Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 44: ?Rainy night killing machine

The night was as dark as thick ink, and the rain kept falling.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, Fang Lang headed towards Jiaofangsi under the guidance of the guards.

Guanshi Yu had a graceful figure, and Pingting stood in front of Qianfei Pavilion's door. The rain gradually blurred her vision.

She looked at the back of Fang Lang who disappeared with the guards, her red lips were slightly pursed, and she fell into thought.

Steward Yu also heard some of the conversation between Fang Lang and the boy.

"Young Master Fang, are you being threatened?"

Steward Yu raised his eyebrows slightly.

After thinking for a while, she waved to the two guards in Qianfei Pavilion in the distance.

The strength of these two guards are both second-rank martial arts practitioners in the martial arts profession.

"Follow up to see the situation, if possible, help Mr. Fang solve some troubles."

Guanshi Yu parted his red lips lightly, looking at the rain curtain with his beautiful eyes, he said.

"Here."

The two martial artist guards bowed, turned around and put on their bamboo hats, then rushed into the rain and disappeared.

Manager Yu ignored it, turned around in a slim figure, and walked gracefully towards the phantom formation area.

The reason why she sent a martial artist to help, apart from selling a flying sword today and she was in a good mood, was mainly because of the mysterious girl from the imperial capital.

As for whether Fang Lang can be helped in the end, she can't control it.

Turning around and going back to the room, the slender legs were looming under the slit tight cheongsam.

However, as soon as she turned around, a master of the Dharma Realm rushed over in a hurry, a fourth-rank art repair professional who was in charge of maintaining and counting the information in the phantom formation area.

"Yu Xiao! Where's the guy who used the phantom array to test the flying sword just now?!"

Guanshi Yu was stunned, what made this master of the legal realm so anxious.

They actually called her by her first name.

"Just left, what's the matter?" Manager Yu was puzzled.

"That man's first test flight, he actually got on the sword monument! And he was the first two hundred to climb the sword monument!"

The master was frothing with excitement.

When Steward Yu heard this, he was stunned.

The next moment, when she came back to her senses, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened.

"Controlling Thousand Emerald Flowing Fire...to the Sword Monument?!"

Guanshi Yu felt astonished and unbelievable.

This...impossible!

The top 200 sword monuments are basically professional sword masters!

How did Fang Lang use the entry-level flying sword to rush to the top two hundred of the sword monument? !

Liuhuo is just an entry-level flying sword. Even if it is a real professional swordsman who controls Liuhuo, it will be difficult to rush to the top 200 sword monuments, right? !

Guanshi Yu suddenly became short of breath, and his towering chest heaved up and down.

She seems to have seized a certain opportunity, the opportunity for the rise of the Qianfei Pavilion flying sword industry!

"Quick! Activate the backtracking array, and take a look at Mr. Fang's backtracking!"

……

The dragon has reverse scales, once touched, it will provoke the wrath of the shocking dragon!

There is also a scale in the human heart.

Fang Lang's Ni Lin is Lao Fang.

Lao Fang is Fang Lang's only relative in this world, and Lao Fang's position in Fang Lang's heart is very important.

Not only because Lao Fang's paternal love is like... Jinshan.

It's even more because of the old Fang's love for Fang Lang, which comes from the heart!

Therefore, when the guards of the Jiaofang Division said that Lin Yun and Lao Fang were drinking, Fang Lang's heart would burst out with unstoppable anger.

Threatening him with Lao Fang?

Fang Lang couldn't help but raise his heart. He didn't expect that Lin Yun would find Luojiang City.

There is no doubt that Lin Yun came for him.

Because of what?

Lotus Sword?

Holding an umbrella, Fang Lang walked in the night rain, with a sullen face, thinking.

Or... It's because Fang Lang once defeated Lin Yun in the Swordsmanship Competition, and Lin Yun refused to accept it, so his petty mind broke out... Want to get back the field?

There are two possibilities.

However, no matter what, Lin Yun used Lao Fang to threaten Fang Lang, which completely touched the backlash in Fang Lang's heart!

There was a fire brewing and surging in Fang Lang's chest.

Fang Lang was very angry, but the more angry he became, the calmer he became.

He asked the guards, and learned from the guards that Lin Yun was not alone. Fang Lang had expected this. This is Luojiang City, and Luojiang Academy is here. If Lin Yun dared to come in person, it should be Have confidence.

Obviously, that other person is his confidence.

The rain fell faster and faster, and the raindrops fell on the umbrella surface, burst open, burst into misty water mist, and covered the earth and the world with a veil.

The Secretary of the Jiaofang will arrive soon.

Fang Lang stood in front of the door. In the Jiaofang Division, there were three or two figures, and they walked out with weak legs after being escorted by a revealing and charming girl.

When one of the figures saw Fang Lang, he was startled.

"Yo, prodigal son?!"

Yang Zhengyi still had lip marks on his neck, and his bangs on his forehead were a little messy. When he saw Fang Lang, his eyes were bright.

However, Fang Lang didn't have any joy, and his cold eyes met him, making the smile on Yang Zhengyi's face gradually disappear.

"Lao Yang, do me a favor."

"Go to the academy and ask Professor Wen to come to the Jiaofang Division."

Fang Lang said.

Something went wrong.

Fang Lang's serious expression was instantly understood by Yang Zhengyi, who had been mixed up since he was a child.

Without asking why, Yang Zhengyi just nodded.

Open the oil-paper umbrella and rush directly into the rain curtain.

Fang Lang is not stupid, he has to learn to find a way out for himself.

After all, he is just a swordsman.

Watching Yang Zhengyi disappear under the rain curtain, Fang Lang was moved and made second-hand preparations.

"System, smash the egg."

A cyan reward egg appeared in front of him, and he smashed it with a hammer without hesitation.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the [Five-fold Amplification Card], [Borrowing Card], and [Enchanting Card]."

The system prompt popped up, and Fang Lang glanced at the income item bar, neither happy nor sad.

The guard bowed slightly, dripping water from the edge of the bamboo hat: "Mr. Fang...please."

It was the first time he came to Jiaofangsi, the place of fireworks, but he never expected...it was so unromantic.

Fang Lang suddenly felt regretful.

For the first time, it was lost like this.

Lin Yun, the enmity between the two of us is getting bigger and bigger.

The tranquility of the night has long been broken by the pattering rain.

Fang Lang followed the guards to Chunmei Courtyard. The courtyard was brightly lit, but silent.

Fang Lang's heart also suddenly hangs.

The guard was soaked in the rain, and stood sideways in front of the courtyard gate.

Holding the oiled paper umbrella given by Manager Yu, Fang Lang stepped into Chunmei Courtyard.

One into it.

In the courtyard, sights quickly swept over and fell on Fang Lang.

In the middle of the pavilion, Lin Yun squatted on the chair with a smile all over his face. He was grabbing a greasy chicken leg and stuffing it into his mouth.

Old Fang was sitting opposite, with a beautifully dressed woman next to him.

When Lao Fang saw Fang Lang, the flesh on his face trembled slightly, and he growled, "Lang'er, go!"

He obviously knew that Lin Yun came for Fang Lang.

Seeing that Lao Fang was fine, Fang Lang let out a burst of anger that was pent up in his heart.

Lin Yun "Zi Liu" took a sip of the wine, and with a "pop", he slapped the wine glass on the table, chewed and swallowed the chicken leg meat slowly, and said with a smile, "Here?"

"It's raining and it's cool, how about a glass of wine to warm you up?"

Lin Yundao.

"Look, I had a very happy conversation with your father, and even let the oiran accompany him, isn't it righteous?"

Lin Yun jumped off the chair, stretched, and looked at Fang Lang with a smile.

And Fang Lang's eyes moved away from Lao Fang, and fell on the burly figure who was drinking quietly, two figures away from Lao Fang.

Just taking a look, Fang Lang's pupils shrank, feeling the boundless haze coming from the sky to fill his chest!

Close your eyes and cut off your sight, the haze and pressure suddenly disappeared.

Fang Lang was apprehensive, turned his head, and no longer looked at the burly figure, but at Lin Yun.

"You came here for the Lotus Sword?"

Fang Lang asked, and while asking, he gathered the oil-paper umbrella and threw it aside casually.

Then ~IndoMTL.com~ stretched out his hand, holding the hilt of the Liansheng Sword in the sword box on his back, which pointed obliquely at the sky in the rainy night, with five slender fingers.

Step by step, Lin Yun walked to the edge of the pavilion. The raindrops, like falling pearls, spilled down the corners of the eaves and hit the ground with a crackling sound, tearing apart the dead silence of the night.

Through the bead curtain, Lin Yun looked at Fang Lang with a half-smile, and shook his head.

He raised his hand, covered his chest, and clenched slightly.

"The Liansheng Sword was given to you by Chao Xiaojian, how dare I **** it?"

"I'm here only for personal grievances."

Lin Yun said seriously.

"I have always thought that the rules of the Swordsmanship Competition are bullshit. Can swordsmanship be called swordsmanship without the support of cultivation?"

"Last time I didn't use my aura, I didn't use my cultivation..."

"You stabbed nine swords in my chest, this time I will stab you nine swords too."

"Let you know what a sword is... hmm?"

However...

He has not yet finished speaking.

In the rain curtain, Fang Lang's figure swayed for a while, and as the green shirt trembled, countless raindrops stained on it were shaken into gouache, bringing up misty water mist.

The footsteps are stepped on, and the accumulated water splashes three feet!

Lingxu stepped down with his sword, pulling out an afterimage.

Jumping up, across the arc, afterimages returned to the main body, and appeared in front of the pavilion!

In the box, draw your sword!

The sword light is like lightning, and it suddenly strikes!

At this time, the boy's cold words that did not contain human fireworks floated from the rain.

"Threatening Nima, what a fool."

Finished.

The young man draws his sword, and murderous intentions rise in the rainy night.

The pouring raindrops seemed to feel the cold killing intent, and moved away silently.

No longer a drop of rain dares to fall on a young man!

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