Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 24: ? I want the best
In the rainstorm, Jiang Linglong's voice was clear and sweet.
Overwhelmed all the roar, and passed into Fang Lang's ears.
The rainstorm, the girl, the oil-paper umbrella...the three are like a freehand painting with splashed ink.
Fang Lang dropped his sword and laughed.
"Jiang Linglong..."
"The name sounds good."
Fang Lang looked into the girl's star-like eyes and said softly.
From the Martial Arts Field of Luojiang Academy, to the Spring Cloud House of Qianfei Pavilion, to the current No. 1 arena of the Shushanxuan Group.
Fang Lang is finally qualified to know the girl's name.
He couldn't help himself from laughing.
Originally, Fang Lang planned to choose to bind Lin Yun. Although he had a bad relationship, after all, Lin Yun's so-called disciple of Donglu Sword Master was definitely not weak in talent.
If he hadn't met himself, a hard-working hacker who directly obtained the swordsman's specialization in swordsmanship, Lin Yun might even lead Donglu Academy to compete for the first place in the team competition.
As for Lin Yun being accepted as a disciple by the Juggernaut, his roots should not be too bad.
However, the unexpected joy was that he knew Jiang Linglong's real name.
Fang Lang didn't doubt the authenticity of the name, because at this time, there was no need to report a fake name.
This battle was tiring, but everything was worth it. Fang Lang only felt extremely refreshed inside.
Choose one between Jiang Linglong and Lin Yun...
Is there still a choice?
Of course it's Jiang Linglong... Old Jiang is a fifteen-year-old sword master!
The root bone is absolutely terrifying!
And Lin Yun is already Fang Lang's defeated opponent...
The torrential rain was still falling, Fang Lang didn't insist, his hands were shaking, his tiger's mouth was cracked, and in the battle with Lin Yun, Fang Lang exhausted all his strength and exhausted his physical strength. Even, if Lin Yun hadn't underestimated the enemy at the beginning, Fang Lang It is very difficult to win.
Moreover, Lin Yun put a lot of pressure on Fang Lang.
This is the first time that Fang Lang has encountered such a huge pressure in swordsmanship after obtaining the level of swordsman specialization!
If you continue to stand on the platform, you may lose to other participating students from Shangdonglu Academy.
Old Jiang may have seen it, so he stepped into the ring.
Up and down the arena, there was a lot of noise, even covering the roar of the rainstorm.
Fang Lang from Luojiang Academy won against Lin Yun. This is simply the biggest upset of this sword-asking competition!
The sword master disciple was defeated in swordsmanship by an unknown student!
Who can imagine this?
There were uproars one after another, and discussions continued endlessly.
Fang Lang's double swords, sword drawing, and sword steps... made many college teachers take it seriously and treat it solemnly.
This is the academy's hole card figure!
Luojiang Academy has produced a real swordsmanship genius!
Even, Luojiang Academy... this year has a chance to win!
For a moment, many people's eyes and eyes fell on Fang Lang who walked down the ring peacefully.
Among the crowd, Song Qingyun from Beijiang Academy also looked at Fang Lang...
The meaning is ambiguous.
……
On the ring.
Jiang Linglong slowly drew out the fine steel sword, holding an oil-paper umbrella in one hand to shield off the pouring rain, while looking at the opponents in Donglu Academy quietly.
"Donglu Academy, Liu Xuan, Nine-Duan Swordsman!"
The students of Donglu Academy spoke slowly, and the voice came from the sound of the rainstorm.
Jiang Linglong was holding the oil-paper umbrella, and the veil was gently swaying in the airflow stirred by the falling rain, but she didn't respond to the other party at all.
This girl is as cold as an iceberg that has been around for ten thousand years, and her body is written all over her body.
"Girl... Are you planning to fight me with an umbrella?"
Liu Xuan's face was a bit cold and ugly, and he stared at Jiang Linglong through the rainstorm.
Isn't this too contemptuous?
Jiang Linglong didn't introduce himself, but he made it clear that he didn't take Liu Xuan seriously.
Although Liu Xuan is not as good as Lin Yun, he is not weak to represent Donglu Academy in the competition.
Phew!
Lifting the fine steel sword, Liu Xuan stepped down with firm steps and extremely fast frequency.
On the rain arena, a series of bursting water splashes were stepped on, cutting out from the sword light and the continuous rain curtain.
With a strong sword aura, he set off an air current and stabbed towards Jiang Linglong's fair neck.
Jiang Linglong's star-like eyes stared at Liu Xuan.
An umbrella in one hand and a sword in the other.
With the sword out, the rain spread, instantly like summer rain!
Liu Xuan only felt that his sword was mired in the mud, Jiang Linglong's sword energy was integrated into every drop of rain.
Puff!
As Liu Xuan ran, the splashes he stepped on became smaller and smaller, and finally... his body was stiff and silent.
The world is silent, only the sound of raindrops being silently cut.
The next moment.
Liu Xuan stared in disbelief, and knelt down on the ground trembling. On his body, dense sword marks and wounds erupted, and countless blood spurted out from the wound.
The tip of Jiang Linglong's sword hangs down.
Still quietly holding an oil-paper umbrella.
Liu Xuan kneeling in front of her seemed to be kneeling a noble and proud queen.
"Next."
Jiang Linglong said lightly with her long eyelashes drooping.
Up and down the ring, it was dead silent again.
It turns out...
Luojiang Academy... more than one hole card.
……
Under the ring.
Wen Jiaoxi handed Fang Lang a pill, but Fang Lang hesitated.
"Don't worry, the healing elixir will not affect the evaluation of the Great Tang Science Examination."
Warm education and practice.
After that, Fang Lang didn't refuse any more. After swallowing the elixir, a cold feeling spread rapidly to the cracked tiger's mouth, and soon, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The effect of this healing medicine is surprisingly good.
Obviously, this healing elixir is expensive.
"This is the healing medicine refined by the medical warlocks of the 'Taihetang'. It works very well. It costs ten gold coins." Wen Jiaoxi laughed.
Fang Lang turned his head and glanced at Wen Jiaoxi.
"Don't worry, the college will reimburse you anyway, and it won't cost me." Professor Wen blinked his eyes.
Fang Lang also laughed dumbfounded.
He... short of money?
What a pain in the ass.
"Liu Bubai's injuries are all minor injuries. After swallowing the elixir, he will continue to live and breathe tomorrow, but his condition has declined a bit."
Professor Wen continued.
Afterwards, the two chatted for a while, and looked at Jiang Linglong's neat battle on the ring.
Suddenly.
Teacher Wen let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Practicing swords...have you suffered a lot?"
Fang Lang didn't know how to answer this sudden question.
Could it be that he said that it was not bitter at all, and he just learned it after in-depth exchanges with Xiao Wenzi?
Fang Lang naturally wouldn't answer that way.
"Yeah." Fang Lang tilted his head and nodded vaguely.
It's... very bitter.
This is a white lie.
Wen Jiaoxi laughed: "I knew...you are not bad, you are a good kid, you have to endure hardships to be a master, your roots may not be good, but at least your swordsmanship talent is enough to make you surpass ordinary people~ IndoMTL.com~It doesn’t matter if you fail the exam..."
"This time in the sword competition, you have shown your value..."
"If my guess is correct, Jianshu should recruit you as a disciple of the foreign sect in advance."
Professor Wen said.
Fang Lang couldn't help being startled when he heard the words, the torrential rain was pouring, and it slapped on the bluestone ground in Daping, Shushan Mountain, like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate, and like Fang Lang's suddenly beating heartbeat.
Wen Jiaoxi was a little emotional. Fang Lang was a salty fish. With Fang Lang's college entrance examination results, he might have no hope of entering Jianshu Sect.
Even if Fang Lang has reached the seventh-level swordsman today, it will still be difficult to apply for the Jianshu Sect in a month.
Therefore, it was luck for Fang Lang to be recruited in advance, and it was also the reward for Fang Lang's hard work in practicing swords.
"Waizong?"
Fang Lang murmured.
Wen Jiaoxi was taken aback suddenly and looked at Fang Lang.
Fang Lang raised his head, and the rain dripped down the tips of his hair. The rain dripped down, muddying Fang Lang's vision.
Fang Lang chuckled as he watched Jiang Linglong, who walked down the ring proudly like a queen holding an oil-paper umbrella after easily defeating the third student from Donglu Academy.
Outer sect, not enough.
"If I apply for Jianshu, I don't want to just enter the outer sect, I want to obtain the qualifications of the sect...to enter the inner sect of Jianshu."
"I want... then I want the best."
Fang Lang's voice was soft, but firm.
The torrential rain and thunder were still rumbling, but Wen Jiaoxi couldn't hear the slightest sound, only the young man's wild words that seemed out of reach.
Vaguely, Wen Ting seemed to see himself when he was young.
Young and frivolous.
PS: Three reflections on myself today, call for collection, call for voting, call for reward?