Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 6: ?1 Sword
Fang Lang and Liu Hao offer to fight!
This news exploded on the third floor of the Seventh Book Building in an instant.
For Fang Lang, most of the students in the academy are a little unfamiliar. Although Fang Lang is a kid from a rich family, if he can go to the academy, except for ordinary students, his family background will not be bad.
And Liu Hao is quite well-known, after all, he is considered to be the top talented group of ordinary students.
Of course, because the two parties in this battle are the children of the rich family and the students of the common people, is it a drama where the children of the rich family oppress the common people?
Many people were curious, so for a while, a lot of disturbances were caused, and even students from other floors came to join in the fun.
There was a surge of people, and many students who walked out of the library were still communicating with each other.
"Fang Lang? The one from the Fang family in Luojiang City? I heard that there are more than 700 people in the college entrance examination, and the third-level swordsman... Can he represent me and other rich children?"
"I heard that it's because of jealousy, because of Ni Wen, who is third on the gold list."
"It doesn't seem to be jealousy. If Fang Lang asked Ni Wen about his confusion in practice, then Liu Hao started to make trouble."
"Hey, that's it? This little genius is very manic and crazy!"
"However, Liu Hao is a fifth-level martial artist. If Fang Lang doesn't use magic charms, wouldn't he be looking for abuse?"
……
On the bluestone road to the Martial Arts Field.
The students in blue shirts from the academy were whispering to each other curiously.
In the seventh book building, most of the students on the third floor divided into camps. Many children from rich families followed Fang Lang, and most commoner students followed Liu Hao.
Two groups of people rushed towards the martial arts field aggressively.
Fang Lang walked in the forefront, frowning, thinking and reminiscing about the content of the sword drawing technique.
Although the system said that the sword-drawing technique would be transmitted from the memory level and muscle memory, and Fang Lang also felt that he had a lot of memories about practicing sword-drawing technique, and even gave birth to a sword that had been held for many years in the palm of his hand. Cocoon, however, was still a little nervous.
After all, before this, Liu Hao, a fifth-level martial artist, was basically an existence that Fang Lang could not reach.
While Fang Lang frowned and was thinking, a figure in a blue shirt rushed over and stopped Fang Lang.
"Prodigal son, are you sure?"
The person who came was a young man with a bunch of bangs hanging down on his forehead. He flicked his bangs from time to time while talking.
Fang Lang stopped thinking about the sword drawing technique, and looked up at the opponent.
Yang Zhengyi, eight-duan technique repairer, ranked 50th on the Luojiang Academy Gold List...
The Yang family and the Fang family are family friends, so Yang Zhengyi has been with Fang Lang since he was a child, and he is one of Fang Lang's few friends.
"Hey, can I ask you something?"
"If you don't admit defeat, forget it, you are a third-level swordsman, and you are stupid to find someone who is a fifth-level martial artist!"
"Based on your family background, plus the cultivation of your brother, why don't you have any women? Or, after class, my brother will take you to the Jiaofang Division? Teach you to understand what is true love in the world?"
Holding a folding fan in his hand, Yang Zhengyi looked like a Pianpian son, but every time he said a word, he shook his head to shake off the bangs that covered his eyes.
"Don't worry, I know what's going on."
Fang Lang patted Yang Zhengyi and smiled warmly.
Yang Zhengyi was taken aback by the look in Fang Lang's eyes.
What a strong confidence!
"Prodigal son... You feel that it is not right before!"
Could it be... this is the power of true love?
With a "snap", Yang Zhengyi slapped the folding fan in his palm, glanced at the timid Ni Wen in the distance, and then at Fang Lang.
A wit that sees through everything.
……
Above the blue sky, a few scattered white clouds like milky smudges hang high.
Luojiang Academy.
Martial arts arena.
Large blocks of blue bricks are paved, and willows on both sides are gently blowing, making a "rustling" sound.
The actual combat class has not yet started, and there are already many students in green shirts from the academy scattered on the martial arts arena, either relaxing their muscles or circulating the blood in their bodies.
And in the No. 3 venue of the Martial Arts Field, a group of students gathered and stood in two camps.
The atmosphere on both sides was even tense.
In the center of the field, Fang Lang stood in it. He lowered his head and stroked the wooden sword he had picked from the weapon rack in his hand.
Wooden swords have limited lethality and are usually used for training.
Although the battle is voluntary, the academy will not stop it. After all, practice is a dangerous thing, and injuries are very common.
However, the academy does not allow killings, so it also limits the choice of weapons.
Opposite Fang Lang, Liu Hao also entered the arena. Both his palms were wrapped in a layer of cowhide, and chains were tied on the outside of the cowhide. Liu Hao was **** with chains as he walked.
This is a special glove for warriors, and it is also the glove with the most lethality allowed by the academy.
Seeing this glove, many students were in an uproar. This Liu Hao... is going to be serious.
Martial arts is a rather special profession. Most martial artists use their own fists to fight against the enemy. However, there are also some martial artists who choose fancy weapons, such as sledgehammers, machetes, nine-tooth chain knives, etc...
Warriors who use their fists to fight against the enemy will equip some professional gloves.
Some gloves have spikes, sharp blades, etc. attached to them, and their lethality is also very terrifying.
Liu Hao finished tying the chains on his fists, and looked at Fang Lang's eyes with coldness.
"Three-stage challenges me to a five-stage..."
"You must be hiding some kind of conspiracy, you rich kids are all filthy!"
Sarcasm escaped Liu Hao's teeth.
A waste that cannot be supported by mud, Liu Hao has nothing to fear at all, and it took three years for him to reach the level 3 swordsman cultivation level under the circumstances that the resources at home are strong and spirit crystals are being squandered at will.
This is also the reason why Liu Hao is jealous and resentful of those rich kids. Some of them are **** in their roots and talents, but they occupy a lot of resources.
This world is unfair!
He is extremely unbalanced!
He is not worried about offending Fang Lang and other wealthy children, because his talent is not bad, and if he has the opportunity to pass the scientific examination to enter the sect of the Great Tang Dynasty in the future, and become a teacher from the sect, his identity and status will also be determined. A rising tide lifts all boats.
But if he has more resources, he can go higher!
So he is extreme, he is jealous!
However, having said that, Fang Lang dared to challenge him to 5th dan with 3rd dan, Liu Hao felt that Fang Lang definitely had a backhand.
But if he didn't use the magic talisman, Liu Hao couldn't figure out how he would lose!
"Wait...don't cry and beg me!"
Liu Hao slammed his fists bound with cold chains, stared at Fang Lang, and said.
Leaning on a wooden sword, Fang Lang smiled elegantly against the wind: "I beg you not to die?"
Liu Hao froze.
The surroundings also instantly quieted down.
Ni Wen's thin body was wrapped in a green shirt, but looking at Fang Lang's face was full of anxiety and worry, mainly because of her.
If something happened to Fang Lang, she would feel extremely guilty.
Liu Hao was on the field, seeing Ni Wen's eyes almost glued to Fang Lang, he never glanced at him.
The anger in his chest soared!
It turns out that you Ni Wen, the so-called No. 3 proud commoner on the gold list, is also a woman who dislikes the poor and loves the rich!
This Fang Lang... Apart from having some money at home, what else does he have? !
The battle begins.
"Fang Lang!"
Liu Hao roared angrily.
Boom!
Wufu cultivated Qi and blood, the blood in his body surged, and Liu Hao's green shirt was swollen with blood.
In an instant, the aura of the whole body changed, like a fierce tiger with fur, opening its mouth and roaring!
With a heavy step, the blue bricks on the ground trembled.
After that, Liu Hao's figure swooped out suddenly, setting off a gust of wind, and charging towards Fang Lang!
There was a little uproar around.
Under the blessing of anger, Liu Hao's aura almost approached that of a sixth-rank martial artist.
Yang Zhengyi flicked his bangs on his forehead, his expression changed slightly.
If this continues, with the prodigal son's cultivation as a third-stage swordsman, he will definitely be seriously injured!
Prodigal son, danger.
Huh?
Suddenly, Yang Zhengyi's eyes froze.
He saw Fang Lang take a step back, drawing his sword, but his aura suddenly changed, becoming... like a sword that has not been drawn out of its sheath.
The wind all around seemed to be Fang Lang's sword energy!
He seems to have heard a faint sword cry!
He seemed to see the wooden sword in Fang Lang's hand... trembling!
Not only Yang Zhengyi, but also Ni Wen, who was worried about Fang Lang, was a little surprised and surprised at the moment, and his eyes lit up slightly.
It turned out that it was not an illusion, she really felt the same kind of breath in Fang Lang.
Liu Hao's eyes were full of fierceness, and his almost distorted jealousy towards the children of the rich family completely vented at this moment, and vented on Fang Lang!
The energy and blood on his body roared like an angry tiger, one after another.
Five beeps in a row!
Five-stage warrior!
The momentum is in full swing!
In the last step, the toes touched the ground, and the blue bricks on the painted floor suddenly cracked.
Liu Hao jumped up, locked on Fang Lang with his spiritual thoughts, twisted his waist by 45 degrees, raised a punch, and smashed it down in front of Fang Lang's head!
There are air waves spreading out in ripples.
This momentum caused a burst of exclamation from around!
And Fang Lang maintained the movement of drawing his sword like a sculpture, with no distractions, and the surrounding pictures seemed to change...
The wind and snow were like a sudden, he borrowed the wind from the heavy snow, and cut the ice and snow in front of him.
In Fang Lang's body, spiritual energy was circulating, and sword energy was gushing out. In an instant, it was like breaking the shackles, and there were five sword chants in a row!
Five-stage swordsman!
The academy students watching the battle were stunned for a moment, and the next moment, there were uproars one after another!
Fang Lang... How could he be a fifth-level swordsman? !
Isn't he three paragraphs?
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Liu Hao didn't change his expression, he didn't flinch from his movements, and he hit the head with a punch!
And Fang Lang also raised his head at this moment, staring at Liu Hao with Gu Jing Wubo's eyes.
The line of sight is like the overlapping of two parallel spaces.
Liu Hao shuddered suddenly. He saw himself in Fang Lang's eyes, and he... seemed to have turned into a piece of snow, snow that had been cut in half!
Sword Qi burst out suddenly!
The clouds in the sky covered the sun.
Fang Lang drew his sword!
Originally, Liu Hao locked on Fang Lang's spiritual thoughts, as if they were suddenly split open!
Quick!
Incredibly fast!
This sword was drawn extremely fast!
Sword drawing skills, swordsman specialization!
A sword.
Drawn.
Liu Hao's punch felt like being hit by a huge force.
There was a loud bang!
The chains and cowhide on the fist were chopped into pieces, and the fist was also torn apart, with little blood, like a cold plum, dripping down on the ground.
Liu Hao fell to the ground, slid a little far, covered his hands, gritted his teeth, his masseter muscles bulged, and after a long time, he still couldn't help it, and let out a painful howl.
There was a dead silence.
One sword, crisp and sharp.
The students around were shocked!
Who are you kidding?
For this sword skill, only two hundred and three were obtained in the college entrance examination?
Fang Lang let out a breath.
The clouds broke in the sky and the sun poured down.
The young man looked at Ni Wen who was blinking in shock in the distance, leaning on a cracked wooden sword, raised his chin, and opened his mouth gently with the golden sun shining on his Tsing Yi.
"I won."
"See you soon."
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