Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 92: ??The battle for champion
Under the setting sun, Ni Wen was carried out of the ring.
Ximen Xianxian also came back to his senses, his expression was full of complexity, and there was a bit of awe in the complexity.
Perseverance, sometimes it's easy to say, but hard to say, but it's as hard as climbing the sky.
What is the unforgettable experience that made the girl so persistent?
Ximen Xianxian doesn't know, but it doesn't prevent Ximen Xianxian from respecting the girl.
Although Ni Wen's best bloodline talent seems to have exploded, but... the gap with him is too big, but Ximen Xianxian still chose to untie the awe-inspiring energy, and fought with the girl with all his strength, showing respect.
Ximen Xianxian thought that he would choose to undo the shackles that had accumulated for several years at least when he met Wei Sheng, Fang Lang or Jiang Linglong.
After dusting off his slightly wrinkled Confucian shirt, Ximen Xianxian raised his head and looked at the scorching sun. At this moment, he couldn't help but want to chant a poem. Fang Lang was so stared at that he couldn't hold back the poetry.
Ximen Xianxian smiled and bowed slightly to Fang Lang, then walked off the ring.
The imperial doctor who was in charge of the martial arts competition in the palace test rushed over quickly, stuffed a pill into Ni Wen, and ordered her to be carried off the ring.
"It's not a big problem for her injuries to be treated with pills. The main reason is that her spiritual thoughts are overdrawn. The next battle may be very difficult."
Jiang Linglong said quietly.
Fang Lang nodded. It's good for Ni Wen to come here, and she has tried her best.
She did the best she could.
The three of them walked off the ring, and at this point, the first round of the Palace Examination Martial Arts Tournament was all over.
At the end of the first round, half of the nameplates of many candidates suspended in front of the Tai Chi Palace were covered with cracks, and half of them were not.
Students with nameplates intact will enter the second round of competition.
Without a long rest, the nameplate began to choose the opponent again.
In the second round, the possibility of strong encounters is much greater.
The emotions of the public and gamblers were mobilized again, and everyone was looking forward to the more exciting martial arts competition.
Two intact nameplates collided, and Jiang Linglong fought Lu Ze.
Lu Ze's face turned dark, but he wasn't afraid of fighting. After all, if you go to the palace for a martial arts competition, you must be prepared to meet Jiang Linglong and others.
The battle ended quickly. Although Lu Ze learned from Lu Taixuan's Drunken Sword, under Jiang Linglong's sword, there is not much suspense about losing.
Lu Ze was very happy, drank the wine from the gourd, walked off the ring with a smile, at least his defeat was much more comfortable than the previous victory against Liu Bubai.
The ensuing battle is also a different kind of excitement.
Wei Sheng met Luoyang. Luoyang, as the number one genius of Nanyuan Academy, fought with Wei Sheng for a long time. In the end, Wei Sheng almost chopped off half of his body with a knife. It was a pity that he lost.
Fortunately, there is an imperial doctor outside the arena ready to treat him at all times, otherwise, with Luoyang's injury, he would have to be supplemented with medicinal pills, and he would need several days of training.
Fang Lang also played. This time, his opponent was very mediocre. He ranked forty-seventh on the Civil and Military Gold List, which was relatively unfavorable in the second round.
It took a long time to reach the second round, and it was a narrow victory. The most important thing is... this person is a magician, an eighth-level magician.
Meeting Fang Lang, the other party was extremely desperate.
In the final result, there was not much suspense. As soon as the opponent entered the ring, before Fang Lang could draw out the flying sword, the octogenarian immediately chose to admit defeat.
Compared to what?
Do you want to be picked up to the sky like Li Yuanzhen, and then thrown down?
Everyone take a step back and save some face for yourself, isn't it good?
Anyway, the octogenarian was satisfied to make it to the second round. After all, he didn't come here with the aim of competing for the top spot.
Fang Lang smiled and bowed to each other, and the two went off to the ring respectively. The thunder was loud, but the rain ended Fang Lang's appearance in the second round, which made the public and gamblers full of regret.
Afterwards, Ximen Xianxian played again. He didn't seem to be affected by the previous game at all, and quickly ended his opponent.
When the battle of candidates with complete nameplates is over, it will be the competition for the candidates who lost. At the beginning of this round, some candidates' nameplates will be completely shattered, and the rank of the palace test will be determined according to the order of the shattering.
Start from one hundred and work backwards sequentially.
Li Yuanzhen performed very well in the loser's battle. His face lost the elegant smile, and his shots were decisive and ruthless.
The opponents were crushed by him one by one.
However, what's the use, he has already lost the qualification to compete for the champion.
Liu Bubai made his debut. This time he was very lucky. He met an opponent who was seriously injured in the last round. The opponent was 100% of his strength but not 30% of his strength. He was defeated by Liu Bubai with difficulty.
Liu Bubai successfully entered the top 50 in the imperial examination, but he was defeated in the end, ending his difficult journey of scientific research.
The final ranking is fifty in the palace test.
Because of her serious injury, Ni Wen finally only got the 89th place in the palace examination.
However, for both of them, this result is not too bad.
Wen Ting was happy from ear to ear, Dean Cui was also smiling like a flower in the crowd, Luojiang Academy... I'm afraid it will become famous now.
The next time you apply for the academy, the students from several cities around the Luojiang River will probably come rushing to the Luojiang Academy.
Even, when Fang Lang's palace examination ranking comes out, Luojiang Academy will become even more popular, and it will attract students from all over the Tang Dynasty and from all over the world to come to study!
In short, Luojiang Academy will receive much more cultivation resources than before.
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The palace test is still going on.
The bright moon gradually rises, the dark clouds cover the sky, and the bright moonlight pours down from the gaps covered by the dark clouds, and sprinkles on the vast square behind the Suzaku Gate. The autumn wind chills and blows.
On both sides of the royal road, the flames were lit on the jade-built fire towers, which lit up in rows, making the night as bright as the day.
On the ring.
The moonlight was like frost, tearing through the dark clouds stubbornly, and sprinkled on the arena paved with blue bricks.
Jiang Linglong stood gracefully, holding Ji Xuejian.
There was a dead silence around, and the people did not dare to speak loudly. Although they were very tired after watching the battle for a day, the next battle still mobilized the heat flowing in their blood.
In front of Jiang Linglong, stood Wei Sheng with long hair. Wei Sheng was carrying a long black knife, touching his head honestly and smiling.
"I didn't expect to meet you in advance, I thought I would meet Fang Lang."
Wei Sheng said.
Jiang Linglong wore a veil, said nothing, and looked at Wei Sheng calmly with star-like eyes.
"Anyway, I've already fought Fang Lang once, and this time I'm facing you, it's just... a good fight."
Wei Sheng grinned, his simple and honest smile was contagious.
Jiang Linglong nodded slightly, as cold as an iceberg that would not melt for thousands of years.
Speak lightly.
"Please."
Boom!
Wei Sheng's energy and blood erupted in an instant, and his hair stood on end. Facing Jiang Linglong, he unreservedly displayed all his strength.
The hair flowed backwards, the blood talent was violently activated, and instantly turned into an afterimage on the ring, and the black knife was drawn out, as if the knife had split through a huge wave!
This battle caused everyone's eyes to widen and stare at him.
This martial arts competition is not stingy with the one between Fang Lang and Li Yuanzhen!
It can also be called the "champion contest"!
In the preparation area.
Fang Lang watched the battle carefully. Wei Sheng was very strong, and Old Jiang was also very strong. It was really uncertain who would win.
The shadow of the sword and the light of the sword are reflected in the pupil.
The blue bricks on the arena exploded one after another, and the ones that were split by the sword and sword energy were covered with cracks. The dark clouds seemed to be rolled, torn, and cut by the momentum of the battle.
Finally...
The hustle and bustle is over.
On the ring, Wei Sheng's upper body was shattered, and a black long knife was stuck in the pitted ring.
He sat cross-legged, panting heavily, his body covered with sword marks.
"I lost."
Wei Sheng touched the back of his head and said.
Jiang Linglong was still wearing a veil, but a corner of the veil was cut off and landed lightly, she nodded slightly.
"Concession."
Click!
The nameplates collided, and Wei Sheng's nameplate was smashed into cracks by Jiang Linglong's nameplate.
When the two walked off the ring, a craftsman who was responsible for repairing the ring replaced the blue bricks on the ring.
With the end of this battle, the situation has become clearer.
In the next battle, there is no need to match, everyone can guess the two sides.
Because the only ones who still maintain a record of victory, apart from Jiang Linglong, who has advanced to the final champion contest, are Fang Lang and Ximen Xianxian.
In the void.
When the last two intact nameplates collided together.
As usual, the chief **** announced the list of the final competition.
"The next match, Ximen Xianxian of Chang'an Academy will fight against Fang Lang of Luojiang Academy."
The winner of the two will compete with Jiang Linglong for the top spot, while the loser will compete with Wei Sheng for the top spot.
Therefore, the attention of this battle was no less than that of Jiang Linglong and Wei Sheng. Lu Taixuan, who had napped all night, even woke up a little bit, and glanced at the ring.
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Dark clouds drifted, covering the autumn moon.
The arena was a bit dark, and there was a cold wind blowing in, rolling the fine gravel on the arena.
Fang Lang and Ximen Xianxian stood at both ends of the ring and bowed.
Ximen Xianxian is very serious. In private, he can ask Fang Lang to go to the Jiaofang Division to find flowers and ask willows, but in the ring, he must fight with all his strength.
He wants to win, and he has to win well. Only in this way can he live up to the expectations of the First Prince.
He never underestimated Fang Lang. Although Fang Lang's apparent strength showed that he was only a sixth-level swordsman, Fang Lang's cultivation in martial arts and martial arts had reached the second rank.
Students who are fellow practitioners of the Three Ways are very rare.
The cultivation bases of sorcerers and martial artists can help them make up for the gap in Fang Lang's realm. Ximen Xianxian can regard Fang Lang as a nine-level swordsman.
It is even more difficult than the traditional nine-level swordsman. The swordsman can only know the sword, and Fang Lang can... not only the sword.
This son's battle is notoriously gaudy!
"When——"
The gong sounded as the battle began.
Fang Lang's eyes drooped slightly, but he didn't do anything immediately. At this moment, he was checking the system information.
"Ding! The bond object Ni Wen's data update is over."
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Bringing Ni Wen
Age 15
Cultivated as a second-stage practitioner (Second Grade)
Root bone 80 gold)
Cultivation speed 15 low-grade spirit crystal hours
Bloodline talent pupil
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Fang Lang looked at the updated Ni Wen's bond information and couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Ni Wen activated the blood, and the root bone mutated directly from the yellow product to the gold product. However, Wen Ting once said that the root bone mutation due to blood is a normal mutation.
What shocked Fang Lang the most was actually the column of blood talent.
With a thought, Fang Lang checked Lingtong's introduction.
"The unique blood talent of the Tang royal family, due to the thin blood concentration, can only activate the two passives of the 'spiritual pupil' state for the time being. Second, you can get the effect of 'spiritual explosion', and the total amount of spiritual thoughts will be increased to ten times the basic amount within a quarter of an hour."
"Ding, a friendly reminder that the use of the blood talent will consume a lot of energy of the host, please use it in moderation."
Fang Lang took a breath.
Awesome!
Xiao Wenzi is amazing, she has a thin royal blood, that is also the royal blood!
Who is the man who abandoned Ni Wen's mother and daughter...?
Fang Lang frowned slightly. If it was from the royal family, the problems here might be even more serious.
If that man came to look for Ni Wen to identify his relative, what should she do?
Fang Lang shook his head, not thinking about it, at least, the awakening of blood talent is a good thing for this stubborn girl.
"Ding! The dream mission is triggered."
"Defeating Ximen Xianxian became Ni Wen's obsession before her defeat. Defeating Ximen Xianxian and convincing her will make her dream come true for the bond object Ni Wen, and she will be rewarded with Ximen Xianxian's awe-inspiring spirit The amount of qi is related to the degree of Ximen Xianxian's persuasion and oral intake)."
Huh?
Task triggered.
Under the champion task, there is another small task.
Defeating Ximen Xianxian, if you want to convince him, can you get his awe-inspiring spirit?
Fang Lang slammed his lips, this system... I like it.
This is treating Ximen Xianxian as a pure tool man. Ximen Xianxian has cultivated the arrogance for so many years. Could it be that it is for Fang Lang to pick peaches at this moment?
This task, accepted!
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On the ring, Fang Lang suddenly opened his eyes, and the eyes were shining brightly, very sharp.
In the distance, Ximen Xianxian only felt his mind concentrated, as if he was being targeted by some hungry wolf, and his face suddenly became serious.
Push forward with one palm, clasp behind with the other, shaking Kunlun with one hand.
There is a breath in his body, which rises suddenly, and seems to turn into a white dragon, sweeping around his body, as if illuminating the night.
As for Fang Lang, Ximen Xianxian didn't dare to be careless in the slightest, and released all his arrogance as soon as he made a move.
"Brother Lang, please."
Dark clouds overwhelm the top, and the mountains and rains are about to come.
Suddenly there is a sense of constriction between the heaven and the earth, oppressing everyone's heart.
Fang Lang didn't draw his sword, but stepped down with one step, and his figure shot out like an arrow in an instant, and the sleeves of his green shirt whipped the void.
When he jumped, air flow rose up all over his body.
There was a flash of light from the red space ring between his fingers, and the flying sword of flowing fire suddenly appeared. Fang Lang stepped on the flying sword, as if stepping straight into the sky.
Ximen Xianxian's eyes froze, what did Fang Lang want to do?
Fang Lang silently switched the state of the four bonds.
Hands up.
Buzz...
A bow of ice emerges.
Hold in Fang Lang's hand.
Sorcerer · Ice Bow, specialization of the sorcerer.
The aura on Fang Lang's body began to soar, and as the state of the four fetters was opened, the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth was absorbed into the body if there was nothing.
Fang Lang stepped on the flying fire sword and kept approaching.
Ximen Xianxian frowned, raised his hand and pressed it, the white python entrenched, and stopped Fang Lang's advancing figure while roaring.
The distance of nine feet is the shortest distance Fang Lang can get close to Ximen Xianxian.
"Ling Tong!"
Fang Lang said lightly.
The next moment, in the depths of his pupils, there seemed to be a faint flash of golden light.
Die Ling!
Spirit explosion!
In an instant, Fang Lang felt that the spirit of his third-level magician had skyrocketed at this moment, directly skyrocketing tenfold!
On the ice bow, an arrow molded by ice crystals took shape, and Fang Lang suppressed spiritual thoughts one after another.
Phew!
Fang Lang let go of his hand, and the ice bow instantly tore apart the night like a silver beam, and shot towards Ximen Xianxian who was entrenched by the white python.
This feeling!
Ximen Xianxian's eyes shrank, and it wasn't just him. In front of the Taiji Palace, the eldest prince's face froze. This strange feeling...
He turned his head and looked at Tai Chi Palace, as if he was asking for instructions.
However, the Taiji Palace was profound and there was no movement. The First Prince let out a long breath, it seemed that he had a wrong perception.
And the ring goes up and down.
Ximen Xianxian suddenly raised his hand, and when he pressed down, there was a wind and thunder on the ground, and a tornado rose from the ground, smashing the ice arrow!
At the same time, Ximen Xianxian Confucian shirt Lie Lie habitually recited poems in battle.
"The falling woods are rustling and the waves are rising, the rivers are surging..."
However, he just read a poem.
Fang Lang, who was stepping on the fiery red Flowing Fire Flying Sword, narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to interrupt.
"The wind is rushing and the sky is high, the ape screams and mourns, and the white bird flies back from Zhuqingsha."
"Boundless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in!"
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Fang Lang opened his mouth and recited a poem in succession.
The half-sentence of Ximen Xianxian's unspoken poem suddenly got stuck, and the artistic conception of the poem that Fang Lang recited hit him, making the second half of the sentence in his mind difficult to deliver...
And all he could think of was the overwhelmed artistic conception of Fang Lang's poems.
Fang Lang took advantage of this time to control the flying sword and approached two feet.
Hold the ice bow high, step on the flying sword, and bend the ice bow!
Arrow after arrow, shot Ximen Xianxian's tornado!
Ximen Xianxian came back to his senses, and hurried to attack, the tornado started again.
Gritting his teeth, Ximen Xianxian once again recited the poem "The joys and sorrows of life are rare..."
Start with herringbone?
Fang Lang raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth.
"If you are happy in life, you must have fun, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon!"
"I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all my money is gone."
Ximen Xianxian "..."
After thinking about it carefully, I almost vomited blood, but you finished reading it!
Fuck!
This poem is incomplete!
Boom!
The entrenched awe-inspiring spirit seemed to be shaken, Fang Lang took the opportunity to advance another three feet, and Die Ling shot another arrow to break the tornado!
Ximen Xianxian hurriedly raised his hand, a tornado rose again, blocking the next arrow!
Ximen Xianxian's complexion was pale, he didn't believe in evil, he gritted his teeth and recited again.
"The world is vast and I want to be immortal..."
The beginning of heaven and earth?
Again!
Fang Lang stood with the flying sword, drew his bow and pointed at Ximen Xianxian, with a solemn face, and spoke loudly.
"There is righteousness in the world, mixed with manifolds."
"The bottom is Heyue, and the top is Sunstar!"
When Ximen Xianxian heard the words, he was struck by lightning immediately!
This poem... this poem!
The mighty air is like a turbulent current!
And Fang Lang stepped on the flying sword and broke three feet in a row again!
There is only one zhang away from Ximen Xianxian.
The entire square was silent, extremely strange.
Above the arena, the white python soars into the sky, and the majestic dragon stirs up the storm.
It was supposed to be a fight between dragons and tigers, but it turned into a fight of poetry!
Ximen Xianxian opened his mouth to read a poem, and Fang Lang also opened his mouth and responded with a poem.
The three poems actually left Chang'an romantic and talented Ximen Xianxian speechless and lost his mind!
On the ring, Fang Lang jumped down from the flying sword.
When Fang Lang fell, he was only an inch away from Ximen Xianxian's body.
The green shirt was flying, and Fang Lang raised his hand~IndoMTL.com~The thumb touched the middle finger, like a Buddha smiling and holding a flower, hanging between Ximen Xianxian's eyebrows.
"Mo Chou has no confidant in the road ahead, no one in the world knows the king."
Fang Lang smiled warmly, and finally recited, ending.
Ximen Xianxian's eyes were blank, chewing the last line of the poem that Fang Lang read.
Then, his eyes fell on Fang Lang.
Is this son... a monster?
Boom!
A flick of the finger sword wave erupted.
There was blood flying, Ximen Xianxian instantly turned his head back, and his whole body turned into an off-string arrow, which bounced out of the ring.
Ximen Xianzhi, defeated.
The dark clouds that covered the autumn rain were blown away, and the moon was shining.
Fang Lang stood forging a sword on the ring and looked at Jiang Linglong in the preparation area.
The moon is shining brightly, and she smiles warmly, just like in the Qianfei Pavilion, the time overlaps, and the young man looks at it.
Next.
Old Jiang, it's your turn.
ps This chapter is not short, ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a recommendation ticket! There are more nights!
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