Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

　　Fahe monk lost the battle, the first battle of the pagoda, Guanfohai lost.

　　 However, this does not mean that the person who observes the Buddha Sea really fails completely. It is just that it falls into a decline in the situation.

　　 There are still opportunities to come back.

　　Bai Ling, the saint of the demon race, is indeed powerful in strength. With the talent of the evildoer, coupled with the great strength, she has long been almost invincible.

　　Fahe monk is not weak, the martial arts cultivation base of the fourth stage and the ninth dan, blood is soaring, in Fang Lang's view, even if An Fan is facing Shang Fahe, there is only the possibility of being beaten.

　　 But Monk Fahe still lost.

　　 Obviously, the demon saint Bai Ling is superior in strength, that white demon sword, with outstanding appearance, in the eyes of Master Ciyue, perhaps only Xuanyuan Taihua in his youth can fight one.

　　 When Monk Fajue was defeated in Fahe, he was still ready to fight.

　　 However, Fang Lang's fluttering voice interrupted Master Ci Yue and Fa Jue's decision.

　　 Fajue looked at Fang Lang with a bit of amazement.

　　 Fang Lang said that he was the trump card in this stupa dispute, and the misunderstanding between the monk Fajue's expressions was hard to conceal.

　　 How did he... become the hole card?

　　 The look of the respected and respected Master Ciyue was a bit heavy, and the defeat of Fahe opened a not-so-good start to the fight for the pagoda.

　　 For the person watching the Buddha Sea, with the defeat of Fahe, he has been completely driven to a dead end.

　　 However, Fang Lang personally applied for the battle, which still caused Master Ci Yue to be astonished for a while.

　　 After all, Fang Lang's cultivation base is not too strong.

　　 Although, Master Ciyue admitted that Fang Lang's talent is very enchanting.

　　 However, in terms of absolute cultivation, Fang Lang is indeed much weaker than Bai Ling, the saint of the monster race.

　　 Therefore, after Fang Lang said that he would play in person and let Fa Jue be his trump card, after thinking about it for a while, Grandmaster Ciyue did not refuse.

　　 On the other hand, Monk Fajue was a little cramped in his expression.

　　 "Why did I become the hole card?"

　　 "I can't do it, Fang Lang donor, let me go first, you are our hope for viewing the Buddha Sea."

　　 Fajue monk had seen Fang Lang in Linjiang City, one person slaughtering Dao Sect disciples. That battle had a great impact on him. If he was replaced, he might not be sure that he would be able to achieve the slaughter.

　　 Fang Lang smiled, he looked at the little monk Fajue, his expression full of trust: "I believe you, you are really the trump card of this pagoda dispute."

　　 "I need you to give me a pocket!"

　　 Fang Lang said.

　　 Facing Fang Lang's firm words, Fajue monk inexplicably felt the heavy pressure and responsibility on him.

　　 Fang Lang smiled.

　　 In the white clothes, he stepped out in one step, and there was a ray of sword energy in his lungs. The sword came out instantly and rushed into the waves of the sea.

　　 The waves were cut away, and Fang Lang fell on the sea and walked on foot.

　　Since Fang Lang chose to play, there was naturally a reason.

　　 When he entered the arena lightly, the system prompt sounded in his mind.

　　 "Congratulations to the host, successfully binding Bai Ling, the fettered object."

　　 "Congratulations to the host, Chi Yun successfully bound the **** object."

　　 Two prompts bounce up at the same time.

　　Fang Lang's eyes flickered faintly, and he successfully bound the two Tianjiao in succession. This is good news for Fang Lang.

　　 At least, for Fang Lang, Fang Lang was able to dig a lot of good things on this demon saint and demon demon.

　　 After all, even though the system has been optimized with an additional active capability, the original passive system still exists.

　　 As long as there are matters related to spiritual practice with the fetters, they can get rewards.

　　 The waves of the sea are undulating.

Bai Ling, the saint of the monster race, fought against Monk Fahe, her breath also fluctuated slightly. After all, Monk Fahe was not a weak person. Bai Ling held a sword diagonally, and a look was constantly flowing in her beautiful eyes. .

　　 She stared at Fang Lang.

　　 She had heard of Master Ciyue’s introduction by Fang Lang. She didn’t care about Fang Lang’s cultivation base. In her eyes, she didn’t care about Fang Lang’s cultivation base.

　　 However, what Bai Ling really cares about is Fang Lang's identity, Xuanyuan Taihua's personal disciple.

　　 This identity is not much weaker than her identity as a demon saint.

　　 However, seeing Fang Lang go to war, the demon saint Bai Ling was still slightly astonished.

　　 She thought Fang Lang would be the trump card, but...the second one played.

　　 Bai Ling's eyes moved horizontally and landed on the side of the Fajue monk who put his palms together and stood beside Master Ciyue.

　　 Is it possible that this Fajue monk is better than this Xuanyuan Taihua disciple?

　　 Bai Ling retracted his gaze, and his heart became more solemn. Bai Ling also knows the importance of the pagoda dispute, otherwise the monster clan would not send her to participate in this pagoda dispute.

　　 She will not have any slack, she will go all out.

　　 Looking at Fang Lang who was walking on the waves, Bai Ling slowly let out a sulky breath, and the white sword in his hand slowly raised.

　　 Fang Lang has a gentle smile on his face. He has always had such a smile, gentle and elegant.

　　 Even this battle is extremely important to the battle for the stupa.

　　 The Bai Ling on the opposite side was a little stupefied. Suddenly, she felt that Fang Lang and her were not rivals, but rather like friends whom she hadn't seen for many years.

　　 This time their battle does not seem to be a mere battle. Should it be called a kind of spiritual exchange?

　　What's the matter with this inexplicable **** feeling?

　　 Bai Ling threw away this strange emotion, raised the sword in his hand, and his delicate face was slightly raised.

　　 "The world of demons, Bai Ling."

　　 Bai Ling across the distant sea, the other side waved.

　　 Fang Lang's white clothes were like snow, and his smile was like a flower. He slowly pulled out the obsidian sword from the sword case on his back.

　　 The tip of the sword pointed diagonally, just like Bai Ling's movements, and smiled: "The world of Tang Dynasty, Fang Lang."

"Please advise."

　　 The words fell, Bai Ling was in a trance, and then she moved without leaving her hands at all.

　　 She instantly drew in her figure, stepped on the vast sea, stepping on the waves that constantly rushed into the sky.

　　 Demon Race, very strong in physical body, she definitely has an advantage in physical body, and Fang Lang, as Xuanyuan Taihua's disciple, is undoubtedly good at swords.

　　 Bai Ling is also good at swordsmanship, but in terms of swordsmanship, it may not be comparable to the upper waves.

　　 therefore chose the physical aspect to overwhelm Fang Lang!

　　 Fang Lang held the Obsidian Sword, and he also slowly raised it, as if he was in a big circle between the sky and the earth.

　　In an instant, Fang Lang's eyes were deep, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

　　 "System, share repair."

　　 The words fall.

　　 Fang Lang's aura, which was not just entering the fourth rank, began to climb continuously.

　　 This is the active ability after system optimization. It can share the (80%) cultivation base, talent and so on of the fettered object!

　　 Strength can also be superimposed!

Once 　　 shot, Fang Lang never left any hands!

　　 battle is actually a kind of spiritual exchange, and it is a kind of in-depth spiritual exchange!

"Come!"

　　 Fang Lang shouted sharply.

The cultivation base on 　　 began to stack.

　　 Jiang Linglong, Liu Bubai, Ni Wen, Wei Sheng, Wen Ting... Bai Ling, Chi Yun!

　　 The cultivation bases of each fettered object began to stack continuously!

　　 Let Fang Lang's breath rise rapidly, faintly, as if one after another phantom appeared behind him!

　　Obsidian sword waved the sword, and suddenly there was sword energy like a snake, bursting from below the sea level, like a white dragon roaring, rushing into the clouds, moving between the clouds, rushing towards the demon saint Bai Ling!

　　 Fang Lang’s sword is really powerful!

　　Bai Ling, the saint of the demon race, didn't dare to take anything lightly at this moment!

　　 Strong!

　　 is very strong!

　　Even, not weaker than her!

　　 Bai Ling's complexion changed slightly, and she was jealous.

　　 The white feather sword in her hand is no longer hidden. Her movements contain endless beauty. She walks along the sea, as if walking on the ground.

　　 A sword was handed out, tearing the wind and waves of the air, the sound was like a dragon chanting, and the sword chanting was like a tiger roar!

　　 On the sea level, the raging and tumbling air currents have been cut apart!

　　 The sword light is shining, and contains the ultimate sharpness. In an instant, it has already pulled out on the sea level a very long and narrow, like a white snake-like sword mark, which lasts for a long time, and lasts forever!

　　 There is a sword intent bursting from this sword, behind the sword light, there seems to be a big Peng bird flying with its wings, as if it was about to rise above it!

　　In an instant, Bai Ling was already close to Fang Lang's body.

　　 Throw a fist, hand a sword!

　　 only two moves, but all moves are ultimate moves!

　　 Even if Fang Lang shared the power of cultivation, he felt his scalp numb, and his pores seemed to be tightened by the stimulation of Jian Qi.

　　 And above the giant tortoise.

　　 Mozu demon child carried his hands on his back, her black hair was flying, her eyes filled with admiration.

　　 "As expected, Bai Ling, a monster that has appeared in the monsters for hundreds of years!"

　　 "Fisting and swordsmanship have reached the ultimate level of the fourth rank! Among the demon world, among the arrogances, there are only a few who can fight with them."

　　 The devil’s admiration made the strong man of the demon clan burst into laughter.

　　 The demon saint shot herself, this time the fight over the pagoda will definitely come.

　　 What about Xuanyuan Taihua’s disciples?

　　 This monster clan powerhouse has arrogance in his heart!

　　 Looking back at the Buddha Sea, Master Ciyue puts his palms together, but he looks worried.

　　 A battle with Fahe, this demon saint, not only did not lose her momentum, but her momentum rose steadily, becoming more and more prosperous!

　　 Can Fang Lang win?

Ugh……

　　 Master Ciyue could only sigh.

　　The pressure in the field is only the demon saint Bai Ling knows best.

　　 Although her momentum is rising, the pressure Fang Lang puts on her has become more and more terrifying. She even vaguely felt that Fang Lang seemed to see through all her moves!

　　 The two clash above Hanhai.

　　 Fang Lang did not evade, too. After stacking the cultivation bases of many fetters, Fang Lang even jumped into the fifth rank when talking about combat power.

　　Fang Lang also superimposed on the cultivation of Bai Ling, the saint of the demon race, and then used the epiphany card, enchant card, etc...

　　 Fang Lang knew everything about the battle methods of the demon saint Bai Ling.

　　 Fist palms collide, just like the palms of gold and stone. When they collide with each other, there is the sound of gold and iron.

　　 The sword collided with the sword, the swordsmanship scrolled, the sword light was like a dragon, and the two clashed above the sea.

　　The more you fight, the more the monster saint Bai Ling feels the weirdness in her heart.

　　 She seems to be fighting herself in a mirror image, with a weird sense of familiarity in every move and style.

　　 This cultivation base... a bit weird!

Isn't 　　 a newcomer to the fourth product?

　　 Why Fang Lang gave her the feeling that it was stronger than some fifth-rank cultivators.

　　 And around, watching Fang Lang and the demon saint Bai Ling fight fiercely, the two are constantly fighting, but they are evenly matched, which actually arouses everyone's face.

　　 Master Ciyue's eyes burst out with surprise.

　　 Mozu demon is very surprised.

　　 Fang Lang is walking on the waves at this moment, enjoying this battle very much.

　　 Under the Epiphany Card, fighting with the demon saint is the process of getting acquainted with the methods and fighting skills of the demon saint.

　　 The newly optimized active ability of the system is indeed a bit scary.

　　 Stacking the strength of the fetters for their own use, one or two may be ignored, but when the fetters bound by other Fang Lang are too numerous to count, it can be very terrifying!

Just like now, the cultivation bases of the demon saint and the demon child are superimposed, plus Wen Ting's cultivation base, these three are equally enchanting. Under the superimposition of the cultivation bases, Fang Lang feels Easily!

　　 Boom!

　　 Countless sword lights are intertwined, and the white feather sword flies out horizontally.

　　 The demon saint Bai Ling's complexion was extremely ugly, her body flew out, stepping back on the sea, her eyebrows frowned, her expression full of jealousy.

　　 She felt that Fang Lang's unfathomable depth was like a bottomless pit, and all her methods were thoroughly seen.

　　 There is no way to start, unable to find a breakthrough.

　　 How can I win this?

　　 The demon saint Bai Ling was lost in thought, she wanted to find a way to win the waves below.

　　 After Fang Lang and the demon saint Bai Ling had a turbulent battle, there was still a gentle and elegant smile on his face.

　　 Deep in the eyes, there is even some expectation.

"Ding!"

　　 "Congratulations to the host and Bai Ling, the fettered object, who fought fiercely in the battle of the pagoda, conducted in-depth exchanges related to practice, and received rewards [Broken Border Card]

Ok?

　　 Item Card!

　　 Listening to the name of this prop card, it seems to be a bit like a punch card.

　　 However, after Fang Lang glanced at the introduction of the Broken Realm Card, he understood that there were still differences.

　　Moreover, the difference is huge. The Breakthrough Card can be said to be a high-profile version of the Punch Card. After all, the Punch Card is used to assist the Punch Card.

　　 and the Breakthrough Card, it is 100% able to help improve a small rank.

　　 Fang Lang smiled freely, and without hesitation, he used the Breaking Boundary Card.

After using the 　　 Boundary Breaking Card, Fang Lang felt a rush of heat all over his body. Between the surging heat, his original cultivation base of Rank 4 and Stage 2 had entered Stage 4 and Stage 3 without any side effects!

　　 This kind of natural breakthrough in cultivation has made Fang Lang feel inexplicably relaxing in his pores.

　　 "Hahaha! What a demon saint, she deserves to be called the demon who is closest to the most holy root and bone talent, this battle, happy!"

　　 Fang Lang laughed.

　　 In the distance, the ugly face of the demon saint Bai Ling's complexion also eased a little.

　　 "You are not bad too, you deserve to be a disciple of Xuanyuan Taihua, who had once Yijian suppressed the nine demon kings, come again!"

　　 The demon saint spoke.

　　 After that, he drew his sword and continued to soar into the sky.

　　 And Fang Lang's eyes flickered: "Good for you!"

　　 Fang Lang has superimposed cultivation base, and superimposed cultivation base consumes spiritual mind and spirit.

　　 However, at this moment, Fang Lang may not be the opponent of this demon saint without stacking his cultivation base. Of course, Fang Lang's purpose is more than just this.

　　 Fang Lang's obsidian sword was handed out, and while fighting, he said: "Miss Bai, you and I don't know each other. I'm above the kendo, and I am confused. I hope Miss Bai can give me some pointers!"

　　 Fang Lang spoke, and while confronting the swordsmanship of the demon saint Bai Ling, he even asked about his confusion.

　　 The demon saint Bai Ling was a little dazed, holding the sword, neither would she make a move, nor would she not make a move.

　　 This is fighting, in the fight over the pagoda, can you be more serious?

　　 However, the demon saint was not too embarrassed not to respond to Shang Lang's sincere gaze.

　　 So after thinking about it, he answered the question raised by Fang Lang.

　　 But Bai Ling, the demon saint, feels that she is a bit of a loss. If you ask me a question, I have to ask one back.

　　 Therefore, he also asked about the difficulty in his swordsmanship, and wanted Fang Lang to answer.

　　 Fang Lang was overjoyed immediately, this girl was upright.

　　 Under such exchanges, Fang Lang squeezed out two Boundary Breaking Cards.

After using 　　 directly, Fang Lang's cultivation base has been piled up to Rank 4 and 5!

　　 The strong man who watched the Buddha Sea and the strong man of the demon race, watching the battle between the two, were a little speechless.

　　 What about this battle... How did it become a training exchange?

　　 And looking at this posture, the two of you are talking more and more.

　　 The confrontation over the vast sea soon came to an end.

　　The demon saint Bai Ling also seems to think that her posture is not very good. Therefore, facing Fang Lang’s question, she pouted and stopped answering~www.ltnovel.com~ She focused on fighting!

　　 While Fang Lang sighed, seeing that he couldn't squeeze out the reward, he no longer wasted his physical strength and energy to fight.

　　 "Feeding swordsmanship!"

　　Fang Lang's expression suddenly changed between his eyes. After adding Wen Ting's cultivation base, he immediately burst out swordsmanship!

　　 faintly, Wen Ting's demeanor of raising a sword in those ten years!

　　Bai Ling, the saint of the demon race, only feels that a thought of death is approaching!

　　 The surface of the sea seemed to be cut with a sword.

　　The demon saint Bai Ling, holding the white feather sword, flew out a hundred meters in despair.

　　 In the end, the point of the sword fell down, and it was difficult to hide the loss in the eyes.

　　 She lost.

　　 But at the moment when the demon saint Bai Ling was weirdly defeated.

　　 The monster powerhouse on the back of the giant tortoise looked stern.

　　 The Demon Clan Demon's eyes were a bit dignified, staring at Fang Lang who was chatting and laughing for a while, and then defeated Bai Ling.

　　This one...a bit weird!

　　 At this time, Fang Lang leaned his sword and turned his head to look at him.

　　 The eyes of the two collided above sea level.

　　 Fang Lang is smiling brilliantly.

　　 I don’t know if Mozu Demon... can he be more resistant to squeezing.

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