Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 49: ? Early use and early enjoyment

The continuous torrential rain began to gradually stop, leaving only a few rain particles that got out of the clouds and were still stubbornly diving towards the ground.

Zao Wou-ki came back, carrying a pile of muddy corpses dripping with blood.

He didn't have too much communication with Fang Lang, but he greeted Lao Fang with warmth and comforted him.

Zao Wou-ki assured Lao Fang that as long as he stayed in Luojiang City, he would be fine.

With Zao Wou-ki's guarantee, Lao Fang really felt relieved.

Afterwards, Zhao Wuji mentioned Lin Yun's disfigured corpse and took a deep look at Fang Lang.

"Little guy, work hard to become stronger. The Jiang family can protect you, but not for the rest of your life."

"Work hard to become stronger, so that Lao Fang won't be worried about you, and Miss... won't be worried either."

Zhao Wuji said.

After finishing speaking, my heart is full of mixed feelings, such a good Chinese cabbage, Miss... Sigh.

Supporting his body with the Liansheng Sword, Fang Lang nodded solemnly.

Zhao Wuji looked complicated, sighed, carried Lin Yun's body, jumped up, walked away through the sky with raindrops, and disappeared in the night at an extremely fast speed.

The torrential rain was still washing away, diluting the **** water all over the ground, flowing between the ditches, and eliminating traces.

Wen Jiaoxi yawned, holding an umbrella, and after waving goodbye, he also disappeared into the rainy night.

Flick your clothes and hold an umbrella to go.

Outside the courtyard, the two soy-sauced martial artists from Qian Fei Pavilion also hurriedly left in embarrassment. Steward Yu told them to play by ear and provide assistance within their ability, but the battle just now involved fourth-rank swordsmanship, which was beyond their ability Intervening, so I can only watch the excitement.

In the silent night, the hustle and bustle began to resume.

Lao Fang held an umbrella, and Fang Lang, who was holding his weak legs, slowly left the Jiaofang Division, which was gradually becoming noisy.

The accumulation of blood in the small courtyard of Chunmei is also the last trace of the human world that gradually dissipated under the scouring of the rain overnight.

……

The father and son returned to Fangfu.

Lao Fang went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of hot porridge for Fang Lang to dispel the chill.

What happened tonight had a great impact on Lao Fang, but he must not panic, he had to give his son some peace of mind.

Lao Fang understands that the impact on Fang Lang will be greater tonight!

The first time to kill someone, how can the lake of heart be quiet.

The patter of rain outside the window was still falling, and there was a crisp sound of ticking on the rubble.

Inside the house, Fang Lang quietly scooped up the porridge with a blue and white porcelain spoon, blowing off the heat of the white rice porridge, and sipped it into his mouth.

Both of them looked at each other silently, and neither of them opened their mouths.

The oil lamp was jumping. After a long time, the old man looked at Fang Lang: "Are there enough spirit crystals?"

Fang Lang nodded.

"Your boy is not like your father and me at all. Your father and I have only white roots, so in the process of cultivation, I lost my mind and didn't think about you... It seems that there is still a play!"

Lao Fang laughed.

"It's okay if we have no hope. Since there is hope, we will go all out and go for it! If there is no spirit crystal, tell Dad that Dad has nothing else. Sell a few squares, restaurants, and fields together. It’s okay to collect enough resources for your practice!”

"Your mother passed away early, and father promised her to take good care of you, and he would do everything."

Lao Fang said dully, that night, he said a lot, and he poured out all the things that he had never said to Fang Lang before.

He could feel his son's growth.

And the growth of a son means that he is getting old.

Fang Lang drank the porridge silently, nodding constantly.

Looking at the beating oil lamp, Lao Fang watched Fang Lang stand up with a smile, and patted Fang Lang on the shoulder.

"Don't worry about my safety, I have already told Lao Zhao, and Lao Zhao promises that what happened tonight will not happen again. With him around, I feel very safe."

"Old Zhao, your father and I are young, super able to fight, he seems to be a fifth-rank martial artist, he is not good at it, and he always orders seven or eight girls every time he goes to Jiaofangsi, tsk."

Lao Fang was chatting, but the topic was a bit off topic.

Fang Lang smiled, but saw that the smile on Old Fang's face faded, and he spoke earnestly: "As Mr. Wen said, there is only half a month left before the scientific examination, don't hide it, boldly rush !”

"If there is you on the top of the mountain, Dad will touch your palm at the foot of the mountain and be proud of you."

Lao Fang smiled, and then took away the porridge bowl Fang Lang had finished drinking, left the room, and carefully closed the door.

Fang Lang got up and walked to the window. The rainy night was getting hazy. Looking at Lao Fang who left with an umbrella, he let out a foul breath slowly.

"As Professor Wen said, if you want to solve all problems...the only way is to become the number one scholar!"

There was light in Fang Lang's eyes.

But even with the help of the system, Fang Lang felt that it would be difficult to become the champion.

The system had just released an achievement task before, and the goal was to be named on the gold list.

But it's just the title of the gold list.

The two are completely different concepts, the bottom of the gold list... that is also the title of the gold list.

Obviously, in the system's prediction, it is also very difficult to hit the No. 1 pick.

Fang Lang got up and climbed onto the bed.

According to what Old Zhao said, the reason why Lin Yun came to him was not only Lin Yun's own reasons, but also a black hand behind the scenes, who seemed to be the third prince in the Chang'an Palace.

The third prince, the Jiang family, the Donglu Sword Master and the Jianshu Sect...

Fang Lang let out a breath slowly. He was a small person, and he was involved in a terrible vortex if he didn't stop.

The sense of crisis is strong.

However, Fang Lang has no regrets.

Every cause must have its fruit. From the time he chose to bind Lao Jiang, it was like stepping half a foot into the vortex. Then, he overwhelmed all the swordsmanship geniuses in the Jianshu sect and pulled out the Liansheng sword. You can't stay out of it.

Sitting cross-legged, Fang Lang shook off the distracting thoughts in his head.

As Professor Wen said, the next thing he has to do is to prepare for the scientific examination. If he can make a big splash in the scientific examination, he may even become the number one scholar in the Tang Dynasty.

All the problems, all the clouds that covered his eyes will disappear.

It's really time to work hard!

"System, switch the double bond state!"

Fang Lang's eyes suddenly sharpened, he eliminated distracting thoughts, and had no distractions.

"Ding! The bond status has been switched successfully."

However, Fang Lang paused suddenly.

He has just completed the system upgrade, and now, there is still a vacant position among the bonded objects.

Since Fang Lang wants to work hard to become the champion, he must use all available capital.

He can't wait to get in touch with a new peerless genius, Fang is bound.

This will waste too much time for fettering places.

Besides, as long as the system is upgraded, the quota will be expanded. Therefore, Fang Lang feels that he must pay attention to the immediate efficiency and use the quota.

As the saying goes, early use and early enjoyment...

"Bind another genius and enter the state of three bonds to practice at the same time, so the speed of practice should be much faster."

"But, the third bonded object... who is bound?"

Fang Lang frowned.

In fact, the next binding object, the root bone, may not be too good. After all, no matter how good the root bone is, it may not be able to surpass the old ginger. The main bond is still the old ginger.

So the next bond object needs to meet a few conditions, know it, be able to bind it quickly, and easily trigger the practice passive to reward more item cards...

There is a suitable one.

A flash of lightning flashed in Fang Lang's mind, and it seemed that a shadow entered his mind with a barbaric posture.

"Huh? Old Liu?"

Fang Lang's eyes flickered.

Liu Bubai, the seventh-ranked swordsman of the Luojiang Academy's gold list.

This young man who once wanted to lead him to lie down and win, but the edges and corners were worn away by reality.

Although Liu Bubai has been lying and winning, his talent is actually not bad.

After all, Liu Bubai's family background is indeed much better than that of Ni Wen's, but this young man, who devotes all his attention to flying swords, actually spends less time on practice than expected~IndoMTL.com~Mainly because Fang Lang thought of it One thing, isn't it a coincidence that Lao Liu likes to play with flying swords?

With his Fang Lang's professional flying sword skills, after binding Lao Liu, he took Lao Liu to fly every time. Isn't that every time an in-depth communication related to practice?

Don't think that controlling a flying sword is not a practice, and the exercise of a flying sword for spiritual training is also a different kind of practice.

Therefore, the matter of finding topics related to practice is saved.

Sure enough, a man's happiness is purer than that of a woman!

Fang Lang's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, like a morning star in the east in the dark night.

Then why hesitate?

Tie him up!

"System, bind the bond object, Liu Bubai!"

Fang Lang gritted his teeth.

"Ding, the bond object is being bound..."

"Ding, it is detected that the binding object is a nine-level swordsman, which is similar to the host's cultivation level. The binding time is estimated to be a quarter of an hour."

“…”

Fang Lang squeezed the fragments of the rush card, and it turned out... that's it?

Lao Liu, you are so short.

In a quarter of an hour.

Fang Lang was in a state of double bonds, after absorbing two low-grade spirit crystals.

A system prompt resounded in my mind.

"Ding, the bond object is successfully bound."

……

The night is getting colder and colder.

Liu Mansion.

On the bed, Liu Bubai, who was sleeping soundly while holding Feijian in another position, suddenly woke up with a start, covered in cold sweat.

Turning his head and looking out of the window where the drizzle was pouring down, he looked bewildered.

What's going on?

Why is there an inexplicable emptiness in my heart.

Is this...

Is lying win too many hangovers?

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