Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 132: ?? Fang Lang never fights alone

Zhao Zhenshi stood in the cloudy formation, staring at the carriage that descended from the sky.

He didn't arrest Fang Lang, that's because Fang Lang is a disciple of Taihua Sword Immortal, and the Lianhui sword is still stuck in the Dao Mausoleum. Fang Lang came here this time to draw the sword. If he hurt Fang The waves may cause Lian Huijian's reaction.

However, except for Fang Lang, if other people want to join the Dao sect so arrogantly, they will have to pay a price!

The four elders soared into the sky, and the terrifying aura seemed to make the entire mountain change color, the clouds surged, and the mountains and rivers changed color!

These are four extremely powerful monks.

Skill cultivation is at the fourth level, the fifth level human curse, the sixth level earth curse, the seventh level heavenly curse, the eighth level forbidden curse...

These four elders of the Dao Sect are all existences of the Seventh Grade Heavenly Curse Realm, and what they are using at this moment is also the extremely powerful Five Elements Array of the Dao Sect!

This five-element array is not comparable to An Fan's array that has mastered the fur.

As soon as the magic circle came out, a vision appeared, as if destroying the world!

At this moment, all the disciples who were about to rush towards the direction of the Dao Mausoleum stopped, and Fang Lang raised his head with a change in expression.

Fang Lang also didn't know how strong the old man in the blacksmith shop was.

However, to be respected by Chao Xiaojian, his strength should not be weak.

The carriage fell, and the four elders were suspended around the carriage. The four magic formations seemed to block the east, west, north, south, and the four directions, trying to crush the carriage.

On the carriage, Zhao Wuji, who was a fifth-rank martial artist, was full of energy and blood, and felt a huge oppression, which made him almost out of breath!

Zhao Zhenshi stared at the void with his hands behind his back, his Taoist robe flying.

Looking at the carriage that was about to be crushed, he laughed out loud.

"Hahaha..."

"Zhao Longshi is not in Dao Daozong, you Zhao Zhenshi is very domineering?"

"The old man has been working on iron for many years, but he has never made a move. In this world, have you forgotten the old man's vicious name?"

"Back then, Taihua was alone in the Daoist sect, but today... I, Huang Zhihe, have come to experience that coquettishness."

The words fall.

But the curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing a wrinkled face like the old root of Coptis chinensis, with a faint smile on his face, and slowly stretched out his hand.

In an instant!

In that hand, a hammer appeared!

A hammer full of mottled sword marks!

Fang Lang looked up, his eyes were extremely bright.

However, a boundless and endless sword intent erupted from the hammer!

The old man sat in the carriage, grabbed the hammer in one hand, and swung it up. The hammer was as sharp as a sword!

The magical formation that had the illusion of a giant dragon occupying the mountain was instantly hit by a hammer, and the invisible air waves spread out like ripples, setting off a strong wind!

It's like being pierced by a divine blade from top to bottom!

The elder of the Dao Sect turned pale in an instant, gushing out a mouthful of blood, and fell back onto the square as if struck by lightning, the blue bricks beneath him cracked and sunken like blooming flowers.

The old man flicked his fingers lightly, and the heavy sword intent was smashed out again with the heavy hammer.

Four magic circles, four hammers smashed!

The four elders of Dao Dao Sect fell on the square one after another.

The pressure on Zao Wou-ki's body was released, and he drove the carriage to land on the square quietly.

The hammer disappeared, the curtain of the carriage was lowered, and everything returned to its original peaceful appearance.

The expressions of the four elders around them changed inexplicably, and there was fear flowing deep in their eyes. When they saw the hammer covered with mottled sword marks, they knew who it was that struck.

Zhao Zhenshi stared at the carriage from the sea of ​​clouds formation.

"One Hammer Sword Immortal, Huang Zhihe."

"I didn't expect that Chao Xiaojian would invite you, an old ghost, out of the mountain."

"But you were not defeated by Xuanyuan Taihua many years ago, why did you help Xuanyuan Taihua?"

Zhao Zhenshi said.

He knew that Huang Zhihe had kept his hand, otherwise the four elders in the seventh-rank heaven curse realm would be killed by Huang Zhihe with a hammer.

The fierce reputation of Yihammer Sword Immortal is not in vain.

This person originally used an epee sword, he used the sword like a hammer, and with one hand hammered the sword, he smashed all the masters in the world.

So far, this old thing is still on the reward list of the Ministry of War.

However, in fact, it's just a name. After all, this person is not a criminal. However, because this person is related to the remnants of the previous dynasty, he is wanted.

Of course, the imperial court didn't take it too seriously. Whether they can be caught or not is up to fate.

It would take a lot of manpower and material resources to catch a ninth-rank master, and Huang Zhihe has always been in retirement, so basically let him go.

A skinny hand reached out from inside the carriage and lifted the curtain.

Ni Wen helped the old man get off the carriage.

Zhao Wou-ki stood beside him quietly.

The old man Huang Zhihe glanced at Zhao Zhenshi who was standing in the sea of ​​clouds, and said: "You know how old people like you."

Zhao Zhenshi: "..."

Glancing at the four elders who were just broken in the formation and severely wounded, Zhao Zhenshi understood that Huang Laogui still didn't want to tear his face.

"Zhao Zhenshi, I want to see the competition between Fang Boy and your Daoist sect disciples climbing the thousand-step ladder, can you?"

"Don't refuse, old people can't stand stimulation, once you are rejected, I'm afraid I can't help but smash your mountain gate with a hammer!"

"Zhao Longshi is not here, you little Zhao, you may not be able to suppress this old man."

With the support of Ni Wen, the old man spoke extremely cruel words in a weak appearance.

Zhao Zhenshi stared at the old ghost Huang for a long time, then sneered coldly: "Look at it if you like, but you are not allowed to enter the Dao Mausoleum, otherwise... why not leave you as an old ghost today!"

"You are quite arrogant, Xiao Zhao, that's all, the old man is just a weak old man, so what evil thoughts can he have?"

"I just want to watch the show."

"I just want to see Xiao Fang pull out Tai Hua's sword."

Huang Zhihe said with a smile.

Zhao Zhenshi stroked his beard: "Then let's wait until this kid overwhelms many disciples of my Dao Sect on the thousand-step ladder."

"If you can't even win the qualification to enter the Dao Mausoleum, then even Taihua Sword Immortal can't say anything in person."

In the distance.

Fang Lang was also relieved to see the old man suppressing four powerful Daozong elders with a hammer.

Although Fang Lang used the scan, he knew that this senior was definitely not weak.

However, after all, it is against the first sect of the Tang Dynasty, the Dao sect.

Despite the deterrence of the Taihua Sword Immortal, if Daoist sect really fights, it will be enough.

Since Ni Wen and Senior Huang are safe, Fang Lang followed Hong Liu, a disciple of Dao Dao Sect, towards the antique stone path.

An Fan and Li Yuanzhen couldn't help appearing next to Fang Lang.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon."

An Fan looked at Fang Lang and said with a smile.

In the resource war, Fang Lang's series of designs just stabbed him, which An Fan never expected.

Li Yuanzhen stared at Fang Lang with an inexplicably complicated expression.

He was psychologically shadowed by Fang Lang.

"However, we would like to thank you for your arrival to open the Dao Mausoleum ahead of schedule, but there is definitely no hope for you if you compete for the thousand-step ladder."

An Fan smiled and chatted with Fang Lang like a spring breeze.

While chatting, the two came to the holy land of the Dao Sect, at the foot of the Dao Mausoleum.

Looking up, you can see a mountain peak hidden among the clouds.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a huge archway portal, above which is written the words "Da Dao Mausoleum".

Passing over the gate of the archway, you can see the thousand-meter-long cyan stone steps looming in the curling clouds, laying straight into the mountain peak in the clouds.

Densely packed disciples of Daoist sect wearing azure blue Taoist robes gathered in the open space in front of the archway, crowded and full of enthusiasm.

For the disciples of Dao Dao Sect, every opening of Dao Dao Mausoleum is a grand event.

Because the disciples of the Dao sect who are in the fourth rank can only wait for the opening of the Dao Mausoleum, even for a genius who has half entered the fifth rank like An Fan.

Zhao Zhenshi came on foot.

In the distance, Ni Wen supported Huang Zhihe, also stopped in the distance, watching quietly.

The elders of the Dao Dao Sect also appeared, staring at the stairs hidden under the clouds and the peaks of the Dao Dao Mausoleum.

Zhao Zhenshi raised his hand and recruited more than a dozen disciples, including An Fan.

These dozen or so disciples are all disciples of the fourth rank and ninth rank of the Daoist sect, and their cultivation bases are the same as An Fan's.

Zhao Zhenshi's eyes were deep, with a little expectation: "You should know the reason why the Dao Mausoleum was opened this time?"

"Fang Lang's son is no more than the third grade. You have all practiced in the sect for many years. This time, you climbed the ladder and grabbed the top ten places as quickly as possible."

"Compared with Fang Lang, you should have an advantage!"

"This time climbing the mausoleum, Fang Lang is against half of the Dao Sect. If he loses, let it go. If he wins, you will all become jokes!"

All the disciples of Daoist sect laughed.

They are all at the peak of the fourth rank, how could they lose to Fang Lang?

"Go! I crush this kid!"

Zhao Zhenshi said seriously.

All the disciples were not joking, they all bowed their hands.

In the open space under the gate of the archway, the disciples of the second, third, and fourth ranks of the Daoist sect stood one after another, all gearing up for the climb.

Fang Lang is dressed in white and carries a sword box on his back, which looks a bit eye-catching and different.

An Fan came to Fang Lang and looked at Fang Lang deeply. There was no smile on his face.

"In the resource war, you relied on your strategy to win me, but this time, I will let you understand the gap between us."

"Three grades... after all, they are only three grades."

In the distance.

Zhao Zhenshi pinched a talisman in his hand and threw it up suddenly. The talisman exploded, and in an instant, the curling clouds and mist were lifted like a curtain.

"Creating a mountain, climbing a tomb!"

The words fall.

An Fan withdrew his gaze from Fang Lang, his blue Taoist robe flew up, and stepped forward with one step, stepping on the thousand-meter-long blue stone ladder.

Thousands of disciples of the Daoist sect all walked at the same time.

Like a river tide where the water and the sky meet, there is a shocking huge wave!

Fang Lang is in this line of blue, a touch of white.

Li Yuanzhen turned his head and stared at Fang Lang across dozens of disciples.

He was hit hard by repeated failures, but this time he climbed the ladder and entered the mausoleum, the test was his understanding of the magic formation, which is what Li Yuanzhen is best at, and he will never lose to Fang Lang again!

Fang Lang is just a swordsman, he knows a **** array!

In Li Yuanzhen's heart, there was a rare courage to compete with him, and then he stepped up the ladder.

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"System, open the state of five bonds!"

"Ding, the bond status has been switched successfully, I wish you a happy practice!"

Fang Lang switched the state of fetters, with his hands behind his back, hunting in white, and stepped on the first step of the ladder, all of a sudden, he felt that the magic circle was triggered.

The blue stone steps are covered with moss and dust. If you look carefully, you can see the gap-like lines under the thick moss. These lines are intertwined to form a profound magic array.

The picture in front of him changes, and a complex magic array is intertwined and formed in his sea of ​​consciousness. The lines of the magic array are complex and changeable.

Fang Lang's spirituality spread out and enveloped the magic circle. Although he didn't know much about the magic circle, Fang Lang's spirituality was not weak after all.

Soon, he used his spiritual thoughts to investigate and found a loophole in the magic circle.

Raising your hand, using your spiritual thoughts as your pen, write a stroke on the array.

Boom!

The magic circle disappeared, and a tiny wisp of spiritual thought was involved in Fang Lang's sea of ​​consciousness, making the spiritual thought stronger.

Climbing the ladder is a chance and has great benefits.

Fang Lang was overjoyed, and the second blue stone ladder emerged in front of him.

But Fang Lang stepped on the second ladder and looked up, but his face changed slightly, but he saw that there were at least five hundred disciples standing densely on the second ladder.

Further up, on the third and even the fourth ladder, there are already disciples standing quietly.

Fang Lang saw An Fan, but he saw that An Fan was calm and calm, standing on the fourth ladder, and beside him were several disciples of the fourth rank of the Dao Sect.

Under An Fan, on the third ladder, Li Yuanzhen frowned slightly, trying to crack the magic circle.

How to play this? !

Although Fang Lang's skill level is not weak, he doesn't have much research on the skill array.

Even if the **** state is turned on, the problem-solving speed is slightly better than that of ordinary disciples, but compared with a real genius, it takes too much effort.

In the distance.

Zhao Zhenshi stroked his beard, and several elders of the Daoist sect around him couldn't help but smile happily when they saw Fang Lang who had just stepped onto the second ladder.

Fang Lang is too arrogant.

Really think that the thousand-step ladder is so easy to climb?

Also dare to compete with the talented disciples of the Daoist sect who specialize in the study of magic formations.

Although Fang Lang minored in martial arts, Fang Lang's real major is kendo.

As far as the speed of Fang Lang's solution array is concerned, it is wishful thinking to try to be in the top ten.

Zhao Zhenshi let out a sigh of relief, laughing in his heart that he took it too seriously, and was actually worried that Fang Lang would get his hands on the top ten.

Although Fang Lang's speed is slightly faster than ordinary disciples, at this speed, Fang Lang is lucky to be in the top 100.

And the other side.

Looking at Fang Lang's speed, Zao Wou-ki slapped his face with a slap, as if he couldn't bear to look straight at him, and couldn't stand it.

Ni Wen pursed her lips and clenched her fists.

Huang Lao shook his head: "Zhao Zhenshi is really an old fox. He can force Fang Lang back without bloodshed and prevent him from drawing his sword, which is in line with Daozong's wishes."

Fang Lang is a sword cultivator after all, and it is difficult for him to climb the thousand-step ladder and crack the spell formation.

Time goes by bit by bit.

Above the moss-stained stone path.

Fang Lang stopped to crack, as if five phantoms appeared around him, looking for loopholes in the magic array.

The magic array was cracked, the eighty-second ladder, and a ray of spirituality was absorbed by him again, Fang Lang felt that his spirituality had strengthened a lot.

From Fang Lang's perspective, An Fan has already reached the 150th ladder, and Li Yuanzhen has also reached the 100th ladder...

The gap is getting bigger and bigger!

Fang Lang also understands that this will not work. His speed of solving the problem is not bad, but compared with the disciples of Dao Dao Sect, he is only in the middle and upper reaches.

The top ten is definitely useless!

"What to do?!"

Fang Lang frowned.

Looks like we have to work harder!

It's too slow for him to break through the formation alone, since that's the case...

"System, use dual repair card!"

"Double cultivation target...Ni Wen!"

Fang Lang said.

"Ding~IndoMTL.com~Double repair card has been used."

"I wish you a happy practice!"

Buzz...

With the use of the double repair card, Fang Lang's side, vaguely, seemed to condense a vague figure, which was similar to Ni Wen.

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Of course, no one around can see it, only Fang Lang can see it.

Fang Lang doesn't have much research on the art formation, but Xiao Wenzi is different. In the Jianshu sect, in order to study the way of the sword, he studied a lot of art formations, and Ni Wen also has the blood talent Lingtong , breaking the formation faster!

Fang Lang never fights alone!

Come on, girl!

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