Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

　　 Time is like sand between fingers, passing between hands.

　　 came to the evening of the third day in an instant.

　　 Accompanied by the sound of the class bell ringing for the clock-watching instruction, students from among the books poured out one after another.

　　 Fang Lang, Ni Wen and Yang Zhengyi walked out of the library and headed for the martial arts field.

　　Yang Zhengyi shook the bangs on his forehead, chattering in his mouth: "Prodigal son, you have to come on! I can't even bear to go today, and I came here to see you off. You must fight for the top three!"

　　Ni Wen followed Fang Lang and Yang Zhengyi like a little tail. She was like this, silent, not fighting or grabbing.

　　 However, she was still surprised when she learned that Fang Lang was going to participate in the Jianshu Sect's Questioning Sword Competition.

　　 "Fang Lang, come on... Come on!"

　　 Ni Wen thought for a while, and encouraged her.

　　 Fang Lang was startled, grinned with a gentle smile, patted Ni Wen on the head, and turned and headed towards the martial arts field.

　　 Under the sunset, Yang Zhengyi and Ni Wen quietly watched Fang Lang who strode towards the martial arts field.

　　Although the setting sun was like fire, they felt a vigorous vigor rising from Fang Lang's body. The young man held the sword, as if to cut through the sky of stars.

　　……

　　 show martial arts field.

　　 Wen Jiaxue came early today.

He changed into a neat and unrestrained white robe, and a sword box was slanted on his back. The sword was hidden in the box. The beard that had been strained was also shaved off. The spirit of the whole person seemed incomparable, as if there was a breath of breath, steaming from behind. .

　　 is like the return of the once gentleman sword.

　　 Fang Lang just arrived, and he was a little surprised to see this kind of warming up.

　　 Jiang Linglong is not too surprised, because she knows the past of the gentleman Jian Wen Ting and the origin of Wen Ting and Jian Shu.

　　 Junzijian went to Jianshu, not wanting to lose his momentum.

　　 Liu Bubai, Jiang Linglong, and Fang Lang were all present. This time, the Wen Jiao Xi personally led the team to Jianshu Sect.

　　 That's right, the place where Wenjian Grand Competition is held is within the sect of Jianshu Sect.

This is the first time Wen Ting has led the team. He was only in charge of special training before, but this year, Dean Cui personally ordered him to lead the team. He could not refuse. Of course, Wen Ting also understood that Dean Cui asked him to lead the team. The main reason is to protect "Jiang Pei".

"In this year's Wenjian competition, Luojiang Academy does not want to be ashamed. The two hundred academies invited by Jian Shuzong this time are probably ranked in the top 50, so you must at least rush me to the second round. !"

　　 Wen Jiaxi said lightly.

　　 There is no doubt in the words.

　　 This is his first battle into Jianshu Sect. He has a deep entanglement with Jianshu Sect and has many acquaintances. He doesn't want to be ashamed.

　　 Moreover, after his three-day special training, he has confidence in the three of them, and they are capable of entering the second round.

　　 After the mobilization is complete.

　　 Wen Jiaoxi raised his hand, and his index finger was covered with a bright black space ring. There was a lotus mark on the ring. It was also a space ring produced by Qianfei Pavilion. It was high-end and valuable.

　　 hum...

　　 Guanghua flashed.

　　 The spatial fluctuations spread, and the next moment, a flying sword emerged from the spatial ring, floating on the martial arts field.

　　 Fang Lang, Liu Bubai's eyes are straight!

　　 Flying sword!

　　 That is the dream of every practitioner!

"This is a luxury flying sword from the'Trident' series produced by the'Yunxiaozong'! It is paired with the skill formation developed by the upper 4th grade Shuxiu. It runs at its full strength. The flying sword can reach three thousand per hour. Here! Every hour, the source power provided by the magic circle can swallow the aura of ten low-grade spirit crystals!"

　　 Liu Bubai's eyes were red, and he was shaking with excitement when he looked at the flying sword floating in front of the teacher.

　　 Fang Lang was ignorant of listening, anyway...I don't know how to be sharp.

　　 Liu Bubai's excited look, he insisted on describing it... it was like a car family from a previous life, seeing a top supercar.

　　 Wen Jiaxi glanced at Liu Bubai: "I know a lot, I like flying swords? Is there a [Yu Jian Ling]?"

　　 Liu Bubai couldn't help but nodded: "Yes! I went to the Imperial Sword Division last year to get the Imperial Sword Order!"

　　 Wen Jiaoxi suddenly laughed: "This time you ask the sword to compare the top three, I, the flying sword in the sky, let you play for an hour."

　　 Willow is not in vain, and the breathing is rapid, and the fighting spirit in his eyes is like sparks of fire!

　　 Fang Lang smashed his mouth, Jiang Linglong was very calm.

　　 Wen Jiaxi smiled, flipped his hand, and Yu Jian Ling appeared, stepped out, stepped on Fei Jian, maintaining balance, and inserted Yu Jian Ling into Fei Jian's Jian Er socket.

　　 hum...

　　 A wave of spiritual energy spread, and the flying sword naturally expanded to the extent that it could accommodate four people.

　　 Liu Bubai, Jiang Linglong is familiar with stepping onto the flying sword on the wide blade, sitting cross-legged.

　　 Fang Lang also sat down cross-legged curiously, with a circular formation hovering under him, wrapping his body like a protective barrier, isolating the sound waves and air currents.

　　 "Sit down, we are off."

　　 Wen Jiao Xi stood on the hilt of the sword and said lightly.

　　 The words fell, and a very pure spirit crystal appeared in his hand. This was a middle-grade spirit crystal. A middle-grade spirit crystal was equivalent to one hundred low-grade spirit crystals.

　　 This middle-grade spirit crystal is the source of power, thrown into Jian Er's mouth, the formation on the flying sword is immediately activated.

　　 Boom! ! !

　　The air waves are rolling.

　　 A disc-shaped formation, like blooming flowers, spread out from Jian Er, spinning at high speed.

　　 is like a sword pierced through a disc.

　　 The phantom rotation of the formation is accompanied by the "click" sound like a gear rotating.

　　 The next moment, the flying sword roars!

　　 rise from the ground!

　　 discharge the waves in the formation!

　　 Flying sword break through the air!

　　 The roar burst between heaven and earth, like a Kunpeng spreading its wings, soaring for ninety thousand miles!

　　 turned into the setting sun, a black stream of light that tore through the sky's colorful clouds!

　　……

　　 Datang world.

　　 Shushan, Jian Shuzong.

　　 A mountain that is like a sword rising from the ground lays between the sky and the earth, majestic.

　　 Above the peaks, there are countless palaces and terraces like flowers, and there is a majestic sword intent, rushing into the sky from between the peaks.

　　 Around the mountain peaks, flowing clouds are everywhere, and the howling sounds tear the sky.

　　 The clouds above the mountain peak broke open, one after another, the flying sword phantoms wrapped in the formation, knocked out of the clouds, like a hundred birds competing, quickly converging on the Shu Mountain.

　　 The roar of the luxurious flying sword's operation formation was deafening.

　　Fang Lang, Liu Bubai, and Jiang Linglong are all looking at the beautiful mountain peak that emerges between the heaven and the earth on the flying sword controlled by the warming education.

　　 This is the location of the sect of the Sword Shuzong, and it is also the location of this Sword Inquiry Competition, Shushan.

"Sword Shuzong is the most powerful sword repair sect in the Tang Dynasty. It can be ranked in the top ten of the sect. In each scientific examination, the geniuses of Jianshu Zong only choose ten places. ."

　　 Wen Jiaoxi said.

　　 He is driving the flying sword, tearing through the clouds and falling towards the Daping above the Shu Mountain.

　　It's not just him, there are also many flying swords that pierced the air around them, and they all fell to Daping together.

　　 Above Daping.

　　 Sword energy surges, flying swords levitate, and the roar of the art array fades away. This is from the participating colleges from all over the world of Datang, all of them came with flying swords and gathered today.

　　 Fang Lang sat on the flying sword, his body trembling slightly, it was an excited tremor.

　　 Even though it was not a scientific expedition this time, the excitement of confronting the geniuses of the world still made Fang Lang excited from the heart.

　　 "Sword down."

　　 Wen Jiaoxi said with a smile.

　　 The three of them jumped down the flying sword one after another, and the luxurious flying sword was also put away.

　　 As soon as the four of them fell, a heroic woman with a sword box strode over in the distance.

　　 "From Luojiang Academy?"

　　 "Come with me, take a break tonight and make adjustments, and the competition will start tomorrow."

　　 The woman's face was indifferent, as if she was doing a routine business. She glanced at the curricula, and the expression on her face became more and more frosty. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　Even Fang Lang's trio could feel the sluggishness and chill.

　　 "What are you looking at, old acquaintances."

　　 "It was a pity that we agreed to stay behind Jianshu Sect together back then..." The Wen Jiaxi slapped his mouth, as if reminiscing about a past.

　　 And the heroic woman who walked in front turned her head full of sullen anger, and glanced at the curricula: "Wen Ting, I lied to my old lady and dared to mention that year. Believe it or not, my old lady will stabb you to death now?"

　　 Wen Jiao Xi suddenly smiled: "Huang Ying, you can't bear it."

　　啧!

　　 There is no fear of scum.

　　 The disciple of the Jianshu Sect named Huang Ying, his face became worse and worse, he almost drew his sword to learn.

　　 took Fang Lang and others to the accommodation area quickly. Although Huang Ying was full of chills and was very dissatisfied with the warming education, she was still busy to help everyone check in.

　　 Fang Lang took the house card and found his room. Just as he was about to open the door and move in, the carved wooden door next door opened.

　　 A slender, handsome man leaned against the door frame and looked at Fang Lang quietly.

　　 "Which college in Xiongtai?"

　　 the man asked.

　　 Fang Lang smiled warmly: "Luojiang Academy."

　　 The man raised his eyebrows and nodded: "Beijing Academy, Song Qingyun, Jiudan Swordsman."

　　 Self-reported?

　　 Fang Lang thought for a while, and said: "Luojiang Academy, Fang Lang, Sixth Swordsman."

　　 "Huh? Six paragraphs?"

　　 Song Qingyun frowned, and the interest in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

　　 Six-stage swordsman, I just wanted to come to the academy to make up the number, it's boring.

　　 Of course, he didn't say anything ridiculous, but he was indifferent and lost his interest in talking. He said "back to talk", then turned back to the room and closed the door.