Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 63: ??Fang Lang came here
Fang Lang bypassed the name list on the fifth floor, as if bypassing a bush of flowers, without any leaves touching his body.
Although the pressure was still there, Fang Lang was not unable to move forward. He walked with difficulty, as if his whole body was filled with lead.
Go over the fifth floor and step onto the sixth floor.
The moment Fang Lang stepped onto the sixth floor, a majestic aura burst out from the tower base made of top-quality spirit stones on the top of the tower, like a beam of light hitting Fang Lang's body and flooding into his limbs Baiku, rush into his dantian cyclone!
This aura is extremely pure and easy to absorb!
In the dantian cyclone, a lot of spiritual energy began to transform into sword energy. Fang Lang had just broken through to the level of a sword master, and it began to stabilize and slowly climbed!
[Current spiritual energy absorption: 1200 (low-grade spirit crystal)]
Fang Lang stood in the stairwell from the fifth floor to the sixth floor, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Take a deep breath!
Good guy!
This wave of spiritual energy consists of nearly 400 low-grade spirit crystals!
It's so cool to fly!
No wonder so many geniuses have to leave their names on the higher floors. How much aura you have to get for each floor!
Fang Lang suddenly gained motivation.
With belief stimulation and material stimulation, what qualifications does he have not to work hard to climb up? !
Boom!
The moment Fang Lang stepped on the sixth floor, Fang Lang seemed to be one step closer to the majestic and unparalleled phantom sitting on the dragon chair. Up and down.
Fang Lang only felt that his waist was being heavily suppressed, and his spine seemed to be crushed when he straightened up!
However, the aura that Fang Lang had just absorbed was at this moment, as if it was boiling in his body, and was quickly absorbed by the flesh and blood. The speed at which the aura in the dantian transformed into sword energy became faster and faster!
Fang Lang's cultivation realm is heading towards the second-tier sword master!
This made Fang Lang very happy.
This can save a lot of hard work, perhaps, before the start of the scientific examination, you can catch up with the cultivation base of many geniuses!
As for catching up with Old Jiang, Fang Lang didn't dare to think about it.
Eight-level sword master, it's too difficult.
On the sixth floor, Fang Lang was drenched in sweat, and his pace became very slow. Sometimes, it took a quarter of an hour to take a step with difficulty.
However, Fang Lang calmed down. He couldn't be in a hurry, he might be bounced away.
Spirituality is running at a high load.
Fang Lang gritted his teeth, maintaining the state of three fetters, Jiang Linglong, Ni Wen, and Liu Bubai's phantoms all appeared, by his side, accompanying him on the journey together!
At this moment, the root of the switch is frantically pulling the aura, while Fang Lang's aura and body are quietly transforming while bearing the pressure brought by the emperor's aura of aura!
The phantom is high above, sitting on the golden dragon chair, his eyes are like stars in the sky, extremely huge, overlooking the difficult progress below, like square waves climbing one mountain after another.
Vaguely, the expressions in these eyes seemed to fluctuate slightly.
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Outside the Yunling Pagoda.
The two officials from the Ministry of Rituals looked at Fang Lang who stepped into the sixth floor, with strange expressions on their faces.
Especially the official who had repeatedly bet that Fang Lang would not be able to climb to the sixth floor looked even more embarrassed.
Professor Wen and Dean Cui were smiling. At least, Fang Lang didn't embarrass Luojiang Academy too much.
The official took a deep breath: "This kid... has made a lot of money!"
"Take out the test of His Majesty's spirituality, and carry His Majesty's spirituality to step on the sixth floor. The spiritual energy reward he received on the fifth floor is probably very rich! It is the highest quality spiritual energy in the Yunling Pagoda. Reward, that kind of spiritual energy has been purified through multiple procedures, without impurities and side effects, and can speed up the process of spiritual energy turning into sword energy, which is a real opportunity!"
The smiles of Professor Wen and Dean Cui grew even wider.
Although they weren't the ones who plucked the wool, seeing their students plucking the wool made me feel just as happy!
The faces of the two Ministry of Rites officials were slightly ugly.
The main reason is... Fang Lang sucked too much!
The spirit crystals in the Yunling Pagoda are all provided by the Ministry of Rites, but the spirit crystals given by the Ministry of Rites have a certain quota, and they may have to pay for the excess, which makes them feel distressed.
And Fang Lang continued to move forward. Is this planning to rush to the seventh floor? !
"Impossible, he can't do it!"
The official from the Ministry of Rites who was slapped in the face for a bet clenched his fists and murmured in a low voice.
Professor Wen poked his head over and said, "Would you like...to bet?"
The official's face froze.
Snorted coldly, turned his head away, and ignored it.
What a bet!
He didn't know he was betting, he was betting secretly in his heart!
Anyway, he didn't believe that Fang Lang could climb to the seventh floor!
Time is like the sand between fingers, passing unconsciously, day and night cycle.
In the blink of an eye, the two days were coming to an end.
On the sixth floor, Fang Lang was still moving at a turtle's speed, stopping after a few steps as if he was enlightening.
And just like that, unknowingly, in the evening of the second day, the sun was setting and the sky was filled with colorful clouds. Fang Lang was rubbing against each other, and slowly rubbed against the place where the name was left on the sixth floor.
The official of the Ministry of Rites, who was betting silently in his heart, suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
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Yunling Pagoda, the sixth floor.
Fang Lang stood at the entrance of the corridor from the sixth floor to the seventh floor, staring at the deep stairs leading to the seventh floor, and then glanced at the name list on the sixth floor.
There are dozens of names on the list of names left on the sixth floor.
Fang Lang was amazed in his heart. He knew deeply how hard it was to walk here with a ray of spiritual pressure from the emperor!
If Fang Lang hadn't continued to activate the state of three bonds, Fang Lang wouldn't even be able to go up to the sixth floor.
However, there are so many geniuses who left their names on the sixth floor!
How can they be so good!
Fang Lang glanced at it.
"Nanyuan Academy, Luo Qiuqiu, leave your name here~^0^~"
"Donglu Academy, Lin Yun, leave your name."
"Beijiang Academy, Song Qingyun, leave your name here."
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Fang Lang couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He didn't expect to see a familiar name after scanning.
Lin Yun, who was already completely cold, and Song Qingyun, the neighbor who had previously asked for the Sword Competition.
So, they are all so evil? !
Fang Lang suddenly felt that he was out of tune with them because he was not talented enough!
Originally, he planned to leave his name on the name list on the sixth floor, but now he saw that Lin Yun, who was stabbed to death by him, also left his name here.
Fang Lang immediately dismissed his thoughts.
"No, it's unlucky to leave your name on the sixth floor and hang it with Lin Yun's name! Go to the seventh floor! Be sure to go to the seventh floor!"
The inexplicable obsession made Fang Lang grit his teeth and head towards the seventh floor!
The spiritual thoughts were almost crushed, and the skin all over his body was blood red!
Boom!
The soles of the feet trembled and fell with difficulty, splashing sweat stains.
Fang Lang finally set foot on the seventh floor. In an instant, the majestic spiritual benefits came again, and Fang Lang only felt that his whole body seemed to have been sublimated.
Boom!
Another large wave of aura was brought in, and the cyclone in Fang Lang's dantian intensified. Within the cyclone, about 10% of the aura had completely turned into sword energy!
Second-stage sword master!
Not only that, Fang Lang felt his body trembling, and every cell was roaring!
The physical body is about to break through the martial artist!
With the breakthrough in cultivation, Fang Lang felt that the oppression brought by the phantom of the emperor had weakened again, but the weakness was not obvious.
But this was enough for Fang Lang to rush out a few steps on the seventh floor.
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Luojiang Academy, martial arts arena.
There is a dead silence, and the setting sun is like fire, burning with loneliness.
The two officials from the Ministry of Rituals breathed short of breath and remained silent, especially the one who was studded in his heart. He had already vowed secretly that from now on, he would really quit gambling.
Suddenly, another official's eyes fluctuated slightly: "Two days are up, we should let these students out of the tower."
The eyes of the gambler official from the Ministry of Rites lit up.
"I'm going!"
he shouted happily.
Then, make a bet on the Mad Stud in your mind.
Although he admits that Fang Lang is really good!
But he still bet that Fang Lang would not be able to make a name on the list on the seventh floor!
He still doesn't believe it!
How did he lose this time? !
Because, there is no time for Fang Lang to grind slowly!
Wen Jiaoxi and Dean Cui looked at Fang Lang who was on the seventh floor, only a few steps away from the seventh floor list, with regrets on their faces.
It's a pity.
The officials of the Ministry of Rites pinched the talisman in their hands, and their official robes fluttered. They stepped out in one step and floated towards the entrance of the Yunling Pagoda.
He eagerly stretched out his hand, intending to push open the tower door.
However, the moment his finger just touched the tower gate.
Inside the Yunling Pagoda.
Suddenly, there was an incomparable majesty, as if from the sound of nine heavens falling, and exploded in his ears.
"Back off!"
This gambler official from the Ministry of Rites is dumbfounded!
Poof!
With blood spurting from the nostrils, he stepped back a few steps in a row, terrified, folded his hands to his forehead, and knelt down on the ground.
The voice is trembling:
"My minister... obeys the order."
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Fang Lang felt a little dizzy in front of his eyes, and the top of the mountain was in front of him. He lifted his lead-filled legs and moved with difficulty, trying to cross the peak and enjoy the scenery he had never seen before.
After an unknown amount of time, countless sweat soaked his green shirt.
With trembling hands, he held the ink-soaked writing brush next to the name list on the seventh floor.
As if raising his hand, he took off the stars all over the sky.
The pen falls in shock.
Fang Lang, come here for a swim.
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Inside the Yunling Pagoda.
The fourth layer.
Liu Bubai, Ni Wen, and several talented students who were in the top ten of Luojiang Academy's gold list did not continue to practice. They gathered together ~IndoMTL.com~ and looked at the corridor entrance on the fifth floor with strange expressions on their faces.
"How long has it been?"
Liu Bubai said, "It's been two days."
"Why hasn't the prodigal son been photographed yet?"
That's right, he, Liu Bubai, was photographed by Chao Xiaojian's spiritual thoughts.
"Could it be...he is still going upstairs?"
Ni Wen bit her lip and said.
But this is too long, right? Under the oppression of the spiritual thoughts of those other existences, Fang Lang's spiritual thoughts that have not rested for two consecutive days... Will it collapse?
Ni Wen didn't understand why Fang Lang was more persistent than her common genius.
In the distance, a few talented students squinted their eyes and said, "It's been two days, which floor did Fang Lang climb to?"
One even said sourly: "Maybe he deliberately stayed on the fifth floor and didn't want to come down."
"Unfortunately, shameless Lai is useless for a long time. He can't be named on the list, but he won't get any rewards."
"Staying too long will only increase the number of jokes."
However, this person just finished speaking.
The entire Yunling Pagoda trembled slightly, and in an instant, an extremely majestic voice began to sway down from the top of the tower.
It is mighty, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, announcing to the whole world.
"In the 276th year of the Tang Dynasty, Fang Lang of Luojiang Academy left his name on the seventh floor with Tianwei, so he came here for a visit."
"Two hundred years, only two people."
"Congratulations on this move."
The voice was resounding and resounding, spreading throughout the martial arts arena, academy, and even... Luojiang City!
In an instant.
Inside the tower, outside the tower.
Everyone was silent.
The world is dead silent.
Only the colorful clouds in the sky are left in the silence, and the clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing.
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