Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

The blue sky is full of white clouds.

Clouds fell like silk ribbons, stroking the old mossy stone ladder like flowing water.

It's like a silent watercolor painting, a disciple of Dadaozong wearing blue robes, like a touch of brilliance dotted in watercolor.

However, at this moment, the world fell into silence.

At the foot of the mountain, between the archways.

Some disciples of the Dao Sect at the upper fourth stage, as well as some elders of the Dao Sect, all looked at the figure between the ladders, and their pupils began to shrink!

After 500 ladders, the difficulty of climbing the ladder will soar.

However, no one had thought that such a shocking and shocking scene would occur.

Fang Lang's ability to reach five hundred ladders had already exceeded everyone's expectations. However, no one had thought. After all, Fang Lang, a practitioner who majored in the profession of swordsmanship, could actually perform so well in the art of technique cultivation.

Being able to walk up to five hundred ladders on a thousand-step ladder is synonymous with top genius even among the many disciples of the Dao Sect.

Who knows, after five hundred steps, Fang Lang's hideous appearance begins.

This child is like an angry flood from Qianyuan, fangs open towards the disciples of Dao Sect!

At the foot of the mountain, no one spoke, even Zhao Zhenshi was staring.

Even Huang Zhihe, who came to accompany Fang Lang, opened his eyes slightly, showing his uneasy heart.

"Here... find another way, break the formation with strength, and climb the mountain violently!"

"It's like waving a butcher knife, smashing this mountain road, and walking out of a way."

Huang Zhihe took a deep breath and said.

Zao Wou-ki on the side raised his eyebrows: "Is it that simple?"

In the distance, Zhao Zhenshi's ears moved slightly. Hearing this, he glanced at Zao Wou-ki and couldn't help laughing: "Simple?"

What a stupid taker!

"This kind of violent method of breaking the formation is not uncommon. Every time the Great Dao Mausoleum is opened, there will be some little guys who are overpowered and want to break the formation with strength."

"Climbing a ladder is like a battlefield. The battle between the spirits is the most dangerous."

"You swing the knife, and the magic circle on the stone ladder gives you a stronger swing!"

"Each time, there are many disciples who suffer damage to their spiritual minds. It took half a year to cultivate...Five-hundred ladders and five-hundred magic formations are based on the five-element magic formations."

"Each hundred ladders use the five element attributes as an array, this one breaks the formation with strength, where does he have so many spiritual thoughts to support him to break the formation?"

"At most, he broke through the formation and walked out of a hundred ladders. The final attack of the spiritual mind of the magic array requires the sea of ​​consciousness to resist, and he lacks spiritual mind to protect the sea of ​​consciousness. In the end... only one spiritual mind will be injured, and even The broken end of the sea of ​​knowledge!"

Zhao Zhen Shidao.

"By then this kid will understand how stupid this move is."

Huang Zhihe's skin flicked, and his expression remained calm.

On the side, Ni Wen looked up at the white clothes between the ladders with some worry and tension.

Zhao Zhenshi stopped talking, but his eyes were not so peaceful.

Indeed, he was right. Many disciples tried to break through the formation with strength, but in the end they were wounded by the exhaustion of their spiritual thoughts and the inability to withstand the backlash.

However, even if those disciples broke the formation and climbed the ladder, they were not as fast as Fang Lang.

This trace of figure running on the mountain road is almost... a monster!

"This son's spiritual thought is so destructive!"

"Spiritual mind is tough, and the technique of cultivation is also extraordinary, at least the ground level, and the spiritual mind attacking technique is not weak!"

"This son...you can also make great achievements in Shuxiu!"

Zhao Zhenshi seemed to see something unusual in his eyes.

No wonder Xuanyuan Taihua will be accepted as a disciple, Fang Lang's unusualness may be the point. The disciple Xuanyuan Taihua accepts is definitely a top genius!

"At this speed, this child will definitely climb to the top ten of the ladder, overwhelming half of my Dao Sect's disciples. How decent this is, it will make my Dao Sect's face scandal!"

Zhao Zhenshi let out a breath, worrying in his heart, but he didn't know what to say.

"However, the only good news is that this son should not be able to hold on for too long. With such unscrupulous release of Lingnian, there will definitely be a time when it will dry up, and at that time, it will face a counterattack from the magic circle."

Zhao Zhenshi stroked his beard lightly, his eyes flickered, and he could only hope that.

Otherwise, it would be a shame to send out half of the Dao Sect disciples to suppress Fang Lang, only to be crushed by Fang Lang.

...

...

An Fan looked at Fang Lang running on the mountain road in horror.

He was shocked all over, and a look of astonishment emerged in his heart.

Vaguely, he actually felt exactly the same as Li Yuanzhen.

It was like a tiger silently leaped towards him from its back, trying to bite him!

"Fang Lang uses his spiritual mind to form an attack and break the formation. He won't be able to hold on for long. When his spiritual mind is exhausted, he can only resist with the sea of ​​knowledge and spirit! how long!"

An Fan took a deep breath, then turned around, moved the hem of his clothes, and started climbing with a solemn expression.

He, be steady!

There are nine hundred ladders, and one hundred ladders remain. Now, he is in the first place, and it is a certainty that he will climb the Dadao Mausoleum.

Thousand-step ladder, the cloud is like a silk ribbon, curled like a fairyland.

The rapid footsteps echoed between the ladders.

After five hundred ladders, many Dao Sect disciples looked back in disbelief. One could see a figure in white clothes holding a bow and climbing like flying on the old mossy ladder!

Before Fang Lang, there were fifty Dao Sect disciples, all of whom were geniuses of the Fourth Stage, with tyrannical spirits, but they did not dare to act like Fang Lang!

The fiftieth Dao Sect disciple, with a horrified hair and sweat on his forehead, quickly began to concentrate on resisting the pressure from the ladder formation!

However, when he resisted the attack and pressure of the formation, he saw Fang Lang running past him, bending his fingers, shooting arrows, shooting out invisible spiritual arrows, breaking the magic array like a mirror.

This disciple stood blankly on the stone steps covered with moss, could not help but doubt life!

This is...the third grade? !

Seeing Fang Lang's continuous running figure, he only felt chill spread from the soles of his feet.

This guy... is he inexhaustible? !

Fang Lang turned on the spirit pupil, then switched his **** state, and climbed the ladder with full firepower.

Of course, Fang Lang would also feel tired, the more he went to the back, the more tired he was, the pressure brought by his spiritual thoughts, and his physical fatigue.

However, Fang Lang carried a breath in his lungs, and supported his continuous climb with this breath!

Lingtong lasts for a limited time, Fang Lang must quickly reach the top!

Time passed bit by bit.

Everyone looked numbly at the point where Fang Lang was about to collapse, but he never collapsed, surpassing the Dao Sect disciples who had climbed one after another.

Twenty, nineteen, eighteen...

Fang Lang is approaching the top ten a little bit!

And the top ten Dao Sect disciples, like cats and dogs with their tails lit, exploded.

One by one, the mountaineering is full of strength!

It's like a mad dog is chasing and biting behind their ass!

"What kind of monster is this! How could he be so fast!"

"It's a mere third rank, and he's still a swordsman. His spiritual mind... is so tough! He has definitely practiced the technique of cultivation technique, it may be the technique of cultivation technique above the ground level!"

"Can't lose, we carry the glory of Dao Sect, we can't lose to this person!"

The disciples are crazy.

However, Fang Lang is even crazier!

He chased to the eleventh place, and above his head, there were ten Dao Sect's fourth-rank disciples, feeling the approaching Fang Lang, feeling the threat of approaching, all with red eyes!

Fang Lang panting like a dragon, sweating like rain, he is not as relaxed as he imagined.

If it weren't for the physical body to have the stamina to move the blood realm, he might have long been unable to hold it and fell to the foot of the mountain!

Ling pupil effect disappeared!

Fang Lang's speed began to slow down, and he began to consume the spiritual thoughts he had stored, but he directly used the only remaining meditation card squeezed out of Lao Jiang!

A little bit overtake the tenth, ninth, eighth...

In the desperate gaze of a Dao Sect fourth-grade disciple, he constantly surpassed them!

An Fan felt the threat, and heard the unwilling roar from behind him!

coming!

he came!

An Fan's pores shrunk and his hairs stand upright, as if a nightmare is chasing him behind him.

Monster, this one is a monster!

An Fan stabilized his mind and looked at the top of the mountain close at hand. On the top of the mountain is the entrance of Dadao Mausoleum.

He... gotta hold on!

Fang Lang, panting like a dragon, rushed to him. There was fine sweat on An Fan's forehead and his hair was a little messy, but his appearance was still much more chic than Fang Lang.

However, he never thought that Fang Lang could actually catch up to this point with the strength of the third rank!

An Fan glanced back at Fang Lang, and he could see the bloodshot eyes in Fang Lang's eyes, the sweat like rain, and the trembling body with every muscle cell in his body.

"I won't lose to you!"

An Fan gritted his teeth, he is a fourth-ranking magic domain, his spiritual thought is stronger than Fang Lang, this is his advantage!

The battle between the two scientific research champions seemed to reappear at this moment.

Even though at this moment, An Fan's spiritual thoughts were already at the end of the battle.

Maybe he can safely resist the attack of the magic circle and climb to the last mountain.

but……

At that speed, Fang Lang would definitely catch up with him, and even... surpass him!

As a result, An Fan became fierce, bit his lips, and the rich blood flooded his lips!

He... can't stabilize!

He can't lose!

As soon as he changed the climbing posture of Lingnian holding the sea of ​​consciousness to resist the attack of the magic array, he turned to use Lingnian to attack and break the magic array to speed up the climbing!

Although this would increase the consumption of spiritual thoughts, An Fan couldn't manage it.

He was betting on Fang Lang's spiritual mind... and it was already at the end of the battle!

And Fang Lang, who was chasing behind him, stared at An Fan, who suddenly accelerated a lot!

It also understood that An Fan changed the way of climbing.

Fang Lang also showed a ruthlessness!

With the spirit cone and the spirit arrow formed by the perception of iron law, Fang Lang has also accelerated!

The disciple of the Dao Sect below, watching Fang Lang and An Fan, who were competing against each other on the top of the mountain, was silent for a while.

At the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Zhenshi shook his head and sighed.

The elders of many Dao Sects were also staring, and even a few elders were heartbroken.

"Confused!"

"Fang Lang's spiritual thoughts are weird, tough and long-lasting. In addition, the skills he has cultivated are not lower than the ground level, and his spiritual mind recovery speed maintains a balance. This may be Fang Lang can The main reason for breaking this way is that An Fan's move is not wise enough."

"Ugh……"

...

The sound of sighs spread at the foot of the mountain.

And the situation on the top of the mountain is as expected by the elders below.

An Fan and Fang Lang experienced the initial bite chase, and after the life-and-death race, finally... An Fan froze at the last tenth order.

He couldn't climb anymore, and stood still, his spiritual thoughts were exhausted, and he had to stop and recover.

If he continues to attack again and there is no spiritual resistance to resist, he will attack his sea of ​​consciousness and soul directly. If he can't hold it, he will even be knocked down!

Although An Fan wanted to fight with Fang Lang, he didn't want to lose his place in the Dao Sect. After all, he was still afraid...

He believed that Fang Lang was also at the end of the battle, and he should also stop and rest.

however……

The sound of footsteps sounded.

An Fan stared blankly at Fang Lang with red eyes, his whole body trembling slightly, his face pale, his body surpassed him without any fluctuations in his spiritual thoughts.

He stared blankly, with a thin back of white clothes, step by step to the top.

Every step of the boy's fall leaves a large mass of sweat soaking through the stone steps.

how can that be!

You know, Fang Lang's body does not have a spirit wave, which means that Fang Lang is carrying the attack on the magic formation with the sea of ​​knowledge and soul at this moment!

Doesn't he hurt? !

The pain of the soul is the most painful!

Is it worth it to endure such pain for the last few steps?

An Fan closed his eyes.

In his mind, Fang Lang's hard work, that unyielding and uncompromising energy, the kind of uncompromising energy that would not compromise even if the last drop of spiritual thought was drained!

This son... is not only a genius, but also a hardworking genius!

For the first time, An Fan experienced Li Yuanzhen’s despair and helplessness~www.ltnovel.com~ How could he surpass such an opponent?

Fang Lang was carrying waves of attacks from the spell, every cell in his body trembled, and his soul was extremely painful, but he could not relax. Once he relaxes, he will definitely be defeated and fall to the foot of the mountain.

That would lose the qualification to draw the sword.

Moreover, in this practice struggle, he failed.

Fang Lang has experienced too many failures, so he doesn't want to fail.

The surrounding environment was affected by the magic array and turned into natural storms, landslides, and tsunamis, like a thousand needles pierced, and the pierced Fang Lang's soul and body were riddled with holes!

However, a poem resounded in Fang Lang's mind.

Will be the top of Ling Ling, overlooking the mountains.

This time, he didn't want to lose, so he left it all over.

He also wants to go to the top of the mountain... to see the scenery!

Cang!

The last step is to reach the top of the thousand-step ladder.

Fang Lang drew out the cracked lotus sword, squeezed to the ground, steadying his body not to fall.

Fang Lang stood at the entrance of Dadao Mausoleum, vaguely, his eyes seemed to travel through time and space.

I saw a sword that was pierced in the depths of the Great Dao Mausoleum, on a mausoleum that had been cleaned of lead dust.

As if sensing Fang Lang's gaze, the sword was trembling slightly, and a clear sword chant came from the tomb.

At this moment, the sound of sword chants echoed throughout the Dao Sect.

Fang Lang closed his eyes.

Spit out a suffocating breath.

He did not continue to look into the depths of the Dao Tomb.

Instead, leaning on the sword, turning around, bowing his head, overlooking the thousand-step ladder, the disciples of the Dadao Sect in blue robes dotted with them.

It looks like a king rising in the end, overlooking the bones under the throne.

this moment.

The top of the mountain, the foot of the mountain.

There was no sound.

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