Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 12: ?Smashing the egg lottery

Regarding Zhao Wou-ki's identity, Fang Lang actually had some guesses. After all, although Zhao Wou-ki looked simple and honest, the coercion that spread from his body from time to time made Fang Lang very soberly aware that Zhao Wou-ki's cultivation For sure not weak.

Therefore, Zao Wou-ki's ability to praise the mysterious lady in Chunyun Zhai in such a bold way is enough to show the excellence of that mysterious lady.

Although Zhao Wuji is simple and honest, he still smells something unusual from Fang Lang's smile. This kid's smile... is tricky!

Therefore, Zhao Wuji became vigilant.

In the end, Fang Lang still couldn't step into Chunyunzhai, Zhao Wuji didn't let him in, and the branch master of Qianfei Pavilion also blocked him with a smile on his face.

Although Fang Lang really had sincere enthusiasm, he wanted to get to know the mysterious lady who came down from the imperial capital in Chunyunzhai.

But a door of Chunyunzhai blocked Fang Lang.

Let Fang Lang understand that this door is like a moat, separating the two worlds.

The gap between classes, heaven and earth.

At least Fang Lang understands that he is not yet qualified to enter the other party's eyes.

The eagerness in Fang Lang's heart gradually calmed down, and his bright smile gradually restrained, with the corners of his mouth kept upturned.

This encounter, like a basin of cold water, cooled his enthusiasm for getting the system.

However, Fang Lang was holding a fire in his heart, and sooner or later, it would sweep across the vast expanse like a spark from a prairie fire.

"Thank you for your help today, miss. I will keep this kindness in my heart."

"Wave at the bottom, you will find the way you will always be, and you will be the waves of the rivers and lakes."

Fang Lang turned towards the direction of Chunyunzhai, shook his sleeves lightly, cupped his hands, and said.

The body stands straight, the spine is as firm as frost grass, neither humble nor overbearing, as if exuding the stubbornness of a young man who refuses to admit defeat.

Zao Wou-ki and Pavilion Master Xiao didn't say anything, but they could still feel the youth's vigorous vitality.

Inside Chunyunzhai.

The young girl Jiang Linglong's scallion finger gently rubbed the interspatial ring worth tens of thousands of gold on her finger.

Listening to the young man's words from outside the door, the red lips were slightly raised.

"It's a small matter, don't worry about it, see you soon."

Jiang Linglong said.

After all, she still did not report her name.

She just appreciates the ten-year-long practice of swordsmanship as a teenager, which is something she may not be able to persevere.

Outside the door, Fang Lang glanced at the door covered by Zao Wou-ki's wide-body and fat figure, and vaguely saw a pair of beautiful eyes, as deep as an abyss.

Behind Fang Lang, Yang Zhengyi and Ni Wen held their breaths, not daring to pant.

The other party didn't report their name, and Fang Lang didn't force it.

Fang Lang smiled and turned around, Yang Zhengyi and Ni Wen followed.

The setting sun is like blood, haloing the sky with colorful clouds.

The three of them walked out of the Qianfei Pavilion, and Yang Zhengyi slammed the bangs on his forehead with a "click", panting heavily.

"The prodigal son... so depressing! Who the **** is in Chunyunzhai? There are so many cards, and the sub-chamber masters of Qianfei Pavilion are actually covering him!"

Yang Zhengyi seemed to be venting the depression in his heart, let go of the chatterbox, chattered, and kept asking.

Ni Wen lowered her head and timidly followed behind the two.

With a smile on his face, Fang Lang walked steadily on the long street.

Finally, when they reached the corner of the street, Ni Wen said goodbye to Fang Lang. She timidly stretched out her hand from the sleeve of her thick green shirt, waved it, lowered her head, and said in an imperceptible way, "See you tomorrow." ", just trotted and disappeared in the corner of the street, that direction is a dark corner under the prosperity of Luojiang City.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled down, seeming to add a little shyness to the girl.

……

The lights are on.

Fang Lang returned to Fangfu.

Because Fang Lang came back late, Lao Fang went to the Jiaofang Division again, and Fang Lang still missed him after all.

After eating the dinner prepared by the maid, Fang Lang strolled in the courtyard, the sky was filled with starlight, reflected in the water pavilion pond in the atrium.

Fang Lang stretched, but he still had some regrets in his heart.

Going shopping with Ni Wen doesn't count as an in-depth communication related to spiritual practice? !

As expected, the system does not allow any loopholes to be exploited.

"The practice funds have been distributed to the host space accessories, please pay attention to check."

A system prompt pops up.

Fang Lang narrowed his eyes.

The spirit bound to the space ring on the index finger trembled slightly, and a voice came out.

"Your interspatial ring includes five thousand Great Tang gold coins and fifty low-grade spirit crystals."

This is not the prompt sound of the system, but the sound from the space ring.

Fang Lang stroked the space ring and smiled.

With a thought, he floated into a space of about five cubic meters, which contained five thousand gold coins and fifty low-grade spirit crystals.

This is the training fund after the system upgrade.

Fang Lang withdrew from the space ring, and there was a black egg floating in front of him.

This is the black reward egg in the system props bar, which is the reward after completing the task.

Fang Lang was a little curious. In the past, rewards were issued directly, but now this is the way.

"This egg... how to use it?"

Fang Lang asked.

"Ding, this is the reward egg. The reward egg is divided into six levels: black, blue, silver, gold, diamond, and colorful. Please smash it hard to get the reward in the reward egg."

The system explained for Fang Lang.

Fang Lang's eyes lit up, is this the feeling of the lottery?

It feels like throwing a golden egg in a lottery in a previous life.

Raising his hand, a golden hammer naturally appeared in his hand. With a grin, he smashed it down towards the black reward egg with some anticipation.

"Crack!"

The eggshell shattered, and light began to emerge from it.

The shattered eggshells gradually turned into phantoms and dissipated.

"Congratulations to the host for receiving the reward [Professional Flying Sword Control Technology] and the matching [Royal Sword Token]."

"The acquisition of the [Royal Sword Order] is legal, reasonable and effective. The name of the host is registered in the register and does not violate the laws of the Tang Dynasty. Please use it with confidence."

After smashing the reward egg, the reward that jumped into his eyes made Fang Lang's eyes bright.

This is a palm-sized token with a magic array engraved on it. This magic array is used to activate the formation in the flying sword. Only in this way can the flying sword be activated and control the sky.

The specialized level of flying sword control technology poured into Fang Lang's spirit through memory and muscle transmission.

Just like learning how to draw a sword before, Fang Lang soon felt as if he had become an old driver.

In my memory, I used to fly a flying sword soaring above the sky.

Through memory, Fang Lang also understands that if he can pass the [Token of Yujian], even a swordsman will have the qualification to fly to the sky with Yujian.

Because, with the development of practice, the practitioners have developed a magic array and engraved it in the flying sword, making the flying sword a means of transportation. Order], and with enough spiritual crystals, he can easily control the flying sword to soar into the sky.

Its speed is faster than that of a powerful sword repairing Yujian, so it gradually became popular in the Tang Dynasty and became the standard equipment for practitioners.

Fang Lang understood after a simple comparison that the flying sword in the Tang Dynasty was similar to the car in the previous life, and was regarded as a means of transportation.

Smacking his mouth, although Fang Lang was excited, he was a little regretful.

After all, he doesn't have his own flying sword, and now this skill and the reward of [Sword Control Order] seem a bit tasteless.

Moreover, this reward does not help him in his scientific examination, after all, the scientific examination does not test Biaojian's level.

It's better to have a few more booster cards.

So, there is still some disappointment.

After walking in the courtyard, Fang Lang returned to his house, planning to start practicing.

Although he got the system, Fang Lang understood that ~IndoMTL.com~ he just had the hope of becoming stronger, and even worked harder than his previous practice.

There is an extra vacancy in the binding object column.

This means that Fang Lang can bind the second genius. However, there is no target for the time being, so Fang Lang is not in a hurry to bind.

Fang Lang thought of the mysterious girl in the Qianfei Pavilion Chunyunzhai. According to Zhao Wuji's description, Fang Lang wanted to reserve the next spot for her, even though he didn't know her name yet.

On the table in the room, there are ten low-grade spirit crystals, which were prepared by Lao Fang for Fang Lang.

Fang Lang's heart warmed, and he put away the ten spirit crystals.

"End the practice early, and I have to go to the teaching building tomorrow to find out what Wen Jiaoxi said about the 'Sword Asking Conference'."

Fang Lang let out a foul breath.

Empty your mind and sink your mind.

"Switch the practice state of the bonded object." Fang Lang said.

"Ding, the switch is successful, I wish you a happy practice."

A system prompt popped up, and soon fell silent.

Fang Lang took out the spiritual crystals in the training funds provided by the system from the space ring and began to refine them.

Boom!

Fang Lang felt the aura in the spirit crystal, and it began to slowly surge into the meridians.

The night is getting darker.

The waning moon is like a hook.

Fang Beihe returned to Fangfu from Jiaofangsi, smelling of alcohol, passed by the small courtyard where Fang Lang was, and looked at Fang Lang who was practicing hard with the flickering lights in Fang Lang's room.

What is the purpose of his hard work in business and entertainment?

It's not to give Fang Lang, who has no talent for cultivation, a future, a future that can still be stable after failing the scientific examination.

Who doesn't want their son to become a dragon?

Under the moonlight, Fang Beihe leaned against the courtyard wall, smelling of alcohol all over his body, with a gratified smile on his face.