Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

　　 The latest equipment function of the system is a surprise for Fang Lang.

　　 With one hundred thousand system experience, in exchange for such a function, at least it is not a loss.

　　 As Fang Lang said, he is now a second-tier swordsman, and his martial arts level has reached the first stage. Now that he has this equipment function, it can be regarded as filling the gap in his skill training.

　　 Although it is not very helpful for the upcoming scientific examinations, after all, people have to look at the long-term perspective. There is more than scientific examination in the life of a practitioner.

　　 "Ding! The root bone card has been used and the root bone data has been modified. Do you want to check it?"

　　 After Fang Lang finished investigating the equipment's functions, the system prompt sounded again in his mind.

　　 As soon as the prompt fell, Fang Lang straightened his waist instantly, his eyes flashing with expectation and excitement.

　　 Is the revision finally finished? !

　　 Don't change it lower and lower, of course... he himself is just a white-stitch root, no matter how low it is... it will be black.

　　 With systematic urine sex, it is impossible to humiliate him like this.

　　 Fang Lang called up the system panel for the first time, his sight locked in the column of roots.

　　 [root bone: 36 (white)]

　　【Modify the roots: 66 (purple)】

　　 The smile on Fang Lang's face... disappeared little by little.

　　 is not red, not yellow, not gold!

　　 Purple goods root bones? !

What the hell? !

　　 Fanglang Academy studied hard for three years, and never heard of the roots of purple products.

　　Is this system funny? !

　　 It’s okay for you to have a golden root. After all, he doesn’t rely on the booster card now, he can also have two-thirds of the speed of practice of ginger. It is enough to conceal everything during the scientific research.

　　 Now I have a purple product, why are you so panic?

　　 Will it be caught and sliced? !

　　 Fang Lang frowned, careless.

　　 The sudden show of the system flashed to his waist.

How to do?

　　 Fang Lang feels a little difficult to handle, no, it should be said that Zi Pin is rooted in his bones, touching his blind spot of knowledge.

　　 "Go and ask about the refresher next to tomorrow... Maybe he will know something."

　　 Fang Lang took a deep breath, this bone... really annoying.

　　 Don't think about this annoying thing, Fang Lang feels that he is looking for something happy, and he is overjoyed.

　　 "System, settlement bonus rewards."

　　 Fang Lang was looking forward to it, said.

　　 "Ding! Dividend rewards are being settled..."

　　 "The settlement is complete, the bonus (linked object Ni Wen) Aura: 50 (lower-grade Lingjing), bonus (linked object Liu Bubai) Aura: 30 (lower-grade Lingjing)."

　　 "The aura of bonus rewards is entered into the host's Dantian by default, and the bonus is added to the sword cultivation base.

　　 The system prompt gradually disappeared.

　　 Fang Lang only felt a majestic aura bulging in the Dantian cyclone, accelerating the cyclone.

　　 The amount of aura of 80 low-grade spirit crystals is quite a lot, plus the waves above the spirit tower, walk to the seventh floor, and get a lot of aura subsidies.

　　 Therefore, the influx of the aura of these 80 low-grade spirit crystals caused Fang Lang's cultivation base to be only a line away from the three-stage swordsman.

　　 The night is getting deeper and the autumn is thick.

　　 Starlight adorns the night sky, like countless fireflies flying in the deep dense forest.

　　 Yuehua is like frost, shining down the window and spilling on Fang Lang's body.

　　 Fang Lang slowly opened his eyes, feeling the surge of spiritual energy in his body.

　　 In three days, from the 9th-dan swordsman to the second-dan swordsman's pinnacle... this is the magic of Yunling Pagoda.

　　 Of course, apart from Fang Lang's unremitting efforts, there is also the help of Chong Duan.

　　 For one night, Fang Lang tried to attack the three-stage sword master, trying to transform the sword energy in the Dantian cyclone, trying to convert the Dantian aura into 30% sword energy.

　　Although he was only one shot away from the third sword master, he couldn't break through, as if standing on the edge of the sky.

　　 Fang Lang let out a breath.

　　 was not too disappointed.

　　 took out the spirit crystal, opened the three bond state to continue to absorb, Fang Lang planned to use time to slowly pierce the barrier of the three sword master.

　　……

　　……

　　 The next day.

　　 The weather is gloomy and the autumn rain is brewing.

　　 The whole world is shrouded in a layer of chill that gradually permeates the bones.

　　 Fang Lang had eaten breakfast and went straight to the academy. On the main street, there were already many students in a hurry. After all, the scientific examination was approaching and everyone was preparing nervously.

　　 Fang Lang came to Luojiang Academy. The academy was still early for class. Fang Lang did not go to the study building, but went straight to the teaching building.

　　 He quietly called out Mimi that she was making a pot of wolfberry tea after waking up.

　　 Wen Jiao Xi holds a blue and white porcelain cup, has a shaggy beard, and yawns, looking at Fang Lang who came to him early in the morning with some doubts.

　　 "If you don't have anything to do without going to the Three Treasures Hall, let's talk, what can I ask?"

　　 Wen Jiaxi's lips were slightly slit, and he exhaled and blew the hot wolfberry water in the porcelain cup, said.

　　 "It is indeed a sir, really tall! You can see the students' desire for knowledge at a glance!"

　　 Fang Lang cheered.

　　 drank slobber, rolled his eyes, and said, "If nothing happens, your kid should stick to Ni Wen now."

　　 Fang Lang showed a harmless smile.

　　 seems to be taught the truth.

　　 No way, Xiao Wenzi is a baby, too squeezed.

　　The squeezed fragments of the punch card are so easy to use!

　　 "Let's go ahead, Lao Yang is about to ring the bell, and go back to class as soon as he finishes."

　　 Wenjiao.

　　 Fang Lang nodded, smiled and began to talk about the difficulty of knowledge about swordsmanship.

　　 Wen Ting raised his eyebrows, but he didn't care, and pointed and analyzed Fang Lang.

　　 Suddenly, Fang Lang suddenly changed his painting style without a trace: "By the way, I wonder if Mr. has ever heard that the roots change?"

　　 Wen Ting was startled.

　　 The next moment, he squinted his eyes and said, "This is the main question your kid wants to ask after walking around all morning?"

　　 Fang Lang smiled, but did not deny it.

　　 After all, his current appearance is a purple product, and after all, he won’t last long.

　　 Wen Ting stared at Fang Lang, seemingly lost in thought, drank a sip of wolfberry water, and chewed on a grain of wolfberry he had accidentally drilled into his mouth.

　　 pondered for a while, and slowly said: "As we all know, Datang divides the roots of practitioners into five ranks: black, white, red, yellow, and gold..."

　　 "But in fact, there are several other root ranks."

　　 "Above gold is the roots of the stars. When tested with the ‘Roots of Sinan’, the color is not golden, but the stars are blooming like brilliance. Such roots and bones are extremely talented.

　　 Wen Ting said.

　　 Fang Lang couldn't help being stunned when he heard the words, isn't it a purple product on top of the gold product?

　　 "What about the stars? Purple?"

　　 Fang Lang asked curiously.

　　 He is really curious, after all, these are things that cannot be learned by the textbook.

　　 Wen Ting glanced at Fang Lang, and said, "Purple? Of course not. It is called the Most Sacred Bone on the Xinghui Bone... That is definitely the true darling of heaven, the proud son of heaven."

　　 "At least, I haven't heard of anyone from the Most Sacred Bone, so how much blood can be conceived."

　　 "Maybe..."

　　 "The one in Chang'an Palace may be."

　　 Wen Ting said here, he did not go on, as if he was afraid of mentioning his name.

　　 "Of course, whether the roots of your question can be changed the day after tomorrow, there are actually records in the classics..."

　　 Wen Ting took another sip of wolfberry water: "The root bones of a practitioner will indeed change, the environment, acquired blood awakening, transplantation... etc. can all change the root bones."

　　 "The former two have harsh conditions, while the latter transplantation is too cruel and vicious, which is intolerable by the world and is strictly forbidden by the Iron Law of the Tang Dynasty."

　　 "Because of the environment, the bloodline changes in the roots, there is a professional way of saying it is called the mutant roots."

　　Mutated roots? !

　　 Fang Lang took a deep breath.

　　 "Mutated root bones are good and bad, some are extremely enchanting, and some mutant roots become more and more rubbish..."

　　 After Wen Ting finished speaking, he seemed to think of something and stared at Fang Lang.

　　 In the next instant, Wen Ting shot.

　　 Fang Lang did not resist either. He opened his hand, squinted his eyes, and let Wen Ting squeeze the bones of his hands.

　　 After all, Fang Lang was ready to be pinched.

　　 Wen Ting holds a porcelain cup in one hand, and presses on Fang Lang's shoulder blade with the other, and slides over Fang Lang's spine with a unique gesture.

　　 And Wen Ting's eyes gradually changed!

　　 Something is wrong!

　　Your kid? Something is wrong!

　　 "Your bones... are weird!"

Wen Jiao felt a change~www.ltnovel.com~ It was a change in bone quality. He hadn’t pinched Fang Lang’s bones, but before in the Sword Shu Sect, he pinched Chao Xiaojian, and used Chao Xiaojian’s cultivation base. It is impossible to squeeze the bones of a swordsman.

　　 At that time, Fang Lang was a Baipin.

　　 And now... Fang Lang's skinnyness is definitely not a white product!

　　 That kind of skinny feedback...a bit like gold?

　　 But there is still something wrong, because he Wen Ting is a gold product, so he understands that Fang Lang's roots are a little different from the gold roots!

　　 What kind of bone is that?

　　 "In less than a month, from the third-tier swordsman to the second-tier swordsman, Yunling Pagoda carried the heavenly majesty to the seventh floor, showing amazing sword skills..."

　　 "hiss——"

　　 I don’t know if I don’t analyze it, I’m surprised when I analyze it!

　　 Wen Ting's eyes are shining, this guy has absolutely mutated!

　　 He was a little surprised, suddenly Fang Lang seemed to have turned out to be an outstanding performance, everything seems to be the truth!

　　 No wonder this kid sneaked up to ask this question early in the morning. Before the scientific expedition, he was going to test the roots. This kid was afraid that he was panicked, and finally couldn't help it!

　　 Mutation roots, two situations.

　　 is not a peerless genius, that is, a peerless fool!

　　 The various performances of this kid...there is a high probability that he is inclined to the former!

　　 "Your kid is waiting here, don't go anywhere, wait for my return!"

　　 The next moment, his figure instantly turned into a ray of sword light and disappeared.

　　 Soon, Wen Ting returned, holding an exquisite instrument with the size of a palm in his hand, and he was deeply rooted.

　　 At the same time, he was also surrounded by Dean Cui, who had the same bright eyes and a melon-like face.

　　 Is it a dragon or a pig?

　　 know it after testing!

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