Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Changan.

In front of Prince Wu's Mansion, a luxurious carriage stalled, and two graceful figures emerged from the mansion.

Jiang Linglong and Princess Pei entered the luxurious carriage together. Because the coachman Zao Wou-ki was lent to Fang Lang by Jiang Linglong, the current carriage driver has been replaced by a fourth-rank martial artist.

The wheel of the carriage turned, ran over the bluestone streets of Chang'an, rolled up the fallen leaves, followed the Vermilion Bird Gate, and headed into the imperial city.

Entering the imperial city, getting off the luxurious chariot, Jiang Linglong wearing a veil, supporting Princess Pei, and walking together in the secluded deep palace.

After a while, arriving at a palace, Princess Pei patted Jiang Linglong's hand and said with a smile: "Ling'er, you go, mother go to the noble concubine, you can learn swordsmanship from your aunt. Without grasping the essence, Xiao Fang is getting stronger and stronger now. If you don't work hard, you will be left behind."

Princess Pei could see through Jiang Linglong's mind at a glance. This girl entered the palace with her today, not just to visit the concubines in the deep palace, but to learn swords.

Jiang Linglong's four seasons swordsmanship was not taught by King Jiang Wu, but from the one in the palace.

Jiang Linglong's star-like eyes bent into crescents, and then bid farewell to the princess Pei, and walked toward the side hall of the palace.

Soon, I saw a courtyard in the palace.

Outside the courtyard, there were no eunuchs and no guards, but invisible, there was a terrifying breath spreading.

Jiang Linglong stood quietly outside the courtyard.

"Auntie, Linger, please see me." Jiang Linglong yelled softly.

Then, a force surged like a breeze, and the gate of the courtyard opened naturally.

"come in."

Jiang Linglong stepped into the yard.

In the yard, there is a cave, but there is a small lake. The water in the lake is green and glowing with microwave light. A corner of the lake is dotted with lotus leaves and green lotus roots are looming in it.

Over the lake, there are all kinds of exotic birds flying high, even in winter, it gives people a feeling of refreshing on earth.

There is a bamboo house by the lake. Outside the bamboo house, two people are sitting opposite each other. A teapot is boiling hot water in front of him, and the fragrance of tea is spreading.

One of them was the person who taught Jiang Linglong the four seasons swordsmanship, Jiang Linglong's relatives, and the relatives of Princess Pei's sisters, Pei Guifei, Pei Ruonan.

This woman also inherited the appearance of Pei's family, with extremely beautiful appearance and plump body. Sitting in front of the bamboo house, she looked like she had walked out of the painting.

Jiang Linglong couldn't help but stunned when he saw Pei Ruonan, because there was a thin figure sitting opposite Pei Ruonan.

The soft cough sounded endlessly, and my mouth was covered with a cloth towel from time to time.

Jiang Linglong couldn't help but bow: "Linglong has seen the five princesses."

The fifth princess was pale and smiled and raised falsely: "Ling'er doesn't need to be polite."

Pei Ruonan looked at Jiang Linglong and said with a smile: "Ling'er, your mother has already informed me about the purpose of your trip. Jian Shuzong is indeed good, but if Xuanyuan Taihua is still there, Maybe I can teach you something, but now Chao Xiaojian is stunned, he doesn't understand your sword."

"Fang Lang, the new champion in the new discipline, aunt has also heard about it. He is a talented evildoer. In a short time, he has surpassed you in cultivation. If you don't want to be separated, you will have to work hard next."

"I heard that Fang Lang went to Dadaozong to draw his sword. If this son can really draw out the few swords left by Xuanyuan Taihua, his cultivation level may be incredible. You girl, you have to work harder. "

"In the following days, you will practice in my bamboo forest and see if you can comprehend the sword intent of the four seasons of swordsmanship."

Jiang Linglong bowed and said, "Ling'er, thank you auntie."

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Avenue Zong.

Outside the Dadao Mausoleum, there are thousands of ladders.

Fang Lang used the double repair card, and Ni Wen’s phantom was condensed beside him. The appearance was almost in substance, and he had the perception of Ni Wen’s confrontation method. Moreover, after breaking the magic circle, his understanding of the magic circle was also Will feed back to Fang Lang's body.

This is the power of the dual repair card!

After the doubles broke the formation, the speed of climbing the ladder suddenly increased a lot!

Ni Wen's understanding of the technique array is not weak, and it is a professional technique that is helpful, and Fang Lang has a lot of confidence.

Sure enough, Fang Lang's climbing speed accelerated on the thousand-step ladder.

Gradually, the Dao Sect disciples who had maintained the same speed of breaking the topic as him were surpassed by him.

Fang Lang is getting closer to Li Yuanzhen!

On the stone ladder, Li Yuanzhen solved a problem, wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned his head, and saw Fang Lang catching up, his eyes shrank and his scalp numb!

Impossible, how could it be so fast? !

The climb of the thousand-step ladder should be slower as it goes to the back. How could Fang Lang catch up!

Li Yuan really had a chill spreading from under his feet, Fang Lang almost became a shadow over his heart. He was defeated magnificently in the scientific expedition, and then in the resource battle, he planned to be ashamed. However, still Was defeated in an instant!

The two failures were like two heavy hammers, slammed into his heart, and he was gloomy and out of breath. He even began to doubt his talent.

And this time, the thousand-step ladder and the grand grand opening opened.

Although Li Yuanzhen felt that he had no hope of reaching the top ten and enlightening in the Dadao Mausoleum, he felt that Fang Lang should not be able to do it.

After all, Fang Lang is not a professional cultivator, he is only involved in the vocation and the way of cultivating, he is Li Yuanzhen professional!

Therefore, Li Yuanzhen felt that he could suppress Fang Lang, at least, he could not lose!

However, Li Yuanzhen's calm heart began to tremble uncontrollably as Fang Lang was constantly drawing closer and approaching behind him.

As if there is a tiger from behind, quietly approaching you step by step, it will open its blood basin and swallow it at the moment it approaches you!

Li Yuanzhen was full of cold sweat on his forehead, and he forced himself to calm down.

He continued to climb on the thousand-step ladder.

However, because his heart was a little confused, Li Yuan really broke through the formation a little slower.

When Li Yuanzhen reached the one hundred and eighty ladder, Fang Lang approached the one hundred and twenty ladder.

When Li Yuanzhen reached the 200th ladder, Fang Lang approached the one hundred and sixty ladder.

When Li Yuanzhen arrived at the two hundred and ten ladders, Fang Lang approached the one hundred and ninety ladders.

Like a ghost, approaching silently!

The sweat on Li Yuanzhen’s forehead grew more and more, as if a large shadow enveloped his mind, making him endless despair, the continuous failure, the fear buried deep in his heart, at this moment, like a poisonous snake. , Scream at him!

Li Yuanzhen gasped, he forced himself into a state of breaking the formation.

When he broke open a magic circle again and stepped on the next stone ladder, a gust of breeze slowly blew in, and a seat of white clothes did not know when he would appear next to him.

Li Yuanzhen turned his head and was startled by the sudden appearance of the figure.

It's like an evil spirit in a nightmare, approaching you from behind step by step, showing its fangs at the moment of walking with you!

Li Yuanzhen felt like... something was broken in his heart!

"You are the devil... You are the devil!"

Li Yuanzhen covered his head, howling and crying, tears couldn't stop streaming.

You can't beat it, and you can't win a team battle. Now, even the best skill formation has been overtaken...

What kind of practice!

Li Yuanzhen cried and knelt between the ladders, howling and crying, like a child who had been robbed of candy when he was a child, and was beaten by a muddy child, crying sadly, crying sadly.

Fang Lang looked at Li Yuanzhen, who was kneeling and crying in amazement.

The gentle smile on his face could not help but froze.

What are you doing.

Can I stop laughing?

He has such a contagious smile, why are you crying!

Fang Lang rubbed his face and looked around, facing many weird gazes, spreading his hands in embarrassment.

Afterwards, Fang Lang continued to step forward, breaking the formation and climbing the ladder, surpassing Li Yuanzhen.

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At the foot of the mountain, in front of the gate of the archway, the breeze was slow, and there was a dead silence.

Everyone stared blankly at Li Yuanzhen, who was crouching on the mountain road and crying, and Fang Lang, who had surpassed Li Yuanzhen and squeezed into the top fifty. For a time, his expressions changed inexplicably.

Zhao Zhenshi's face was dark, and the elders of the Dao Sect looked extremely solemn.

"Li Yuanzhen...Li Pu is the son of a right-hand man. He is an enchanting talent and excellent roots. That's the mentality... not good, it's a pity."

Zhao Zhenshi shook his head.

From Li Yuanzhen's appearance, it can be seen that this genius of art is crying for fear that Fang Lang will break down.

This performance is really disappointing!

Originally, I expected Li Yuanzhen to be able to squeeze into the top ten and walk into the Dadao Mausoleum. He might be able to obtain a lot of inheritance. As a result...

A sigh came from the elders of the surrounding Dao Sect. It was obvious that Li Yuanzhen's performance had disappointed them.

And the other side.

The old man Huang Zhihe, who was supported by Ni Wen, laughed, wrinkles all over his face.

"The boy of the Li Pu family, I'm afraid it will be broken, it is really miserable."

"However, the way of cultivation is like this. Don't think that cultivation is a turbulent thing. The way of cultivation is always stepping on the bones of endless genius to reach the top of the mountain!"

"Like at the beginning, Xuanyuan Taihua walked alone, Fenghua is peerless, how many geniuses of that era were beaten to collapse by her, but the true genius has strong resilience, even if it is defeated, it will not give up, and will rise to catch up. , Even if you can only faintly catch a trace of your back, you will not give up."

"This is genius."

"If it collapses due to a blow, it is not a genius, it is just a mediocre with a little talent."

Huang Zhihe said.

"The world of practice belongs to the genius, the mediocre... not far."

Huang Zhihe looked at Ni Wen, with emotion in his deep eyes.

"Girl, you should also feel that you are gradually being pulled away by Fang Lang, right? However, what the old man appreciates about you is that you never give up, even if you are hit hard, you are still chasing silently."

"Like the old man back then."

"Girl, are you studying the way of swordsmanship? The old man also studies this way. You will follow the old man to practice, and the old man will try to help you chase the boy above the waves."

When Ni Wen heard the words, a touch of unbelievable joy appeared on her face.

Huang Zhihe stroked his beard, his face wrinkled like old roots of Huanglian, and smiled: "Chao Xiaojian is a reckless man, he knows how to use a sword."

"Thank you Senior Huang." Ni Wen hurriedly bowed, thanking him.

On the side, Zao Wou-ki couldn't help covering his face with his hands, and coughed.

"Ahem... still calling seniors... ahem..."

When Ni Wen heard the words, she was startled, and the next moment she bowed to Huang Zhihe.

"Ni Wen, I have seen Master."

This girl is alive!

Zao Wou-ki smiled suddenly.

Huang Zhihe also laughed out loud.

In the distance, Zhao Zhenshi said with a cold face, "What are you happy about, Fang Lang has just squeezed into the top fifty now."

"If you want to go up the road and pull the lotus back to the sword, this level is far from enough."

"Not in the top ten, he doesn't even have the qualifications to draw a sword."

Huang Zhihe glanced at Zhao Zhenshi: "Little Zhao, Fang Lang is a real person, take your time and watch."

"Huh! The cloud ladder has a thousand steps. The first five hundred steps test the method of breaking the formation, and the last five hundred steps are the test of attacking the spiritual mind. The last five hundred steps are more difficult and will gradually increase the distance."

An elder of the Dao Sect snorted coldly.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, silent, everyone raised their heads, staring at the top of the ladder, the many blue clothes and white clothes that were constantly climbing.

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Five hundred steps are a hurdle.

The first five hundred steps test the way to break the formation, while the last five hundred steps are completely different.

Fang Lang stepped into the five hundred steps, and the figure of Ni Wen condensed from the double repair card on his side was broken and dissipated.

Afterwards, majestic ideas and knowledge about the art of the magic formation flooded into his mind. This is the strength of the double repair card. This thousand-step cloud ladder helped Fang Lang make up for his in the art of the magic formation. The shortcomings.

When Fang Lang set foot on five hundred steps, the picture in front of him suddenly changed.

The engraving of the magic circle carved on the moss-covered stone ladder seems to have recovered at this moment, forming a complete magic circle, a spiritual wave, as if the surrounding environment has turned into a waterfall of thousands of needles and leaves. sea!

Fang Lang stood on the stone ladder, and the wind was blowing, and his white robe robed in the wind messily.

These activated art formations exude a terrible offensive, as if to cause terrible destruction to the opponent's body and spirit!

This is the difficulty of the next five hundred levels, and the difficulty is gradually increasing!

One by one is no longer for the people who climbed the ladder to find the mistakes and omissions, but to activate them into spiritual attacks, affecting the surrounding environment, affecting the nature, and launching an assault on the people who climbed the ladder.

Fang Lang stopped and stopped at the fifth hundredth ladder.

In front of Fang Lang's eyes, a wind knife formed by sharp spiritual thoughts cut his head.

Fang Lang's scalp tightened slightly, but his eyes lit up in the next instant.

Fight? !

The first five hundred ladders are all testing the deficiencies of the art formation, Fang Lang is not good at it.

However, the last five hundred ranks are actually test fights!

This Fang Lang is good at it!

Fang Lang’s spiritual thoughts were absorbed by the **** arrow of the smashing iron law, and contained the tenacity and aggressive majesty of the iron law!

Overtaking, maybe... starting from the 500th order!

boom!

Between the world and the earth, a hurricane blows, turning into a knife and slashing from Fang Lang's head.

The tears of the spirit gathered by Fang Lang's consciousness trembled, and then Fang Lang slowly raised his hand, as if holding a bow in his hand.

The bow gathered by the spiritual mind!

Fingers, draw the bow!

The arrow transformed by the spiritual mind shot out!

The arrow rotates at high speed, like a roaring **** angry dragon!

Bang!

The wind knife exploded, and in front of Fang Lang, the magic formation representing the fifth hundredth ladder appeared, "cangdang", shattered like a mirror, torn apart!

Fang Lang hunted in white, bent his bow and stepped into the next step.

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After five hundred ladders, the Dao Sect disciples who can continue to climb have become scattered, and there are only a handful of them.

An Fan walked on the eighty-ninth ladder. He carried his hands on his back, and his azure blue robe was flying, a little chic.

Although he was defeated by Fang Lang in the team battle, the impact and impact on him were still small. After all, he was like a demon king, and Fang Lang and other disciples of Jianshu Sect were just warriors who teamed up to defeat the demon king.

Even if he loses, he loses with a superior attitude!

The art formation was condensed and formed, and there seemed to be a hurricane sweeping in front of him. An Fan’s spiritual thoughts surged, and the art formation took shape immediately before his eyes. Faced with the ravages of the hurricane, the wall was shattered, but An Fan was still blocked.

The 900th ladder!

The corner of An Fan's mouth was slightly raised.

Then...

Where is Fang Lang now?

Has it reached the 500th order?

Standing on the nine hundred ladders, An Fan turned his head and looked down, looking down on the stone ladder between clouds.

With a smile on his face, he looked at Fang Lang standing on the five hundred ladders, closing his eyes.

"Oh... I have reached 500 ladders. I am worthy of being the champion of this new class. Even in the field I am not good at, I can still perform very well."

"But... nothing more."

At this moment ~www.ltnovel.com~ has only reached five hundred ladders, and it is basically hopeless to catch up to the top ten.

Because, the difficulty of breaking the formation of the last five hundred ladders will rise linearly, which consumes spiritual thoughts, and is not strong enough, and will be crushed to collapse by the magic formation!

suddenly.

An Fan saw Fang Lang move.

Then, the smile on his face began to disappear little by little.

Because he saw Fang Lang bending his bow between the ladders, almost a breath, and broke through the 502 ladders.

Fang Lang moved faster and faster, from the original climbing ladder on foot, to later, hunting in white, running between the ladders!

Archery while running!

One arrow broke, one arrow passed one ladder!

The momentum is like a broken bamboo, like a white dragon flying upright!