Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 7: ?Ghosts and snakes

On the martial arts arena, there was a dead silence.

But after Fang Lang spoke to Ni Wen, everyone came back to their senses from Fang Lang's sword, and the noise was like the sound of big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate.

Liu Hao, a fifth-level martial artist, a young genius among the three hundred ordinary students of Luojiang Academy, was defeated in one move!

Spike!

Who would have thought?

Even Fang Lang's friend Yang Zhengyi is still pulling his bangs with a dazed look.

Drawing the sword is the end.

Fang Lang won simply and domineeringly!

After defeating Liu Hao, Fang Lang greeted Ni Wen, turned around and squeezed out of the crowd, and returned the wooden sword.

The wooden sword in his hand was full of cracks and could no longer be used.

Among the students watching around.

In fact, there are quite a few gifted students with serious eyes.

Some students even became more vigilant.

"Fang Lang...has he been hiding his clumsiness before? Three stages have changed to five stages, plus this fast sword, it won't take ten years to practice."

"Sure enough, the Great Tang World Science Examination is approaching, and all kinds of monsters and monsters have come out."

"Interesting, Fang Lang is having a showdown, don't pretend?"

The gifted students looked at each other, and they all saw the vigilance in the eyes and the boiling competition.

The three-year scientific examination is the end of ordinary people, but it is a carnival for geniuses. Students with strength plan to show their demeanor in this scientific examination!

Fang Lang's performance in this battle aroused the fighting spirit of many people.

Hundreds of boats compete for the best.

This kind of scientific examination is only interesting, and it will not disappoint their three years of penance.

Yang Zhengyi came back to his senses at this moment, his face was full of resentment, Fang Lang, a boy who has the opposite **** and no brothers, didn't even say hello to him, and only cared about flirting with Ni Wen.

However, Yang Zhengyi became excited, flicked his bangs, and chased after Fang Lang's back.

As for Liu Hao, at some point, he was extremely lonely and left secretly.

The onlookers dispersed one after another.

Ni Wen was blushed by Fang Lang's words, and she was dizzy at the moment.

"Wait... wait... really want to practice against Fang Lang?"

"Shouldn't you practice? A Niang said... the children of rich families... don't have a good thing!"

Ni Wen lowered her head, feeling hesitant and apprehensive.

However, all that remained in her mind was the image of Fang Lang slashing a sword, looking at her in the crowd, and smiling brightly at her.

"Then...just practice and never talk to him."

Ni Wen seemed to have suddenly thought of a solution. She clenched her fists and nodded solemnly.

……

At the edge of the martial arts arena, under a row of willow branches blowing in the breeze.

There are several shadows walking in vain.

If Fang Lang was here, he would definitely see a familiar figure. It was Uncle Zhao, who had been with Silang in the Jiaofang all night.

At this moment, Uncle Zhao was standing respectfully beside a graceful figure. Beside the two of them, there was another figure with a hunched back, wearing a white shirt, and a flying white beard.

All three looked back at the same time.

Uncle Zhao's face was a little strange, but the graceful figure had slightly frowned eyebrows, lost in thought.

The old figure had a white beard and a smile on his face.

"That sword... is interesting. If it is a disciple from 'Jian Shu', I might not be surprised, but there are such students in Luojiang Academy." The graceful figure took a deep breath and murmured.

Afterwards, she seemed to have fallen into deep thought. After a long time, her eyes were bright, as if the bottleneck stuck in her heart for a long time was broken by the waterfall.

"Mr. Cui said that people should not be underestimated. Linglong has been taught."

The graceful figure bowed towards the hunched figure.

"Jiang Nizi, what are you doing? This is really not deliberately arranged by the old man. This is just an ordinary struggle between students in Luojiang Academy." The old man waved his hand.

Afterwards, the old man couldn't help but marvel at the serious Jiang Linglong.

Jinpin Gengu, as expected, all of them are monsters.

Watching swords at a coincident meeting can also give you a little enlightenment.

"The young man's swordsmanship has been practiced day and night for ten years, and it is difficult to master it. It can be said that it is the top swordsmanship that a swordsman can achieve. Although he is only a fifth-level swordsman, this swordsmanship is In the first subject of sword repair, it is enough to add a lot of points."

Jiang Linglong's figure was graceful and graceful, and there was a hint of admiration on her face.

The old man called Mr. Cui also stroked his beard, but did not refute Jiang Linglong's statement.

"This son is called Fang Lang?"

"The child of Fang Beihe from the Luojiang Fang family?"

"Before...why have you never heard of this name?"

Mr. Cui looked at Fang Lang who defeated Liu Hao with a single blow and then disappeared into the crowd with a smile on his face.

That sword slashed the world of mortals, and his unrestrained and unrestrained calmness made the old man appreciate it.

The two continued to move forward, ignoring Fang Lang's matter. Although Fang Lang's sword was amazing, his own cultivation was still too low. If you shine in the exam, you may have a chance to be selected by the sect, but you can't choose the top sect in the Tang Dynasty, so... there is no need to pay too much attention.

Unable to enter the top sect to practice, even if one hand is amazing in swordsmanship, the future... but the end can be seen at a glance.

The girl Jiang Linglong chatted with Mr. Cui all the way.

Uncle Zhao, who was following Jiang Linglong, had a strange and shocking expression on his face.

Because he recognized it, that kid... It's Fang Lang!

Three paragraphs yesterday, five paragraphs today!

Now, he has shown such an amazing swordsmanship again.

It's not like what Lao Fang said that "Fang Lang is just an ordinary academy student".

"Zhao Wou-ki, why are you in a daze? After consulting Mr. Cui, I have to go to the 'Thousand Feige Pavilion', so hurry up."

Suddenly, Jiang Linglong, who had walked into the distance, turned her head, frowned slightly, and said.

"Here."

Uncle Zhao came back to his senses, pleaded guilty, and followed respectfully.

……

Fang Lang returned the tattered wooden sword to the weapon rack, and the old instructor who was in charge of guarding the weapon rack raised his eyebrows, but Fang Lang was not asked to compensate.

This instructor also saw the fight between Fang Lang and Liu Hao, and he knew the amazing sword Fang Lang showed.

"It's a pity, if you change to a fine steel sword, that sword is enough to cut off the opponent's arm, even the arm bone."

The old instructor who was in charge of the weapon rack grabbed a pipe, took a puff, and laughed.

Fang Lang was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled brightly: "It's just a competition between classmates, you have to be forgiving and forgiving."

The most important thing is that the Academy does not allow the use of fine steel swords.

Fang Lang put away his weapon and picked out a brand new wooden sword.

The old teacher was startled when he heard Fang Lang's words.

Be forgiving and forgiving...

Taking a puff of the dry smoke "bad" and exhaling cloudy smoke, the old teacher grinned: "Good boy, he has a good personality."

"Cultivation is also a cultivation of the mind, and the nature of the mind will also affect the practice."

The old teacher knocked on the weapon shelf with a dry tobacco stick, and warned.

Fang Lang nodded to the old teacher, and returned to the martial arts field with a new wooden sword.

In the battle with Liu Hao, Fang Lang experienced the "sword drawing technique".

Fighting with Liu Hao can't trigger the practice passive, so there's no need to waste time, so make a quick decision and draw your sword, either you win or I lose, simply and neatly.

However, the surprise brought to Fang Lang by drawing the sword is huge.

As long as you have in-depth practice communication with the bonded object, you will get special rewards.

This made Fang Lang look forward to the next duel with Ni Wen. Should this kind of duel be considered an in-depth exchange?

The bell is ringing for the lesson of the watch ~IndoMTL.com~ The break is over.

On the martial arts arena, hundreds of students from the seventh book building and the third floor gathered one after another and formed a square formation.

After the teacher nagged for a while, he ordered the students to practice against each other.

The students dispersed, and the flying blue shirts were on the martial arts arena, like green leaves blown by the wind.

A corner of the martial arts arena.

Fang Lang and Ni Wen stood opposite each other.

In Ni Wen's hand was a stick that looked like a dead branch.

Fang Lang looked at Ni Wen with a refined and easy-going smile.

Ni Wen's head was almost shrunk into her blue shirt, a little embarrassed, feeling uneasy.

I really only practice with you, I... don't talk to you!

In the distance, Yang Zhengyi flicked the bangs on his forehead, and glanced at Fang Lang with resentment.

This kid is floating, his wings are stiff, for the sake of the little woman, I won't practice against him anymore.

He, Yang Zhengyi, is at number 50 on the gold list!

How could it be better than Ni Wen? !

Ahem...

Ni Wen is third on the gold list, and he, Yang Zhengyi... seems really inferior.

For a while, Yang Zhengyi became more and more sad, and he had resentment in his heart, and he wanted to vent his resentment on his opponent.

Opposite Yang Zhengyi, Liu Hao, who had just taken the golden sore medicine, twitched violently at the corner of his mouth, and a bad premonition arose spontaneously.

Under the order of the teacher.

All the students who stood facing each other bowed towards their opponents one after another.

"Please advise."

The shouts swayed from the willow branches, lingering over the martial arts arena.

The next moment, the sparring started, and the sound of drinking and fighting exploded instantly.

The youthful breath of the boys and girls permeated unreservedly.

Energetic and lively.

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