic Conception

Roots: 22 (gold)

Introduction: She once dreamed of going to the world with a sword

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The information was presented in front of Fang Lang's eyes, and the roots were also very good, and they were also golden roots, but they were a bit worse than the study.

This is a senior sister.

It is said that Fang Lang had a fate, it was the senior sister who came to greet him when he asked Jian Dabi before.

I met with the warming study, and now it seems that this senior sister came here to take the warming study specially.

Gee, it's tricky.

Fang Lang glanced at Wen Jiaxi, but saw that Wen Jiaxiu calmly took a sip of wolfberry tea in the gourd.

And this time gathering many disciples was not just to screen out the old disciples who participated in the Qianlong Resource War. He carried his hand to Xiaojian, glanced at the many disciples below, and took a deep breath, saying: "After the Qianlong Resource War, It is the sect sequence fighting for the front... This year, many kendo sects such as the Donglu Jianzong and the Nanhai Sword Sect are coming up aggressively."

"Er wait, don't let any slack."

"In the Tang Dynasty, when it comes to the swordsmanship sect, I am the only one, Jianshu! Jianshu was once the first, and one day, Jianshu will be the first again!"

The voice of Chao Xiaojian smashed the wind and snow all over the sky.

The disciples of Jianshu in white clothes on Daping's eyes were shining like fire in the heavy snow.

"Meditate, everyone, sit down."

When the mobilization of Chao Xiaojian was over, with a flick of the sleeves, there seemed to be a sword intent under the big flat, which was held up like a flower.

Above the Daping, the disciples were sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Fang Lang, Jiang Linglong and other new disciples didn't understand, Elder Ji quickly reminded: "Sitting in the same place, the Chaozong chief has preached, listen carefully, this is of great help to you."

"A preaching of the top ninth grade in the Tang Dynasty is an enjoyment and opportunity for anyone."

Even Elder Ji is cross-legged.

Fang Lang, Jiang Linglong, Ni Wen and Liu Bubai sit cross-legged.

The world was silent, and the wind and snow suddenly stopped.

Chao Xiaojian wins Xuexue in white, bohemian, scans many disciples, cross-legged on the platform, and slowly speaks.

The spiritual mind blessing in the voice formed a unique connotation and fluctuation, as if to bring every disciple into a magnificent world of kendo.

Chao Xiaojian is explaining his understanding of swords, which can help every disciple have a deeper understanding of swordsmanship.

And before listening to the sermon, Fang Lang chose to bind the curricula.

"System, bound object... Wen Ting."

"Ding! System testing..."

"Ding, it will take seven days to detect the fettered object's cultivation into a nine-duan sword mood, is it bound?"

The system prompt pops up.

Fang Lang raised his eyebrows, only seven days?

This binding time is shorter than expected.

It took him three days to bind the old **** of the eight-stage swordsman when he was a five-stage swordsman. Logically speaking, he should have been bound to the warming education for longer.

Maybe...because of the "virtuality" of warming up?

"Ding! The detection host has a punch card × 1, and a punch card fragment × 2, which can offset seven days."

After thinking about it, Fang Lang chose to exchange and bind.

"Ding! Successful binding, I wish you a happy practice!"

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Fetters: Wen Ting

Age: 28

Modification: Nine Duan Jianyi

Roots: 89 (gold)

Practice speed: 18 lower-grade spirit crystals/hour

[The current state of the fettered object, feed the sword with the body...]

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Fang Lang glanced at Wen Ting's basic information, there was no such strange thing as blood talent.

But there was an introduction to solve Fang Lang's confusion.

Originally, Fang Lang had always been very curious. He shouldn't be twenty-eight years old because he has such roots in warming up. It is only a sword mood.

It now appears that it is related to this "feeding the sword with the body".

Of course, it's also because the cultivation base of the warm-up study is not high, otherwise it would be really difficult to bind.

These roots are already one of a million.

Bind Wen Ting as a fetter, and it didn't take long.

Fang Lang kept the remaining bond position to see if there was any suitable target for this Qianlong resource battle.

Fang Lang switched to the five fetters, and his perception ability was greatly improved in an instant.

Listening to the preaching towards Xiaojian, the world seemed to stand still, and only the principles of kendo were spreading, like a brilliant flower blooming in the heart of every Sword Shu sect disciple, benefiting a lot, kendo Suddenly, the doubts in the book became clear.

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The next day.

The heavy snow stopped, and the long-lost warm sunshine shed from the sky, warm and letting people feel lazy.

On the martial arts field, white clothes are like white lotus blooming in the sun.

Fang Lang, Jiang Linglong, Ni Wen, and Liu Bubai packed up their bags and stood at the Yujian Peak martial arts ground, waiting to go to Chang'an together.

This trip to Chang'an will not only participate in the Qianlong Resource War, but also participate in the Holy Emperor's Birthday Celebration.

Elder Ji, Wen Ting, and Chao Xiaojian descended from the sky as Jianhua and landed on the martial arts field.

In the distance, the old disciple Huang Ying, carrying a sword box, tied her black hair, came slowly.

And beside her, there was a wild figure, who was an alien genius who joined the team this time.

Fang Lang was startled, because he discovered that this alien genius was exactly the alien girl brother Shu Yuehua who had his clavicle hammered by him without martial ethics.

The girl was wild, but after changing into the white shirt, a disciple of Jian Shuzong, she looked much more quiet and elegant.

She grinned, showing her little tiger teeth, but staring at Fang Lang's eyes was very unkind.

Her injury was completely healed, after all, it was just a skin trauma. It was basically unharmed after a pill, but that kind of spiritual trauma is difficult to heal in a short time.

"This time everyone is participating in the resource war on behalf of Jian Shuzong, and we need to make peace and work together."

Chao Xiaojian said.

On the martial arts arena, he flicked his sleeves towards the small sword, and the sword intent rose up, wrapped around the bodies of the disciples, broke into the clouds, and flew over the sunny sea of ​​clouds.

It turned into a sword rainbow, pulled out the sword Qi rainbow, and galloped freely.

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"The resource war is jointly responsible by the Ministry of Rites of the Tang Dynasty and Dali Temple. Most sects in the world are eligible to participate, including the second-rate, first-class and ten top sects, totaling more than 300 sects."

The center of power in the Tang Dynasty, the ancient city shrouded in heavy snow, gradually appeared in the eyes of Fang Lang and others.

Familiar ancient city, familiar taste.

From the end of the scientific expedition to the present, in half a month, Fang Lang returned to Chang'an!

And Huang Ying, who had participated in the resource war, was explaining the rules of the resource war to Fang Lang and other new pink disciples.

Huang Ying is a very gentle woman, like a gentle big sister to everyone, only when she faces Wen Ting, she has a cold face.

"Senior Sister, this resource war...will you die?"

On the side, the brother Shu Yuehua, who was grinning, asked.

Huang Ying glanced at her brother Shu Yuehua. She didn't treat her differently because she was a foreign race. She still smiled gently, but her face looked a little serious: "The war on resources is different from the scientific examinations of college students, because they are fighting Resources are competing for interests, which involve disputes over cultivation."

"In the process of contention, it will naturally go all out, so life and death are unpredictable."

"However, the imperial court will send the strong from Dali Temple to maintain order and minimize deaths."

After Huang Ying finished speaking, everyone fell silent, and the atmosphere seemed a lot heavier.

"Cultivation is seeking longevity, but death is the ultimate destination of practice."

Looking at the crowd towards Xiaojian, he said lightly.

"Don't worry, Senior Sister, I will do my best to protect you." Huang Ying smiled softly and said.

There was a touch of firmness in his eyes.

Around Chang'an City, there are all kinds of Huaguang flying by.

There are magnificent and luxurious flying swords, handsome horses pulling a speeding carriage, and huge roulettes sweeping across the sky.

It is as if hundreds of rivers merge into the sea, pulling traces one after another on the sky, converging into the city of Chang'an.

In front of the ancient and majestic Chang'an City.

A stream of light fell, because the iron law of Chang'an City was in the sky, and it was not allowed to enter the city from the sky. Therefore, the strong men of each sect all fell in front of the city gate.

The snow in front of the city gate has been swept away, exposing a large open space.

With the fall of the strong sect, people gathered together.

The gates of Chang'an City were closed tightly, and on the tower, the guards in armor coldly carried swords.

Fang Lang looked around in the team and saw many familiar figures.

For example, Ximen Xianxian, who joined Ji Yuanguan, Li Yuanzhen, who was blown up by his saucy routines, and Wei Sheng, who was honest and honest.

"Brother Lang! Let's meet again, will Jiaofang have an appointment tonight?"

Ximen Xianxian spread out the paper fan and warmly invited.

Unfortunately, Fang Lang refused mercilessly, and Ximen Xianxian shook his head regretfully.

In the crowd, Wei Sheng also saw Fang Lang and smiled honestly at Fang Lang. Around him, a burly companion looked curiously.

Only half a month has passed since Datang's scientific research, and they are still curious about this fancy champion Lang Ke.

boom!

A sharp sword flower swept over quickly, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.

"East Lu Jianzong's team is here."

Huang Ying said.

"East Lu Jianzong can be said to be our biggest competitor in this resource war."

Huang Ying's expression was serious.

To Xiaojian's white clothes and white hair, he glanced lightly.

The sword qi dissipated, and the sword sage Nanye of Donglu appeared coldly, with the same eyebrow.

The smile on Fang Lang's face disappeared and he glanced at Nan Yehuo, staring at his once severed arm for a while.

Nan Yehuo's stared face grew colder.

Next to Nan Yehuo was the team of Donglu Jianzong this time.

Huang Ying saw the old disciple of Donglu Jianzong's leader, her expression condensed slightly.

"It's actually Lin Muzhe, the most famous genius of the Eastern Lu Jianzong this time! It is said that a dead sword immortal inherited from the Donglu Sword Tomb!"

Hearing that there was a genius, Fang Lang suddenly became interested, swept his gaze, and threw a scan directly.

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Age: 23

Modification: Nine Duan Jianyi

Roots: 79 (gold)

Introduction: Don’t think about it, her hatred towards you is so amazing

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Fang Lang was startled immediately, his roots are not bad, but this introduction...

On the side, Wen Ting lazily said, "Don't look, she has a younger brother named Lin Yun, isn't he pleasantly surprised?"

Fang Lang was speechless when he heard the words, he finally understood the meaning of the system introduction.

Lin Muzhe seemed to feel Fang Lang's line of sight, coldly looking at him, across the sky and the earth falling from a petal of snow.

Puff!

The flying snow in his sight was instantly crushed.

Crunch...

As many sect teams gathered, the city gate of Chang'an slowly opened.

In Chang'an City, many greeted people came out.

Princess Pei is wearing a red cloak, UU reading www.uukānshu. com rushed out with excitement, followed by Zao Wou-ki and the cool Pei Liao. They came out to greet them.

Jiang Linglong suddenly smiled when she saw the appearance of her mother.

It is also two steps forward, ready to welcome the mother's enthusiasm.

"Ah! Xiaolang is here, are there any new poems lately?"

However, the princess Pei directly missed Jiang Linglong, and leaned in front of Fang Lang, stomping small steps, rubbing her hands with breath, and exclaimed excitedly.

Jiang Linglong froze in place, wearing a veil, his eyes became colder and colder like an iceberg.

The snow around is a little heavy.

Ah.

This mother, don't worry.

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