Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

The world is silent.

At the foot of the mountain, a pair of eyes pierced through the curling clouds like sharp blades, and saw the white-clothed young man standing quietly on the top of a thousand-step ladder, holding a sword.

The young man was sweating profusely, but holding a sword and looking down at the mountain, he seemed to be a king patrolling the mountains and rivers.

At this moment, everyone froze.

Even An Fan, who is the closest to the top of the thousand-step ladder, raised his head slightly, looking up at the young man who was close at hand, even though the young man's cultivation was not as good as him, although the young man's combat power was not as good as him.

However, at this moment, the young man seemed dazzling.

Half of Dao Sect's disciples were actually suppressed by a young man!

At this moment, the young man is like the brightest star!

At the foot of the mountain, Zhao Zhenshi took a deep breath, and his face was full of regret. The worst result appeared after all.

This young man, unexpectedly squeezed An Fan and other Dao Sect's many fourth-rank geniuses, arrived at Da Da Mausoleum first!

Zhao Zhenshi was very disappointed, and was angry with the disciples of Dao Sect!

However, no matter how disappointed it is, Fang Lang arrived at Dadaoling. This situation was also expected by him. However, he originally wanted to use the rules to wipe out Fang Lang, but he never thought that Fang Lang actually stepped on it. After following the rules, he just stepped on the heads of all the Dao Sect disciples.

Of course, Zhao Zhenshi also saw a terrible resilience from Fang Lang.

This boy didn't seem to be a genius, because many geniuses didn't have such tenacity as if they had experienced a thousand hammers.

under.

Many elders of the Dao Sect had pale faces. After all, their disciples were also stepped on by Fang Lang and became pedals.

"This son...why is there a continuous flow of spiritual thoughts, even if there is a level of art and practice, it is not enough to support this son's profligacy!"

"Cheated, this kid cheated!"

"This son must have cheated in an unknowable way for me!"

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Several Dao Sect elders couldn't help but sternly said.

However, the words just fell.

Just when there was a sneer, Huang Zhihe, who Ni Wen was supporting, made no secret of the sneer.

"cheat?"

"Have the ability to ask your disciples to cheat too?"

"Furthermore, cheating can reach the Great Dao Tomb. That is because your Dao Mausoleum is not well managed, can't your Dao Sect fail to lose? If you overwhelm your disciples, you say it is cheating?"

"Fang Lang is still a disciple of Xuanyuan Taihua? Is it unusual to suppress your Dao Sect disciples? Xuanyuan Taihua alone suppressed your entire Dao Sect. Isn't it normal for his disciples to suppress your Dao Sect disciples?"

Huang Zhihe sneered in the old voice.

The surrounding Dao Sect elders suddenly turned into pig liver color.

Zhao Zhenshi also had a cold face and stopped talking. After all, Huang Zhihe was right. Even if Fang Lang really cheated, it is also a skill to cheat to reach the Dalai Mausoleum.

Zhao Zhenshi stared at the top of the cloud ladder, the white-clothed young man in the cloud.

"It's not that easy to draw a sword!"

"My Dao Sect's disciples are not the ones who cannot withstand failure. Dao Da Mausoleum is rarely opened. You are also entering Da Dao Mausoleum to find your chance."

"Taihua Sword Immortal left a sword in my Dadao Mausoleum. That sword is waiting for someone who is predestined. You are also going to try to draw the sword. If the sword can be drawn, Xuanyuan Taihua Sword Immortal will return personally. what."

Zhao Zhen Shidao.

On the thousand-step ladder, Zhao Zhenshi listened to the words of the evening drum and morning bell, and the blue-clothed disciples responded with fists.

It's just that every disciple's eyes flickered, but they understood the profound meaning in Zhao Zhenshi's words.

Asking them to pull the lotus back sword, naturally it is impossible to pull it out, the deep meaning is...

Want them to stop Fang Lang from drawing his sword?

The light in An Fan's eyes converged, and he exhaled, his spiritual thoughts began to gradually recover, and he continued to climb.

On the ladder, all the disciples who got stuck in their movements started to climb.

At the foot of the mountain, disciples of the Dao Sect, who had reached the upper fourth stage with their cultivation bases, stepped up the mountain one after another. Their climbing speed was extremely fast. After a while, they reached the top of the ladder and stepped into the Dao Mausoleum. .

As the deputy head teacher Zhao Zhenshi said, the purpose of these disciples entering the Dadao Mausoleum was obviously to stop Fang Lang from drawing his sword.

That Xuanyuan Taihua was inserted in the Great Dao Sect's Mausoleum, making the entire Dao Sect a sword in its throat. Now, the Dao Sect disciple is going to hinder the sword-drawing people, so that he cannot draw this sword.

The humiliation that used to be, but now it takes a huge amount of manpower to protect it. It is ironic to protect the humiliation.

At the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Zhenshi did not move, and many elders did not move.

The Huang Zhihe supported by Ni Wen did not move either.

Although the spiritual thoughts of Huang Zhihe and Zhao Zhenshi have spread out, they collide in the air from time to time, exuding the smell of gunpowder smoke.

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Fang Lang sat cross-legged at the entrance of Dadao Mausoleum.

He did not rush to climb the tomb, but took out the training funds provided by the system. He began to refine the spiritual crystals, taking advantage of the huge consumption of spiritual thoughts, at this time, absorbing the spiritual crystals, but the replenishment state was excellent.

As time passed bit by bit, the current of clouds was changing, and the gushing clouds brought some coolness from time to time.

Around Fang Lang, Dao Sect disciples in blue robes stood one after another, looking at him in pairs in pairs.

An Fan also climbed into the mausoleum, looking at Fang Lang with a complicated expression.

They didn't go to the Dao Mausoleum to view the mausoleum left by the Dao Sect's powerful people in the past, but stared at Fang Lang, the Dao Sect outsider who overwhelmed the Dao Sect disciples!

They want to stop Fang Lang from drawing his sword.

Fang Lang got up and glanced around. He was able to enter the Grand Dao Mausoleum, the weakest being the fourth-rank realm. Except for the top ten who climbed into the cloud ladder, the others who entered the mausoleum were all Dao Sect disciples of the upper fourth-rank realm.

Therefore, Fang Lang's cultivation of the third stage realm is incompatible with these disciples.

If this group of disciples rallied, Fang Lang was afraid that he would be beaten to death by an unrelenting force.

However, Fang Lang was very calm.

There seemed to be no disciples of these Dao Sects in his eyes, and no blue robe in his eyes. He raised his eyes and looked at the quiet mountains and forests in the distance, and there was a quiet bluestone ancient road.

Different from the thousand-meter stairs of the thousand-step ladder, the ancient road here is covered with mottled marks, and it has not been engraved with a magic circle, covered with moss, and it is less than two meters long. On both sides of the ancient road, there are plants and plants growing. The bamboo leaves are bent down and drooping, making a rustle when the wind blows.

Under the dignified gaze of the Dao Sect disciples around, Fang Lang returned the Liansheng sword to its sheath, draped his white clothes, and stepped up the steps on the bluestone staircase.

Behind him, there was a rustle, and dozens of Dao Sect disciples also followed Fang Lang.

They have never looked at the monument, nor have they explored or pursued inheritance. Instead, they all focused on Fang Lang.

The old way is quiet, Fang Lang stepped up the steps, but felt that he was walking alone.

Soon, Fang Lang was on the side of the stone path, and saw a bamboo forest. There was a cottage in the bamboo forest, and a mausoleum in that cottage.

The eaves are scattered like branches, blocking the monument. Even if it rains and snows in the mountains, it can't infect the monument.

There was a drizzle in the mountains, like silk, falling on Fang Lang's shoulders, soaking slightly.

Let the stone path bluestone bring a little moisture and a little slippery.

After entering this mausoleum, Fang Lang's heart calmed down instead, and he walked to the Luzhong Monument.

This is the first monument of the Dao Tomb and the first tomb of the Dao Zong. The surface of the monument is so smooth that it has been touched by many people, but despite this, the marks on the surface of the monument are still vigorous and powerful. .

Fang Lang stood in front of the stele, surrounded by tranquility. The drizzle fell in the forest, blowing on the bamboo forest like ocean waves, and even the soft sound of kingfishers.

His eyes fell on the stele, and there was no memorial text on the mausoleum, so there was no poetry left behind.

There are only chaotic marks, which are a gift from the master of the mausoleum to future generations. The seeming chaotic marks actually contain the master's understanding of the technique.

If you can solve the inscription on the stele, you will be able to tear away the mist, see the essence left in the stele, and even get the echo, capture the heritage in the tomb stele, and gift!

Fang Lang stretched out his hand and pressed it on the mausoleum.

Behind him, a Dao Sect disciple poked out their heads curiously.

They didn't expect that Fang Lang didn't rush to draw his sword, but instead began to try to solve the monument problem in the sacred place of their Dao Sect.

"Can he solve the monument question?"

"This is the first place left by my Dao Sect, and it contains endless wonders. For so many years, there have been very few people who have been able to break the inscription on the monument and have received gifts. The entire Dao Sect is not a few."

"Basically, those who can solve the stele will definitely not be inferior to Forbidden Curse Realm's mastery!"

Behind Fang Lang, a group of Dao Sect disciples swarmed. They were originally ordered by Zhao Zhenshi to hinder Fang Lang from drawing his sword, but since Fang Lang did not draw his sword, they would curiously observe Fang Lang's journey of dissolving the monument.

Fang Lang closed his eyes.

He felt a suction in the mausoleum, and an incomparably mysterious art array appeared in front of Fang Lang. This was the topic of the mausoleum, the problem of solving the stele.

Even if Fang Lang climbed the first five hundred ladders of the thousand-level ladder, he obtained a lot of experience blessings in cracking the art circle through double repairing the card.

However, Fang Lang only felt a headache when he looked at this technique.

This is a human problem, and I can't understand it.

However, Fang Lang didn't let go, because he felt a ray of sword aura, and the sword aura contained a touch of sword intent. This sword intent made the seeds of sword intent in his cyclone dantian slightly beating.

"Sword Qi, Sword Intent?"

Fang Lang was startled, and a touch of absurdity and surprise suddenly appeared in his heart.

Here is the Dao Mausoleum. What he is looking at is the tomb monument. It is the place where Dao Sects’ great skills have been slumbered in the past dynasties. Everyone is a master of the Dao Dao. How could he have a sword intent? !

Fang Lang fell into deep thought, and the Dao Sect disciples around him raised their eyebrows. Seeing Fang Lang hadn't moved for a long time, they all showed a sneer.

"It didn't evoke the slightest resonance of the mausoleum. Although this son has studied the art of the formation, it is difficult to overcome this problem."

"Why is he still wasting time here? Don't just draw the sword?"

"Does he want to relax my guard while I wait, and then secretly draw the sword?"

The blue-robed disciples of the Dao Sect, with their hands on their backs, looked at Fang Lang calmly.

An Fan frowned. He felt that things were not that simple.

As time passed bit by bit, there was a breeze blowing slowly around the cottage.

Fang Lang just stood like this, standing day and night, he seemed to be isolated from the world, immersed in a mysterious world.

The surrounding Dao Sect disciples were so bored, many disciples ran to visit the tomb monument.

Of course, An Fan and the remaining disciples still stared at Fang Lang.

However, they didn't bother Fang Lang to solve the stele. This is the respect that Dao Sect disciples should have for the people who solve the stele, and it is also the respect for the Dao Sect seniors buried under the mausoleum.

The drizzle was wafting like ox hair in the sky, but it was blocked by the roof of the monument.

Fang Lang pressed his palm against the smooth surface of the stele, and he caught the ray of sword aura. The sword aura had the intent of a sword, as if it had spirit, hidden under that magical formation.

And Fang Lang possessed great attraction, attracting the sword energy hidden behind the magic formation.

"Come, come over."

Fang Lang waved as if teasing a small animal.

Jian Qi began to move cautiously and began to approach slowly.

Suddenly!

That sword aura suddenly accelerated, actually simulating the lines of the magic circle on top of that magic circle, spinning rapidly!

After completely tracing the operation formation, he quickly rushed out, flying towards Fang Lang like a Ruyan returning home!

Om...

Fang Lang touched this ray of sword energy, and instantly, in Fang Lang's eyes, the inscription technique array of the mausoleum was also very clear in Fang Lang's mind!

boom! ! !

In an instant.

Fang Lang felt the mausoleum begin to tremble, and then, an incomparable pure spiritual power burst out from the mausoleum!

Like a giant whale spraying water, suddenly swept and swallowed Fang Lang!

Fang Lang was in a daze, he seemed to understand something...

The sword qi is near, this sword qi is absolutely related to the Lianhuijian!

Fang Lang couldn't help but stunned. These sword auras were prepared for the sword puller, or rather, without taking back these sword auras, even Fang Lang could not pull the sword!

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It is quiet and inexplicable in the mausoleum of the main road.

Watching the stele, staring at Fang Lang staring at Fang Lang.

It seems that the years are quiet and time is stagnant.

For one day and one night, Fang Lang seemed to have turned into a sculpture, not moving at all, which had already aroused the impatience of many disciples.

Today, only An Fan is still staring at Fang Lang.

But even An Fan started to shake in his heart at this moment. Is Fang Lang pretending to be garlic?

Rubbing his astringent eyes, An Fan suddenly froze, and he felt a gust of water vapor and a breeze.

got windy.

In the bamboo forest, the bamboo leaves were blown by the wind, and suddenly made a sound like the waves churning!

An Fan suddenly raised his head and stared at Fang Lang.

But I saw Fang Lang and the first monument of Dao Mausoleum in front of him, they seemed to merge into one!

An Fan's eyes shrank slightly.

I saw that the lines on the tomb monument were filled with mercury-like spiritual thoughts, and then a majestic and pure force washed out from the monument!

"This……"

"He...he solved it?!"

"impossible!"

An Fan was extremely shocked, but the picture in front of him was so real, because what was poured into the tombstone was indeed the pure spiritual thoughts left by the predecessors, a gift to the person who solved the inscription on the monument. A gift for the steleman to wash his body!

Not only An Fan, but the many Dao Sect disciples around who are trying to solve the stele are also creeping and rushing here!

He stared at Fang Lang, who was bathing in the washing of spiritual thoughts, dumbfounded.

And Fang Lang grabbed the spirit crystal and began to practice while absorbing the spirit crystal in the spirit washing!

Sword Qi gushed out one after another, Fang Lang's physical body was washed away by spiritual thoughts, and lead dust was washed away, the three hundred and sixty orifice points of his body glowed, and the sword energy condensed into the orifice points!

Fang Lang's cultivation base actually started to break through with the gift of this mausoleum, and his sword cultivation base stepped into the five-stage sword gang realm!

And this is just the cultivation of the sword, Fang Lang's spiritual mind is constantly solidified and strengthened in the scouring, and the original spiritual mind of climbing the thousand-step ladder is instantly filled!

Six-stage instructor, seven-stage instructor...

Shu Dao cultivation base, two consecutive upgrades!

Fang Lang's whole body showed emptiness like stars-like light spots, and each light spot contained extremely majestic spiritual thoughts and mana!

This is the prototype of the jurisdiction!

The fluctuations gradually eased, and Fang Lang opened his eyes.

The gift of the mausoleum tablet is considered a good advantage for Fang Lang. It is no wonder that Xiaojian said that letting him come to the Dao Sect to draw his sword might be a great opportunity.

Fang Lang frowned, but he didn't care much about these opportunities now, because he suddenly seemed to have discovered an incredible secret.

Is it only this stele that contains sword aura, or is it...this Mandao tomb stele contains all sword auras? !

He needs to explore this secret, perhaps related to his drawing of the sword.

Taking a step back, Fang Lang shook his sleeves lightly and moved towards the mausoleum. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com

Afterwards, the white clothes flew up, turned and stepped onto the bluestone stairs, and walked towards the other stone monuments amid the drizzle and the long sound of the bamboo sea.

After Fang Lang calmly left.

Unbelievable in An Fan's eyes, he paced to the tombstone.

Shaking and reaching out his hand.

Spiritual thoughts gushed out, and instantly, the picture in front of him changed, and the magnificent and complicated operation array appeared before his eyes!

An Fan stared at the art formation blankly, that dreamlike and illusory art formation question, like a knife, severely shattered An Fan's self-esteem and pride.

This kind of creepy puzzle... Is that guy actually able to solve it? !

for a long time……

An Fan's spiritual thoughts withdrew, and the whole person was in despair.

Did he practice...have he been lonely?