Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 13: ? I, God, lie down

The next day.

When the light of the morning sun dissipates, the dewdrops hanging on the leaves are also evaporated.

Fang Lang sat cross-legged on the bed, and in front of him were scattered six or seven spirit crystal remnants that had been sucked dry.

This is the result of his night of penance.

Fang Lang opened his eyes, and after discussing with Ni Wen, the disadvantages of the improved practice method were reduced a lot, and there was also a lot less smoke on Fang Lang's head during practice.

The aura in his body skyrocketed again. The only pity is that Fang Lang still failed to step into the sixth-level swordsman.

Although it is only at the swordsman level, the further you go, the more aura you need to accumulate to break through.

According to Fang Lang's estimation, fifty low-grade spirit crystals are definitely not enough to rush to the ninth rank in a short time.

If you can't reach the ninth-level swordsman before the scientific examination, it will be difficult to stand out in the scientific examination of the Great Tang Dynasty and become a talented member of the top sect.

Therefore, Fang Lang still felt a sense of urgency.

Fang Lang has ambitions. He wants to become a genius who chooses the top sect, not a student who is selected by the sect.

After a night of penance, both the spiritual thoughts and the physical body were a little overwhelmed, so I left the house, relaxed every cell in my body, and breathed the fresh air in the morning light.

Fang Lang went to the hall.

Zao Wou-ki was having dinner again, and Lao Fang and Lao Zhao had a good chat.

When Fang Lang saw Zhao Wuji, he was taken aback for a moment, and a carefree smile appeared on his face.

Old Zhao glanced at Fang Lang with a faint smile.

Lao Fang seemed to sense the weird atmosphere between Fang Lang and Zhao Wuji, his eyes fluctuated slightly, but he didn't say anything.

After breakfast, Fang Lang left Fang's mansion after talking to Lao Fang, and rushed along the long street towards Luojiang Academy.

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Luojiang Academy.

Teaching building.

Fang Lang stepped into the second floor of the teaching building, stepping on the wooden floor, making a creaking sound.

On the floor, many instructors walked through the corridors with lesson plans, and raised their eyebrows in surprise when they saw Fang Lang, but they didn't come over to ask.

Professor Wen's resting place is located in the eighth room on the second floor of the teaching building. When Fang Lang arrived, there were already many people standing in the room.

Makes the small room quite congested.

In addition to Fang Lang's familiar Wen Jiaoxi, there are three figures, one is an old man with white hair and white beard, sitting on a chair, with a face that sees through the vicissitudes of life and gentleness.

The other two are a man and a woman.

The man is wearing a student green shirt.

As soon as Fang Lang came in, he caught the man's attention. His gaze swept over, and he glanced at Fang Lang before moving away automatically.

This man's appearance is very delicate, but his aura is strong, and he exudes a kind of "I am a genius" self-confidence just standing there.

As for the girl, she was wearing a veil, her face could not be seen clearly, and her figure was slim, but the eyes exposed through the veil were as beautiful as stars.

Jiang Linglong glanced at Fang Lang, his eyes were still in the ancient well.

Fang Lang also looked at the girl, feeling vaguely familiar.

The old man looked at Fang Lang with a smile on his face.

Fang Lang's heart shuddered, and he bowed: "Dean Cui."

This old man is the dean of Luojiang Academy. It is rumored that he is a fourth-rank master who has mastered the forbidden spell. His every move has terrifying destructive power.

"Your name is Fang Lang, right? The little guy is very good."

Dean Cui nodded with a smile.

He watched the sword under the willows outside the martial arts field before, but by chance he saw Fang Lang's amazing sword, so he had a little impression of this young man.

Wen Jiaoxi stood respectfully beside Dean Cui, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes when he heard the dean praise Fang Lang.

"Dean, these two are the students I selected to participate in the sword-questioning conference held by the 'Sword Shu Sect'."

"This is Liu Bubai, a student of the first book building, a nine-level swordsman, and seventh on the gold list."

"This is... Fang Lang, a student of the seventh book building, a fifth-level swordsman."

Professor Wen introduced: "In addition to the girl Jiang Peijiang introduced by the dean, the three are the students representing our Luojiang Academy to participate in the big competition this time."

The old man put his palms flat on his knees, his face was wrinkled and he smiled kindly.

"Jianshuzong invited more than 200 academies from all over the Tang Dynasty to participate in the sword-questioning competition. Luojiang Academy also made brilliant achievements in the sword-questioning competition in the early years, but it has been lonely these years. Most of the students can't even pass the first round... this year, you have to work hard."

The old man's voice was gentle, encouraging Fang Lang and Liu Bubai.

Encouraged by the dean himself, the sword repair genius Liu Bubai was so excited that he kept nodding his head. Jiang Linglong, who was wearing a veil and aliased as Jiang Pei, was still aloof and just nodded slightly.

The dean smiled, stood up, bent his back, and patted Fang Lang on the shoulder.

"Young man, behave well."

Dean Cui smiled and left the room.

In the room, only Wen Jiaoxi, Fang Lang and others were left.

Wen Jiaoxi looked at the girl wearing a veil, and said with a smile: "Miss Jiang, I heard that the principal said that you are a genius swordsman from the imperial capital, can you tell us about your cultivation?"

Wen Jiaoxi's words made the atmosphere in the room slightly weird.

Jiang Linglong frowned slightly, and then, her black eyebrows eased, and she nodded slightly: "Sword Master."

Professor Wen raised his eyebrows.

The fifteen-year-old sword master is indeed a genius from the imperial capital.

Fang Lang's eyes were condensed. Although it was only two short words, Fang Lang heard a familiar smell.

This girl... is the girl who was in Qianfei Pavilion yesterday!

Liu Bubai heard that the girl came from the imperial capital and had the cultivation of a swordsman. He lowered his haughty head slightly and nodded towards Jiang Linglong, but... was ignored by Jiang Linglong.

This made Liu Bubai look a little ugly.

Liu Bubai, the number one swordsman among the students in this class, possesses the unique pride of a swordsman.

Liu Bubai also had a cold face after being shut down at Jiang Linglong's place.

For Fang Lang, Liu Bubai didn't care. A mere fifth-level swordsman was probably arranged by Luojiang Academy to make up the number. Waste of time in the final sprint.

Professor Wen didn't care too much about the awkward atmosphere among the students.

He looked at Fang Lang, said earnestly, and said, "Your cultivation base is only five ranks, but your swordsmanship foundation is solid, so you still have hope in this sword competition."

"Of course, don't go with the purpose of getting extra points in the scientific examination, you have to go with the purpose of learning."

Professor Wen said.

"Miss Jiang Pei and Liu Bubai are good study objects for you."

For Fang Lang, Wen Jiaoxi still appreciates it, and his roots are very poor, but he must have suffered a lot to be able to practice such a swordsmanship.

Although practice depends on the root and bone, but only by suffering through hardships can one become a master, and it is also applicable to one way of practice.

"Sir, Fang Lang is only a fifth-level swordsman. Although it is said that the swordsmanship competition is only a simple competition of swordsmanship, if there is not enough cultivation to support it, it is difficult to master swordsmanship."

"So, Fang Lang, you don't have to put too much pressure on me. Miss Jiang Pei and I can't help you in individual battles, but you still have a chance to win the team battle on behalf of Luojiang Academy."

Liu Bubai crossed his arms and nodded his chin towards Fang Lang.

He is very confident, and the meaning behind his words is also obvious.

I, God, lie down with me.

Hold on to the waves, just lie down.

At this time, Jiang Linglong glanced at Liu Bubai, and there was a flash of speechlessness in his eyes.

She knows Fang Lang's swordsmanship very well ~IndoMTL.com~ The top swordsmanship that swordsmen can achieve is also very competitive in the swordsmanship competition that only looks at swordsmanship and does not look at cultivation.

Who will take who to lie down... I really can't tell.

Fang Lang smiled gently.

Liu Bubai is not bad, but simply too confident.

Seeing this, Professor Wen stood up, looked at the three of them and said, "Then let's make it like this first. After class in the afternoon, you will gather in the Martial Arts Field. I will give you some simple training and the rules of the big competition." Explain, it's getting late, go back to the library."

The three of Fang Lang walked out of the teaching building one after another.

Liu Bubai patted Fang Lang on the shoulder, meaning to let Fang Lang lie down, and everything was kept silent. After that, the young man's green shirt flew up, his chin was raised proudly, and he turned and left.

Jiang Linglong wore a veil and didn't say anything to Fang Lang and Liu Bubai. She was as proud as a Tianshan snow lotus, unattainable.

Fang Lang looked at Jiang Linglong's back, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Jiang Pei?"

Finally got her name.

Fifteen years old, second-rank sword repair profession, sword master.

This talent... can only be described as terrifying.

Sure enough, there is no way out after the mountains and rivers are poor, and there is another village.

The vacant position of Fang Lang's fettered object can finally come in handy.

If you see a real person and know their name, why not think about it?

Tie her up!

"System, bind the bond object...Jiang Pei."

Fang Lang looked at Jiang Linglong's back and said.

"Ding! Binding in progress..."

"Ding! There is no such person, please bind the host later."

Fang Lang: "???"

Hasty, he was really happy too early.

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