Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Zhao Zhenshi stood in the cloud-surging operation formation, staring at the carriage that descended from the sky.

He didn’t arrest Fang Lang because Fang Lang was a disciple of Taihua Sword Immortal. The Lian Huijian was still stuck in the Dao Mausoleum. Fang Lang came this time to draw his sword. If he hurt Fang Lang, he would be afraid Will cause Lianhuijian's reaction.

However, apart from Fang Lang, if everyone else wants to enter the Dao Sect so arrogantly, they have to pay a price!

The four elders soared into the sky, the horrible aura, as if the entire mountain top was abruptly changed, the clouds were surging, and the mountains and rivers changed color!

These are four extremely powerful monks.

Shuxiu upper fourth-rank realm, fifth-rank human curse, sixth-rank earth curse, seventh-rank heaven curse, eighth-rank forbidden curse...

The four elders of the Dao Sect are all in the Seven-Rank Heaven Curse Realm, and they are also using the Dao Sect's extremely powerful five-element spell formation at this moment!

This five-element art array is not comparable to An Fan's kind of art that has mastered the fur.

As soon as the magic circle came out, a vision appeared, as if the world was destroyed!

At this moment, all the disciples who were about to rush towards Dao Ling stopped one after another, and Fang Lang changed his expression and raised his head.

For the senior at the blacksmith shop, Fang Lang also didn't know how strong the opponent was.

However, to be respected by Chao Xiaojian, I think the strength should not be weak.

The carriage fell, and the four elders hovered around the carriage. The four magic formations seemed to seal the east, west, north, and south, and wanted to crush the carriage.

On the carriage, Zao Wou-ki, who was in the fifth-rank martial arts realm, was full of energy and blood, and only felt a huge pressure, making him almost breathless!

Zhao Zhenshi held his hand, his robes were flying, staring at the void.

Looking at the carriage that was about to be crushed, he heard a burst of laughter.

"Hahaha..."

"Zhao Longshi is not in the Dao Sect, but you Zhao Zhenshi is very domineering?"

"The old man has been fighting iron for many years, and he has never done anything before. In this world, have you forgotten the old man's fierce name?"

"Back then, Taihua alone pressured the Dao Sect. Today...I Huang Zhihe also came to appreciate the coquettishness."

The words fall.

But seeing the curtain of the carriage opened, revealing a face full of folds like the roots of Huanglian, with a faint smile on the face, and slowly stretched out his hand.

In an instant!

A hammer appeared on that hand!

A hammer covered with mottled sword marks!

Fang Lang looked up, his eyes bright.

But I saw that on top of a hammer, an endless sword intent burst out!

The old man sat in the carriage, grabbed the hammer in one hand, and moved up. The hammer was as sharp as a sword!

The magic formation that transformed the dragon's entrenchment in the mountains was hit by a hammer in an instant, and the invisible air wave spread out in ripples, setting off a strong wind!

Like being penetrated from top to bottom by a magical front!

The elder of the Dao Sect instantly turned pale, gushing out a big mouthful of blood, and his whole person fell back onto the square like a lightning strike, and the blue bricks under him were broken and sunken like blooming flowers.

But the old man flicked his fingers lightly, and the heavy sword intent smashed out again with the heavy hammer.

Four surgical arrays, four hammers blast!

The four elders of the Dao Sect smashed down on the square one after another.

As soon as the pressure on Zao Wou-ki was released, he drove the carriage and landed quietly on the square.

The hammer disappeared, the carriage curtains dropped, and everything returned to its original calm appearance.

Four or four elders changed their expressions inexplicably, and there was fear flowing deep in their eyes. When they saw the hammer covered with mottled sword marks, they knew who the shot was.

Zhao Zhenshi stared at the carriage from the sea of ​​clouds.

"One Hammer Sword Fairy, Huang Zhihe."

"Unexpectedly, Chao Xiaojian actually invited you old ghost out of the mountain."

"But you weren't defeated by Xuanyuan Taihua many years ago, why did you help Xuanyuan Taihua?"

Zhao Zhen Shidao.

He knew that Huang Zhihe had left his hand, otherwise the four elders of the Seventh Stage Heavenly Curse Realm would be killed by Huang Zhihe.

The fierce name of the sword immortal is not a vain name.

This person originally used an epee, with a sword like a hammer, and a hammer with one hand, smashing the world's masters.

So far, this old thing is still hanging on the wanted list of the Ministry of War.

However, in fact, it's just a nickname. After all, this person is not a rapist, but because this person is related to the remnants of the previous dynasty, he is wanted.

Of course, the court didn't take it too seriously. Whether it can be caught or not, it's all the same.

A Ninth-Rank master requires too much manpower and material resources to catch him, and Huang Zhihe has always been retiring, so he basically left it alone.

A thin hand reached out from the carriage and lifted the curtain.

Ni Wen helped the old man to get out of the carriage.

Zao Wou-ki stood quietly on his side.

The old man Huang Zhihe glanced at Zhao Zhenshi, who was standing in the sea of ​​clouds, and said: "Old people like it, you know what a fart."

Zhao Zhenshi: "..."

After a glance at the four elders who had just been broken by the formation and were seriously injured, Zhao Zhenshi understood that Huang Laogui still didn't want to tear his face.

"Zhao Zhenshi, the old man would like to see Fang Xiaozi and your Dao Sect disciples climbing a thousand-step ladder, can you?"

"Don't refuse, the old man can't be irritated. Once rejected, the old man can't help but hit your mountain gate with a hammer!"

"Zhao Longshi is not here, you Xiao Zhao, you may not be able to hold the old man down."

With Ni Wen's support, the old man spoke extremely cruel things in a weak and involuntary appearance.

Zhao Zhenshi stared at the old ghost Huang for a long time, and snorted coldly: "If you like to see it, you can watch it, but you can't enter the Great Mausoleum, otherwise...why leave you an old ghost today!"

"You Xiao Zhao, you are quite arrogant, nothing else, the old man is just a weak old man. What bad thoughts can he have."

"I just want to watch the show."

"I just want to see Xiao Fang pull out Taihua's sword."

Huang Zhihe said with a smile.

Zhao Zhenshi stroked his beard: "Then wait for this kid to pass the many disciples of my Dao Sect in the thousand-step ladder."

"If you don't even have the qualifications to enter the Great Dao Mausoleum, then even Taihua Jianxian himself can't say anything."

far away.

Fang Lang was also relieved when he saw the old man crush the four powerful Dao Sect elders.

Although Fang Lang used the scan, he knew that this senior was definitely not weak.

But, after all, it was the first sect of the Tang Dynasty, the Dao Sect, which was fighting against.

Despite the deterrence of Taihua Sword Immortal, if Dao Zong really broke his face in a battle, it would be choking.

Now that Ni Wen and Senior Huang were intact, Fang Lang followed the torrent of Dao Sect's disciples and marched towards the antique stone path.

An Fan and Li Yuanzhen could not help appearing beside Fang Lang.

"Unexpectedly, so soon, you and I will meet again."

An Fan looked at Fang Lang and said with a smile.

In the battle for resources, Fang Lang's series of designs just stabbed him, which An Fan had never expected.

Li Yuanzhen stared at Fang Lang with an inexplicably complicated expression.

He was cast a psychological shadow by Fang Lang.

"However, your arrival allowed Dadao Mausoleum to be opened in advance. We have to thank you. However, there is no hope for you in the battle of a thousand-step ladder."

An Fan chatted with Fang Lang with a smile.

While chatting, the two came to the holy land of Dadaozong, at the foot of Dadao Mausoleum.

Looking up, you can see a mountain hidden among the clouds. The mountain is extremely magnificent, shrouded in endless sunlight, and exudes unique meaning.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a huge archway portal, above the archway, the words "Dadao Ling" are written.

Crossing the gate of the archway, you can see the thousand-meter-long cyan stone steps looming in the curling clouds, straight into the mountain peaks in the clouds.

Densely crowded Dao Zong disciples dressed in azure blue robes gathered in the open space in front of the archway, crowded and full of enthusiasm.

For the disciples of the Dao Sect, every opening of the Dao Mausoleum is a grand gathering.

Because disciples of the Dao Sect in the Lower Fourth Stage can only wait for the opening of the Dao Mausoleum, even if it is a genius like An Fan who is half-step into the fifth stage.

Zhao Zhenshi came on foot.

In the distance, Ni Wen supported Huang Zhihe, and also stopped in the distance, looking quietly.

An elder from the Dao Sect also appeared, staring at the steps hidden under the clouds and the peaks of the Dao Mausoleum.

Zhao Zhenshi raised his hand and invited a dozen disciples, and An Fan was among them.

These dozens of disciples are all disciples of the Dao Sect's 4th Stage 9th Stage Dharma Realm, and their cultivation bases are the same as An Fan.

Zhao Zhenshi's eyes were deep, with a little expectation: "You should be clear about the reason for the opening of the Dao Mausoleum, right?"

"Fang Lang's son is no more than the third rank. You have been practicing in the clan for many years. This time you climbed the ladder and grabbed the top ten at the fastest speed."

"Compared with Fang Lang, you should have an advantage!"

"Fang Lang is one person and half the Dao Sect this time in the tomb. If he loses, just forget it. If he wins, you will all be a joke!"

Every disciple of the Dao Sect laughed.

They are all the pinnacles of the Fourth Stage, how could they lose to Fang Lang?

"Go! Crush this for me!"

Zhao Zhenshi said solemnly.

All the disciples did not smile at the hippies, they were all arrogant.

In the open space under the gate of the archway, the disciples of the second, third, and fourth grades of the Dao Zong have set foot, all gearing up, waiting to climb.

Fang Lang carried a sword box in a white suit, which seemed a bit dazzling and unusual.

An Fan came to Fang Lang and looked at Fang Lang deeply. There was no smile on his face.

"In the resource war, you relied on strategy to win me, but this time I climb the tomb, I will let you understand the gap between us."

"The third grade... after all, it is only the third grade."

far away.

Zhao Zhenshi squeezed a talisman in his hand and threw it up abruptly. The talisman burst, and in an instant, the curling clouds were lifted like a curtain.

"Open the mountain, climb the tomb!"

The words fall.

An Fan withdrew his gaze from Fang Lang, his blue robe flew up, stepping out and stepping on the thousand-meter-long blue stone ladder.

Thousands of disciples of the Dao Zong are all moving at the same time.

It is like a line of river tide that meets the water and the sky, and the huge waves rise up!

And Fang Lang is in this line of blue, a touch of white.

Li Yuanzhen turned his head and stared at Fang Lang across dozens of disciples.

Repeated failures made him suffer, but this time ascending the cloud ladder into the mausoleum, the test was the understanding of the operation formation. This is what Li Yuanzhen is best at, and he will not lose to Fang Lang again!

Fang Lang is just a sword repairer, he knows a fart technique!

A rare courage to compete with one another emerged in the Li Yuanzhen Center, and then stepped up the ladder.

...

...

"System, open the five **** state!"

"Ding, the bond status has been successfully switched, I wish you a happy practice!"

Fang Lang switched his fetters, carrying his hands on his back, hunting in white clothes, and stepping on the first step of the ladder. In an instant, he only felt that the magic circle was triggered.

The cyan stone steps were covered with moss, and all the dust fell out. If you look closely, you can see the lines like cracks under the dense moss. These lines are intertwined to form a profound art formation.

The picture in front of him changed, and a complex art formation was intertwined in the sea of ​​his knowledge. The lines of the art formation were complex and changeable. Fang Lang needed to find the mistakes in the art formation before he could climb the ladder.

Fang Lang's spiritual thought spread out and enveloped the magic array. Although he didn't know much about the magic array, Fang Lang's spiritual thought was not weak after all.

Soon, under investigation with spiritual thoughts, he found the loopholes in the operation array.

Raising his hand, using Lingnian as a pen, made a stroke on the art array.

boom!

The magic array disappeared, and a wisp of unsearchable spiritual thought was involved in Fang Lang's sea of ​​consciousness, making the spiritual thought stronger.

Climbing the ladder is a chance and it has great benefits.

Fang Lang was overjoyed, and a second cyan stone staircase emerged in front of him.

And Fang Lang stepped on the second ladder and raised his eyes to look, but his discoloration changed slightly, but he saw that at least five hundred disciples were already standing densely on the second ladder.

Going up, on the third ladder and even the fourth ladder, there are already disciples standing quietly.

Fang Lang saw An Fan, but he saw An Fan calmly, standing on the fourth ladder, beside him there were a few disciples of the Fourth Stage of Dao Sect.

Under An Fan, on the third ladder, Li Yuanzhen frowned slightly, trying to crack the magic array.

How to play this? !

Although Fang Lang's skill cultivation realm was not weak, he did not have much research on the skill formation.

Even if the **** state is turned on, the problem-solving speed is slightly better than that of ordinary disciples, but compared with the real genius, it can be too much effort.

far away.

Zhao Zhenshi brushed his beard, and the surrounding elders of the Dao Sect looked at Fang Lang who had just stepped on the second ladder, and couldn't help but smile.

Fang Lang is too arrogant.

Really think that a thousand-step ladder is so easy to climb?

Also dare to compete with the genius disciples of Dao Sect who specialize in art formation.

Although Fang Lang minored in Shu Dao, Fang Lang's real major was in Sword Dao. He only learned about sword repair, and he knew how to do it!

With regard to Fang Lang's speed in solving the skill formation, he tried to make the top ten in vain, which is simply wishful thinking.

Zhao Zhenshi let out a sigh, and laughed in his heart that he paid too much attention to it, and he was worried that Fang Lang could get his hands on the top ten.

Although Fang Lang's speed was slightly faster than that of ordinary disciples, at this speed, Fang Langneng was lucky for the top 100.

And the other side.

Seeing Fang Lang's speed, Zao Wou-ki slapped his face, as if he couldn't bear to look straight and couldn't stand it.

Ni Wen pursed her mouth and clenched her fists.

Huang Lao shook his head: "Zhao Zhenshi is really an old fox. He was able to force Fang Lang back without blood, and not let him draw his sword, but it was in line with the wishes of Dao Sect."

After all, Fang Lang was a sword repairer, and he was embarrassed by climbing a thousand-step ladder and cracking the magic formation.

Time passed bit by bit.

Above the stone path stained with moss.

Fang Lang stopped and cracked it. There seemed to be five phantoms appearing all over his body, looking for loopholes in the art circle.

The magic array was cracked, the eighty-second ladder, a ray of spiritual thought was absorbed by him again, and Fang Lang felt that his spiritual thought had increased a lot.

As Fang Lang looked at, An Fan had already reached one hundred and fifty ladders, and Li Yuanzhen had also reached one hundred ladders...

The gap is getting bigger and bigger!

Fang Lang also knew that this would not work. His speed of solving the problem was not bad, but compared with the Dao Sect disciples, he was only in the middle and upper reaches.

The top ten must be no show!

"How to do?!"

Fang Lang frowned.

It seems that we have to work harder!

It is too slow for him to break through the battle alone, in that case...

"System, use dual repair card!"

"Double repair target...Ni Wen!"

Fang Lang said.

"Ding~www.ltnovel.com~Double repair card has been used."

"I wish you a happy practice!"

Buzzing...

With the use of the double repair card, Fang Lang's side, vaguely, seemed to condense a vague figure, which was similar to Ni Wen.

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Of course, people around can't see it, only Fang Lang can see it.

Fang Lang doesn’t have much research on art formations, but Xiao Wenzi is different. In Jianshu Sect, in order to study the art of swordsmanship, he has studied a lot of art formations. Moreover, Ni Wen also has the bloodline talent Lingtong, breaking the formation. faster!

My Fang Lang has never been fighting alone!

Sprint, girl!

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