Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

　　 The night is as deep as ink, and the rain has been falling.

　　 Fang Lang holding the oil-paper umbrella, under the guidance of the guard, headed towards Jiaofangsi.

　　 Yu Guanshi has a graceful figure, and Ping Ting stands in front of the door of Qianfei Pavilion. The rain curtain is like a pearl, gradually blurring her vision.

　　 She looked at Fang Lang's back disappearing with the guards, her red lips were slightly pursed, and she was lost in thought.

　　 Fang Lang and Xiao Si's conversation, Yu Guan also heard some.

　　 "Young Master Fang is... threatened?"

　　 Yu Guanshi raised her eyebrows slightly.

　　 She thought for a while, and beckoned to the two guards of Qianfei Pavilion in the distance.

　　 The strength of these two guards are both martial arts practitioners of the second rank of martial arts profession.

　　 "Follow up to see the situation, if possible, help Young Master Fang solve some trouble."

　　 Yu Guanyi's red lips lightly opened, beautiful eyes looked at the bead curtain rain curtain, and said.

　　 "Hey."

　　 The two martial arts guards bowed, turned around and put on their hats, then rushed into the rain and disappeared.

　　 Guan Shi didn't pay attention anymore, turned around in a slender posture, and walked gracefully towards the magical area.

The reason why 　　 sent a martial artist to help, apart from selling a flying sword today, she was in a good mood, mainly because of the mysterious girl from the Imperial Palace before.

　　 As for whether Fang Lang could be helped in the end, she couldn't control it.

　　 turned around and went back to the house, his slender legs looming under the slit tight cheongsam.

　　 However, as soon as she turned around, the master of the legal realm hurried over to the fourth rank of the skill repair profession who was responsible for maintaining and counting the information of the magical formation.

　　 "Yu Xiao! How about the person who used the magic array to test the flying sword?!"

　　 Yu Guan was startled, what made the master of the legal realm so anxious.

　　 actually called her by her name.

　　 "Just left, what's the matter?" I was puzzled.

　　 "The man actually went to the sword monument for the first time in a test flight! And it was two hundred before the sword monument!"

　　 The master's mouth foamed with excitement.

　　 Manager Yu heard the words and was taken aback.

　　 The next moment, after recovering, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened.

　　 "Running the Qianfei Flowing Fire...to the sword monument?!"

　　 Guan Shi felt amazed and incredible.

　　 This...impossible!

　　The top two hundred sword monuments are basically professional swordsmen!

　　How did Fang Lang use the entry-level flying sword to rush to two hundred in front of the sword monument? !

　　 Liuhuo is only an entry-level flying sword, even if it is a true professional swordsman who controls the Liuhuo, it is difficult to reach the top 200 of the sword monument, right? !

　　 Yu Guanshi's breathing suddenly rose, and his towering chest rose and fell.

　　 She seems to have seized a certain opportunity, the opportunity of the rise of the Qianfei Pavilion flying sword industry!

　　 "Quick! Start the backtracking technique, and take a look at Fang Gongzi's backtracking!"

　　……

　　The dragon has inverse scales, once touched, it will make the dragon angry!

　　 There is also an inverted scale in people's hearts.

　　 Fang Lang's Ni Lin is Lao Fang.

　　 Lao Fang is Fang Lang's only relative in this world, and his place in Fang Lang's heart is very important.

　　 It's not just because Lao Fang's father love is like... Jinshan.

　　 is more because of Lao Fang Fang Lang's love, from the heart!

　　 Therefore, when the guard of the Jiaofang Division said that Lin Yun and Lao Fang were drinking, Fang Lang's heart would burst into unstoppable hostility.

　　 Use the old party to threaten him?

　　 Fang Lang's heart couldn't help mentioning it. He didn't expect that Lin Yun would find Luojiang City.

　　 There is no doubt that Lin Yun came at him.

　　 Why?

　　 Lotus Sword?

　　 Fang Lang holding an umbrella, walking in the dark night rain, his face calm and thinking.

　　 Or... because Fang Lang defeated Lin Yun in the questioning sword competition, but Lin Yun refused to accept it, so he was careful to explode... Want to find the place back?

　　 There are two possibilities.

　　 But, no matter what, Lin Yun used Lao Fang to threaten Fang Lang, which completely touched Fang Lang's heart!

　　 There was a fire, brewing and surging in Fang Lang's chest.

　　 Fang Lang was very angry, but the more angry he became, the calmer he became.

He asked the guard, and learned from the guard that Lin Yun was not alone. For this, Fang Lang had expected that this is Luojiang City, and Luojiang Academy is here. Lin Yun dared to come in person, so he should have confidence. .

　　 Obviously, the other person is his confidence.

　　 The rain fell faster and faster, the raindrops fell on the umbrella surface, burst open, burst into a misty mist, covering the earth and the world with a veil.

　　 Jiaofang Division arrived soon.

　　 Fang Lang stood in front of the door. Inside the Jiaofang Division, there were three or two shadows. After the showy and charming girl sent off, his legs softened and walked out.

　　 One of the figures saw Fang Lang, suddenly startled.

　　 "Yo, the prodigal son?!"

　　 Yang Zhengyi still wears a lip print on his neck, and the bangs on his forehead are a bit scattered, seeing Fang Lang's eyes bright.

　　 However, Fang Lang didn't have any joy, his cold eyes met him, and the smile on Yang Zhengyi's face gradually disappeared.

　　 "Lao Yang, do me a favor."

　　 "Go to the academy and ask for a visit to Jiaofang Division."

　　 Fang Lang said.

problem occurs.

　　 Fang Lang's solemn expression, Yang Zhengyi, who had grown up from a young chap, understood it in an instant.

　　 Without asking why, Yang Zhengyi just nodded.

　　 opened the oil-paper umbrella and rushed directly into the rain curtain.

　　 Fang Lang is not stupid, he has to learn to find a way out for himself.

　　 After all, he is just a swordsman.

　　 Watching Yang Zhengyi disappear into the rain curtain, Fang Lang's mind moved and prepared for the second hand.

　　 "System, smash the egg."

　　 The blue reward egg appeared in front of him, and he smashed it with a hammer without hesitation.

　　 "Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the [Five-fold Amplification Card], [Lending Card], and [Enchanting Card]."

　　 A system prompt popped up, Fang Lang glanced at the income inventory, no joy or sadness.

　　 The guard bowed slightly, dripping from the edge of the hat: "Fang Gongzi...please."

　　 Jiaofangsi, the land of fireworks, was the first time he came, but he didn't expect... it was so unromantic.

　　 Fang Lang suddenly felt regretful.

　　 For the first time, I just lost it.

　　 Lin Yun, our two feuds are getting bigger and bigger.

　　 The tranquility of the dark night has long been broken by the patter of rain.

　　 Fang Lang followed the guards to the Chunmei Courtyard. The courtyard was brightly lit, but it was silent.

　　 Fang Lang's heart also hangs suddenly.

　　 The guard was soaked in rain, standing sideways in front of the courtyard.

　　 Fang Lang holding the oil-paper umbrella given by Yu Guanshi, stepped into the Chunmei Courtyard.

　　 enter it.

　　 In the courtyard, one line of sight quickly swept over and fell on Fang Lang's body.

　　Zhuzhong, Lin Yun squatted on a chair with a smile on his face, grabbing a greasy chicken leg, stuffing it into his mouth, and eating a sip of wine with relish.

　　 Lao Fang sat opposite, with a beautifully dressed woman next to him.

　　 When the old Fang saw Fang Lang, the flesh on his face trembled slightly, and he shouted, "Lang'er, go!"

　　 He obviously knew that Lin Yun came from Fang Lang.

　　 Fang Lang saw that Lao Fang was okay, he held a puff of breath in his heart, and he breathed out slowly.

　　 Lin Yun raised his head and took a sip of wine, with a "pop" sound, patted the wine glass on the table, chewed slowly and swallowed the chicken thighs, and smiled: "Come?"

　　 "It's a little cool in the rain, warm with a glass of wine?"

　　 Lin Yundao.

　　 "Look, I have a good conversation with your father, and even let the oiran accompany him, right?"

　　 Lin Yun jumped off the chair, stretched, and smiled at Fang Lang.

　　 And Fang Lang looked away from Lao Fang and fell on the burly figure who was two feet away from Lao Fang who was quietly drinking.

　　 just took a look, Fang Lang's pupils shrank, feeling the boundless haze coming from the sky to fill his chest!

　　 closed his eyes and cut off his sight, the haze and pressure suddenly disappeared.

　　 Fang Lang was jealous, turned his head, no longer looked at the burly figure, but at Lin Yun.

　　 "Are you here for the lotus sword?"

　　 Fang Lang asked. While asking, he gathered the oil paper umbrella and threw it aside at random.

　　 Afterwards ~www.ltnovel.com~ stretched out his hand, slender five fingers grasped the hilt of the lotus sword in the sword box on the back that pointed diagonally to the rainy night sky.

　　 Lin Yun step by step, walking to the edge of the pavilion, raindrops like pearls falling down the corners of the eaves, slapped on the ground, making a crackling noise, tearing the dead silence of the night.

　　 Lin Yun across the bead curtain, looked at Fang Lang with a smile but shook his head.

　　 raised his hand, covered his chest, and held it slightly.

　　 "The Lotus Sword was given to you by Chao Xiaojian, how dare I grab it?"

　　 "I'm here just for personal grievances."

　　 Lin Yun said seriously.

　　 "I have always felt that the rules of Asking Sword Competition are very shit. There is no swordsmanship supported by the cultivation base, can it be called swordsmanship?"

　　 "I didn't use aura last time, I didn't move the cultivation base..."

　　 "You have pierced nine swords in my chest, this time I will also pierce your nine swords."

　　 "Let you know what a sword is...huh?"

　　 However...

　　 He hasn't finished speaking yet.

　　 In the rain curtain, Fang Lang's figure shook for a while, and while the green shirt trembled, countless raindrops contaminated on it were shaken into gouache, causing misty mist.

　　 Repeated footsteps, the water splashed three feet!

　　 Lingxu stepped down, pulling out the afterimage.

　　 jumped up, crossed the arc, and the afterimages returned to the body, already appearing in front of the pavilion!

　　 In the box, draw the sword!

　　 The sword light is like an electric flash, and it suddenly splits out!

　　 At this time, the boy’s cold words without human fireworks floated from the rain.

　　 "Threat Nima, silly lack of things."

　　The words are over.

　　 The young man draws his sword, killing his intent on rainy night.

　　 The pouring raindrops seemed to feel the cold killing intent, and moved away in silence.

　　 There is no longer a drop of rain and dare to fall on the boy!

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