Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 134: ?? Doesn’t he hurt?

The blue sky, white clouds long.

The clouds hang down like silk ribbons, caressing the ancient moss-covered stone ladder like flowing water.

Like a silent watercolor painting, the disciples of the Daoist Sect wearing blue robes are like touches of color dotted in the watercolor painting.

However, at this moment, the world fell into silence.

At the foot of the mountain, between the archways.

Some disciples of the upper fourth rank of Dao Dao Sect, as well as some elders of Dao Dao Sect, all looked at the figure in the ladder, and their pupils began to constrict!

After five hundred ladders, the difficulty of climbing the ladder will soar.

However, no one expected that such a heart-shattering and shocking scene would appear.

Fang Lang's ability to walk up to the five hundred stairs has already exceeded everyone's expectations. However, no one ever thought that, after all, Fang Lang, a practitioner who majored in the profession of sword repair, could actually perform well in the way of martial arts so excellent.

Being able to walk up to five hundred steps above the thousand steps of the cloud ladder is synonymous with top genius even among the many disciples of Dao Dao Sect.

Who knows, after the five hundred steps, Fang Lang's ferocious appearance began.

This son is like a raging flood dragon out of the abyss, opening its fangs towards the disciples of Dao Dao Sect!

At the foot of the mountain, no one spoke, even Zhao Zhenshi was staring.

Even Huang Zhihe, who came to accompany Fang Lang, opened his eyes slightly, showing his inner unrest.

"This kid... finds another way, breaks through the formation with force, and climbs the mountain violently!"

"It's like waving a butcher's knife, smashing through this mountain road and walking out a path."

Huang Zhihe took a deep breath and said.

Zhao Wuji raised his eyebrows, "Is it that simple?"

In the distance, Zhao Zhenshi's ears moved slightly. Hearing this, he glanced at Zhao Wuji and couldn't help laughing: "Simple?"

What a stupid warrior!

"This kind of violent way of breaking the formation is not unprecedented. Every time the Dao Mausoleum is opened, there will be some little guys who are overwhelmed and want to break the formation with force."

"Climbing the ladder is like a battlefield, and the battle between spiritual thoughts is the most dangerous."

"When you swing the knife, the magic array on the stone ladder will give you a stronger swing!"

"Every time, there are many disciples whose spiritual thoughts are injured, and it takes half a year to cultivate... Five hundred ladders and five hundred magic arrays are arrays based on the five elements array."

"Each hundred ladders are formed by the attributes of the five elements. This kid breaks the formation with strength. Where does he have so many spiritual thoughts to support him to break the formation?"

"He broke through the formation with strength at most and walked out of a hundred steps. The last attack of the magic formation required the sea of ​​consciousness to resist, and he lacked the protection of the sea of ​​consciousness with the spiritual consciousness. In the end... he could only end up with a spiritual consciousness. Creation, and even the fate of breaking the sea of ​​consciousness!"

Zhao Zhenshi said.

"When the time comes, this kid will understand how stupid this move is."

Huang Zhihe's face twitched, and he remained calm.

Ni Wen on the side looked up at the white clothes between the ladders with some worry and nervousness.

Zhao Zhenshi didn't speak anymore, but his eyes were actually not that calm.

Indeed, what he said was correct. Many disciples tried to break through the formation with strength, but in the end they were injured because their spiritual thoughts were exhausted and they couldn't bear the backlash.

However, even if those disciples broke through the formation and climbed the ladder, they were not as fast as Fang Lang.

This figure running on the mountain road is simply... a monster!

"This child's spiritual thoughts are so destructive!"

"Spiritual thoughts are tough, and the techniques of cultivation are also extraordinary, at least the ground level, and the spiritual attack techniques are not weak!"

"This son... can make great achievements in the art of cultivation!"

Zhao Zhenshi seemed to see something unusual in his eyes.

No wonder he was accepted as a disciple by Xuanyuan Taihua. Fang Lang's unusualness may be the key point. The disciples accepted by Xuanyuan Taihua are definitely top geniuses!

"At this speed, this kid will definitely be among the top ten on the ladder, overwhelming half of my Dao Sect disciples. How decent is this? It will make my Dao Sect lose face!"

Zhao Zhenshi let out a breath, worried in his heart, but didn't know what to say.

"However, the only good news is that this child should not be able to hold on for too long. If the spirit is released so recklessly, there will definitely be a time when it will dry up. At that time, it will face the counterattack of the magic circle."

Zhao Zhenshi stroked his beard lightly, his eyes flickered, he could only hope for this.

Otherwise, it would be a shame to dispatch half of the Daoist sect's disciples to suppress Fang Lang, only to be crushed by Fang Lang.

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An Fan looked at Fang Lang running on the mountain road with horror on his face.

He shuddered all over, and a look of astonishment emerged in the depths of his heart.

He vaguely felt exactly the same feeling as Li Yuanzhen.

Like a fierce tiger silently pounced on him from behind, trying to bite him clean!

"Fang Lang used his spiritual thoughts to form an attack and break through the formation. He won't last long. His spiritual thoughts will definitely be exhausted. When his spiritual thoughts are exhausted, he can only resist with his sea of ​​consciousness and spirit! It will not last long!"

An Fan took a deep breath, then turned around, flicked the hem of his clothes, and began to climb the mountain with a solemn expression.

Him, be safe!

Nine hundred steps, one hundred steps left, now, he is in the first place, and it is a certainty that he will ascend the Dao Mausoleum.

Thousands of ladders, the clouds hang down like silk ribbons, curling up like a fairyland.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed between the ladders.

After five hundred ladders, many Dao Dao Sect disciples looked back in disbelief. They could see a figure in white clothes holding a bow and climbing like flying on the ancient moss-covered ladder!

Before Fang Lang, there were still fifty disciples of the Dao Sect. They were all geniuses of the fourth rank, with strong spiritual thoughts, but they didn't dare to pretend like Fang Lang!

The 50th Dao Sect disciple was terrified, with sweat on his forehead, and hurriedly began to concentrate on resisting the pressure from the ladder formation!

However, after he resisted the attack and pressure of the formation, he saw Fang Lang running past him, flexing his fingers, shooting an arrow, and shooting an invisible spiritual arrow, breaking the formation like a mirror.

Standing blankly on the moss-covered stone steps, this disciple couldn't help but doubt life!

This is... the third product? !

Looking at Fang Lang's running figure, he could only feel the chill spreading from the soles of his feet.

Is this guy... inexhaustible? !

Fang Lang opened the spirit pupil, then switched the state of bondage, and climbed the ladder with full firepower.

Of course, Fang Lang will also feel tired, the more he goes to the back, the more tired he is, the pressure brought by spiritual thoughts, and physical exhaustion.

However, Fang Lang held a breath of energy in his heart, and used this energy to support his continuous climbing!

The duration of the spirit pupil is limited, Fang Lang must climb to the top quickly!

Time goes by bit by bit.

Everyone watched in numbness as Fang Lang was about to collapse, but hadn't collapsed, surpassing one mountain-climbing Daozong disciple after another.

Twenty, nineteen, eighteen...

Fang Lang is getting closer to the top ten!

The top ten disciples of Dao Dao Sect also exploded like cats and dogs whose tail hairs were set ablaze.

Climb the mountain one by one!

It's like a mad dog is chasing and biting their asses!

"What kind of monster is this! How can he be so fast!"

"He's only a third-rank man, and he's still a sword cultivator. His spirituality...is so tenacious! He definitely has practiced the Shuxiu technique, probably above the ground level!"

"We can't lose, we bear the glory of Daozong, we can't lose to this person!"

The disciples are crazy.

However, Fang Lang is even crazier!

He chased to the eleventh place, and above his head, there were ten fourth-rank disciples of Daozong, feeling the approaching Fang Lang, feeling the approaching threat, all of them were red-eyed !

Fang Lang was panting like a dragon, sweating like rain, and he was not as relaxed as he imagined.

If he hadn't possessed the stamina of a blood-moving martial artist in his physical body, he might have been unable to carry it and fell to the foot of the mountain!

The spirit pupil effect is gone!

Fang Lang's speed began to slow down, and he began to consume his stored spiritual thoughts, but he directly used the only remaining meditation card squeezed from Lao Jiang's body!

Slightly surpassed the tenth, ninth, eighth...

Under the desperate eyes of the fourth-rank disciples of the Daoist sect, they constantly surpassed them!

An Fan felt the threat, and also heard the unwilling roar from behind!

Here we go!

Here he comes!

Anfan's pores tightened, his hair stood on end, as if a nightmare was chasing him behind him.

Monster, this son is a monster!

An Fan stabilized his mind and looked at the top of the mountain that was close at hand. Above the top of the mountain was the entrance of the Dao Mausoleum.

He... has to hold on!

Fang Lang, who was out of breath like a dragon, rushed over. There was fine sweat on An Fan's forehead and his hair was a little messy, but his appearance was still much more chic than Fang Lang's.

However, he never thought that Fang Lang would be able to catch up to this point with the strength of the third rank!

An Fan looked back at Fang Lang, and could see the bloodshot eyes in Fang Lang's eyes, the sweat pouring down like rain, and his body where every muscle cell in his body was trembling.

"I will not lose to you!"

An Fan gritted his teeth, he is a practitioner of the fourth-rank legal realm, and his spirituality is stronger than Fang Lang, which is his advantage!

The battle between the two champions in the scientific examination seems to be reappearing at this moment.

Although at this moment, An Fan's spiritual thoughts are already exhausted.

Perhaps he can safely resist the attack of the magic circle and climb to the last mountain.

But...

At that speed, Fang Lang will definitely catch up with him, and even... surpass him!

Thus, An Fan became ruthless and bit his lip, thick blood flooded his lips!

He... can't stand still!

He can't lose!

As soon as he changed his climbing posture of holding on to the sea of ​​consciousness to resist the attack of the magic circle, he also turned to use his spirit to attack the magic circle and break the magic circle to speed up his climbing!

Although this will increase the consumption of spiritual thoughts, An Fan can't control it.

He is betting, betting on Fang Lang's spirituality... It is already at the end of its strength!

Fang Lang, who was chasing after him, looked at An Fan who suddenly accelerated a lot, and was taken aback!

It is also understood that An Fan has changed his climbing method.

Fang Lang also became cruel!

Spiritual awl, coupled with the spiritual arrow formed by comprehending the iron law, Fang Lang also speeded up!

The disciples of the Daoist sect below, watching Fang Lang and An Fan who were competing with each other on the top of the mountain, fell silent for a while.

At the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Zhenshi shook his head and sighed.

Many elders of the Daoist sect also stared at each other, and some elders were even heartbroken.

"Confused!"

"Fang Lang's spirituality is weird, tenacious and long-lasting. In addition, the technique he practiced is definitely not lower than the ground level. His spiritual recovery speed maintains a balance. This may be the reason The main reason why Fang Lang was able to kill this way is that An Fan's move is not wise enough."

"Ah..."

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Sighs spread from the foot of the mountain.

As expected, the situation on the top of the mountain was exactly as predicted by the elders below.

An Fan and Fang Lang went through the initial biting chase, after the life-and-death race, and finally... An Fan froze at the last ten steps.

He couldn't move anymore, he stood still, his spirit was exhausted, he had to stop to recover.

If the attack continues without spiritual resistance, the attack of the magic circle will directly hit his sea of ​​consciousness and soul. If he can't hold it, he will even be knocked off the mountain!

Although An Fan wanted to compete with Fang Lang, he didn't want to lose his place in the Dao Sect. He was still afraid after all...

He believed that Fang Lang was also at the end of his battle, so he should also stop and rest.

However...

Footsteps sounded.

An Fan stared blankly at Fang Lang with red eyes, his whole body trembling slightly, his complexion pale, and there was no spiritual fluctuation in his body that surpassed him.

He stared blankly at the thin figure who climbed to the top step by step in white clothes.

Every step the young man took left behind a large mass of sweat soaking the stone steps.

How is this possible!

You must know that Fang Lang has no spiritual fluctuations on his body, which means that Fang Lang is carrying the attack of the magic circle with his sea of ​​consciousness and soul at this moment!

Is he not in pain? !

The pain of the soul is the most painful!

Is it worth bearing such pain for the last few steps?

An Fan closed his eyes.

Fang Lang's hard work, that unyielding and uncompromising energy, the kind of ruthless energy that would not compromise even if the last drop of spiritual thought was squeezed out appeared in his mind!

This son... is not only a genius, but also a genius who works hard!

For the first time, An Fan experienced Li Yuanzhen's despair and helplessness~IndoMTL.com~ Faced with such an opponent, how can he surpass it?

Fang Lang was carrying wave after wave of attacks from the magic circle, every cell in his body was trembling, and his soul was in great pain, but he couldn't relax. Once he relaxed, he would be defeated and fall to the foot of the mountain.

That would disqualify you from drawing your sword.

Moreover, he failed in this practice competition.

Fang Lang has experienced too many failures, so he doesn't want to fail.

The surrounding environment was affected by the magic array, turning into natural storms, landslides, tsunamis, like thousands of needles piercing, Fang Lang's soul and body were riddled with holes!

However, a poem resounded in Fang Lang's mind.

You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will see all the mountains and small ones at a glance.

This time, he didn't want to lose, so he let himself be covered in bruises.

He also wants to go to the top of the mountain...to see the scenery!

Clang!

The last step is to reach the top of the thousand-step ladder.

Fang Lang pulled out the cracked Liansheng sword from the box, leaned on the ground, and stabilized his body so as not to fall.

Fang Lang stood at the entrance of the Dao Mausoleum, his eyes vaguely seemed to travel through time and space.

I saw a sword that had been washed away from the lead dust stuck in the depths of the Dao Mausoleum, on a mausoleum stele.

As if sensing Fang Lang's gaze, the sword was trembling slightly, and a clear sword sound came from the mausoleum.

At this moment, the entire Dao sect echoed with the sound of sword chant.

Fang Lang closed his eyes.

Exhale a foul breath.

He did not continue to look into the depths of the Dao Mausoleum.

But leaning on the sword, turned around, lowered his head, and looked down at the blue-robed Daoist disciples dotted one after another on the thousand-step ladder.

Like a king rising from the humble beginnings, overlooking the corpses piled under the throne.

This moment.

The top of the mountain, the foot of the mountain.

There was no sound.

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