Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 39: ?Personal grievances

Fang Lang was refining spirit crystals overnight.

Except for the unused gold coins, all the spiritual crystals provided by the system were refined by Fang Lang.

Boom!

Above Fang Lang's head, there was smog, and the eight streams of condensed spiritual energy in his body were boiling, like a flood that opened the gate, flowing rapidly through the meridians.

Eight paragraphs!

In the state of double bonds, Fang Lang refined more than a dozen low-grade spirit crystals, and finally broke through his own cultivation base, from the seventh-level swordsman to the eighth-level!

His experience value has also increased to 5000 points, and there are still 5000 points left before the upgrade. That is to say, as long as the 5,000 gold coins in the space ring are spent on consumption related to cultivation, he can upgrade.

The morning sun shines brightly.

Fang Lang opened his eyes and exhaled a foul breath.

My heart is a little excited and surging.

Eight-level swordsman.

With his hard work, he finally crossed from the third stage to the eighth stage.

"However, it's only the eighth stage. From the eighth stage to the ninth stage, more spirit crystal resources will be spent..."

Fang Lang murmured, not too optimistic.

With the improvement of strength, the demand for spirit crystals actually increases exponentially. The higher the level of cultivation, the number of spirit crystals needed may be several times that of before.

The previous fifty spirit crystals could allow Fang Lang to go from the fifth to the eighth stage, but from the eighth to the ninth stage, perhaps more than fifty spirit crystals were needed.

Fortunately, Fang Lang doesn't need to worry about resources. After all, as long as he upgrades the system, there will be enough system funds.

If it doesn't work, Fang Lang still has ten low-grade spirit crystals and two middle-grade spirit crystals funded by Lao Fang's family.

As for the eighth-level swordsman's cultivation, Fang Lang's complacency and slack cannot be tolerated.

If you want to really enter the scientific examination gold list, eighth rank...is not enough, at least nine ranks are required to be barely qualified.

After all, the scientific examination... is facing the students of the entire Tang Dynasty.

Standing up from the bed, Fang Lang twisted his lower body bones. The first-grade level of any profession is actually the time when the foundation is laid. Every time the strength is improved, there will be a slight transformation. improve.

"It's time to find a time to spend the system's money."

"If you spend money, you can gather enough experience points to upgrade. At that time, you will not only have new cultivation resources, but even... an extra bond position."

Fang Lang narrowed his eyes, and couldn't help but look forward to it.

As for spending money, what can be difficult?

……

Putting on a new green shirt and carrying the Liansheng sword box on his back, Fang Lang had breakfast, left Fangfu, and walked towards the academy.

I haven't seen Xiao Wenzi for several days, and Fang Lang still misses... Had an in-depth exchange with her about practice.

Just entered the academy.

Pairs of eyes fell on Fang Lang, full of surprise, envy and puzzlement.

Fang Lang was very uncomfortable with the weird eyes of the students around him. After all, he was a low-key person.

Set foot on the seventh book building.

The moment he stepped into the floor, the students who had chatted together in twos and threes suddenly fell silent.

Even in the seventh book building, the students who had been on the academy's gold list quietly looked at Fang Lang.

Is this what it feels like to be a genius? !

Is this the feeling of being out of tune with the world?

That's weird...not bad.

Fang Lang found his desk seat, sat down cross-legged, propped his chin, and tapped his fingers.

Looking at Ni Wen's desk seat, Xiao Wenzi hasn't come yet.

Between the floors, the rustling voices of classmates and students sounded again.

After all, yesterday the two inner sect disciples of Jianshu Sect came with swords, and announced in a high-profile manner that Fang Lang had won the Jianshu Sect's first sword competition, which was very impactful.

Now Fang Lang's reputation in Luojiang Academy is probably comparable to the top ten geniuses on the gold list.

"Fang Lang is so powerful, he actually won the first place in the Swordsmanship competition!"

"The swordsmanship competition doesn't look at cultivation, but only at swordsmanship. Fang Lang's swordsmanship is really powerful!"

"Everyone asks the sword competition, why is he still coming back to the academy? Shouldn't he directly join the Jianshu sect?"

"Come back to participate in the scientific examination, want to fight for a better sect? But, what else can he do besides the sword? It's inflated. With his strength, the scientific examination is hopeless."

……

The students around were chatting while peeking at Fang Lang.

Although Fang Lang won the Swordsmanship Competition, everyone still felt that Fang Lang's behavior was unwise.

After all, Fang Lang's participation in the scientific examination may not be able to reach the level of being admitted to the Jianshu Sect.

Although 30 points were added, with Fang Lang's roots and cultivation base, it would be extremely difficult to get a score that could be selected by the Jianshu sect, and his hope was almost slim.

At that time, if Fang Lang gets a score that can only be selected by second-class or even third-class sects, and even loses his name to Sun Shan, it will really become a joke for the whole world.

To be able to enter Jianshu Sect, the first-class sect in the Great Tang Dynasty, is beyond self-control.

Fang Lang didn't care about the discussions of the students around him.

Fang Lang's eyes lit up quickly, because he saw Ni Wen, who was wrapped in a green shirt, with her head lowered as always, like a little transparent, and walked into the study building in small steps.

"Little Wenzi!"

Fang Lang shouted.

Ni Wen raised her head abruptly, looked at Fang Lang who was approaching, and felt a little at a loss. After a long time no see, the deer jumped in her heart.

However, Fang Lang sat cross-legged across from her desk familiarly.

Excitedly discussed with her about practice.

Ni Wen's complexion gradually softened, and the uneasiness in her heart was gradually calmed down.

She was also afraid that Fang Lang would win the Swordsmanship Grand Competition and looked down on her.

Now Fang Lang's attitude towards her is the same as before, the stone in her heart is put down immediately, and with a little joy and the unique happiness of a little girl, she discusses issues related to practice with Fang Lang.

Fang Lang took the "Da Tang Shu Jing" this time. He had an in-depth exchange with Lao Jiang before, and he was rewarded with a talisman for repairing the art. About the supercharged array of turbo reversing flying swords...

Fang Lang can only understand a little bit of that stuff. After all, his major profession is sword repair, and he doesn't have a deep research on the theoretical research of minor art repair.

There is a specialization in surgery, but Ni Xueba is very interested in Fang Lang's formation theory.

Stretch out a finger from the sleeve of the green shirt "toot" and paint on the desk case.

While explaining to Fang Lang, he was also thinking.

Although Fang Lang's skill level is not high, it's not a big problem. After opening Ni Wen's **** state, he can barely communicate, and he gradually understands this skill repair talisman.

"Ding! The host and the bonded object Ni Wen have a shallow communication about practice, trigger the practice passive, and get a reward [Punch Card Fragment × 1]."

A system prompt pops up, and it is the familiar punch card again.

Sure enough, Xiao Wenzi is better than Old Jiang.

The shards of the rushing card are a good thing.

It can offset the time to bind the bonded object, Fang Lang is not too much at all.

Soon, when the two were chatting, Wen Jiaoxi stepped onto the floor, sat on the first seat, raised the gavel and patted it, and Fang Lang reluctantly returned to his seat.

……

Outside Luojiang city.

Two streamers of light approached rapidly.

Flying swords flew across the sky, and the sword was surrounded by a circle of continuously circling silver magic circles.

On it, circles of formations protected the figure sitting cross-legged on the flying sword.

Two swords, two people.

One of the figures opened his eyes, looked at the other figure carrying a rusty iron sword, frowned slightly and said, "Fang Lang has obtained the 'Liansheng Sword', and the Jianshu Sect has announced to the world...Lin Yun, you Think twice before acting.”

The figure with the iron sword on his back smiled.

"Take the sword?"

"No, I'm not stupid."

"If you take the sword from Fang Lang, you will offend Jian Shuzong and Xuanyuan Taihua..."

"Jian Shu Zong dared to let a swordsman come out of Shu Mountain with a sword, naturally he has his confidence."

"If you offend Xuanyuan Taihua, even the teacher may not be able to protect me."

"So..."

Lin Yun reached out and touched the **** chest that had been strangled by Fang Lang, clenched his fingers violently, opened his eyes, grinned slightly, overlooking the entire Luojiang City.

"My trip is not for swords, but for personal grievances."

……

The clock-keeping instruction rang the class bell.

After class.

There were two people who ran upstairs and came together~IndoMTL.com~It was Yang Zhengyi and Liu Bubai.

"Prodigal son, you can do it. You actually won the first place in the Swordsmanship Competition. Needless to say, the oiran courtyard of the Jiaofang Division will arrange it tonight to congratulate you!"

Yang Zhengyi flicked the bangs on his forehead and said excitedly.

Liu Bubai at the side glanced at Yang Zhengyi with disgust.

Vulgar!

Swords are much more interesting than women!

"Fang Lang, let's practice sword together!"

"Aren't you going to pass the scientific examination to attack the inner sect of Jianshu Sect?! I will accompany you!"

"My dad just rewarded me with a flying sword. After practicing the sword, I can take you to play with the flying sword!"

Liu Bubai raised his head proudly.

Although lying down in a big competition of swordsmanship, he scored 13 points for nothing.

But he has a very good mentality and has not suffered any blows. He is still a proud little sword fairy of Luojiang!

Fang Lang reluctantly rejected Yang Zhengyi's invitation from the Jiaofang Secretary. As for practicing swords with Liu Bubai... Then he might as well go to the Jiaofang Secretary. Old Jiang is gone. What's the point of fencing with two big men ?

Of course, it was mainly because Liu Bubai's swordsmanship was so bad that Fang Lang was not interested.

"Old Liu, go play by yourself, I have something important to do today."

Fang Lang simply refused.

Only Liu Bubai was left with a sad face.

Call Renzhen Teambao when you need it, and Lao Liu when you don't need it...

Heh.

Fang Lang ignored the mournful Liu Bubai, and after saying goodbye to Ni Wen, he set foot on the main street and headed straight for Qian Fei Pavilion, where money could be spent.

Just stepped into Qianfei Pavilion.

Steward Yu's eyes lit up, as if he saw a big client coming to his door, and he walked over with a smile on his face.

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