Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

The snow is flying heavily, and the higher the mountain, the heavier the snow.

On the top of Shu Mountain, among the four peaks symbolizing the Siji Jiange, there was a sound of breaking through the sky, tearing the clouds and white snow.

The white-clothed Shengxue disciples exhaled sword energy from their hearts, carrying the force of wind and thunder, and the disciples who came out of the mountain with their swords were as chic as exiled immortals who left the pavilion.

Fang Lang, who deliberately went back to the yard and changed into the white clothes of a disciple of Jianshu Sect, walked out of the yard and saw Jiang Linglong holding an oil-paper umbrella to block the flying snow.

The girl is also dressed in white, like a hibiscus emerging from water.

The two raised their heads, and the brothers and sisters flying over their heads turned into sword lights, like thousands of swords returning to their ancestors, and galloped towards Daping, Shushan.

Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong looked at each other and smiled, and then the two also breathed out sword energy from their hearts, and Yujian came out of Huangji!

It's like hundreds of rivers merge into the sea, into the torrent of swords controlled by many senior brothers and sisters.

Jian Shuzong, Daping, Shushan.

The snow on the Daping had been cleared away. On a building on the Daping, Chao Xiaojian stood in white clothes and snow, with his chest and belly exposed. In the cold and snowy sky, he looked a bit uninhibited and eye-catching.

Elder Ji, Wen Ting and other strongmen of the Jianshu Sect also stood around him, raising their heads one after another, looking at the disciples of the Jianshu Sect who came from the snowstorm, with smiles on their faces.

Except for the Tianji Jiange disciples who have been fighting and cultivating in the demon palace all year round, other Jiange disciples, as well as disciples who have not entered the Jiange, all gathered here one after another.

Thousands of white clothes gathered together, the scene was quite shocking, and some disciples who hadn't seen each other for a long time smiled tacitly at each other.

Some asked about the progress of their cultivation, and some agreed to form a team together to enter the Demon Tower next time. The atmosphere was harmonious, and it dispelled the chill of the snow-covered mountains.

Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong came with swords, and were waved by Elder Ji and Jiaoxi Wen.

Liu Bubai and Ni Wen had already stayed there.

"Have you heard about the Qianlong resource war?"

Wen Ting looked at Fang Lang and the others, and asked with a smile.

Then, without waiting for Fang Lang to speak, he introduced the details of the Qianlong resource war and its importance to Jianshu Sect.

It is similar to what Xiao Lingjian said, but in more detail.

"Isn't there still half a year left in the Qianlong resource war?"

Jiang Linglong asked suddenly.

Elder Ji on the side spoke, "The imperial edict just came from Chang'an, the Emperor Tang said that this year's Qianlong Resource War will be held together with the Holy Emperor's birthday celebration."

"Therefore, there are less than ten days left before the Qianlong resource battle."

Fang Lang couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he heard the words: "So anxious?"

"Originally, only new disciples could participate in the Qianlong resource war, because new disciples are least affected by resources, and half a year is just right. However, this time, because Tang Huang opened his mouth, the resource war was brought forward."

"However, it has little impact."

"Furthermore... for this Qianlong resource battle, Emperor Tang personally ordered that each sect's participating teams must have at least one genius from a foreign race to join the battle, and the team should be led by an old disciple."

"Therefore, this time's Qianlong resource battle cannot be said to be Qianlong. The difficulty will be much higher than in previous years, and the uncertainties and risk factors will also be much higher."

Elder Ji spoke in a low voice.

Fang Lang and the others fell into deep thought, but they didn't have time to ask.

Chao Xiaojian on the platform spoke, and what he said was the same as what Elder Ji said. He mentioned that the Qianlong resource battle was about to be advanced in advance, and that an old disciple of the fourth rank of the profession should be selected from the sect to participate and join the team , to participate in the resource war together.

No wonder many disciples are gathered in Daping, Shushan.

There was a rustle of discussions on the Daping, and then, after passing the screening, the chief of Xuanji Jiange was elected.

Because the disciples of Jiji and Tianji Jiange have surpassed the lower four ranks, only the head of Xuanji is eligible to participate.

Fang Lang cast his gaze over.

From the list information given by Xiao Lingjian, he knew the name of the chief of the Xuanji Sword Pavilion, Huang Ying, the peak of the fourth-grade sword artistic conception.

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Age: 25

Cultivation: Nine-Duan Sword Artistic Conception

Root bone: 22 (gold)

Introduction: She once dreamed of walking the world with a sword

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The information was presented in front of Fang Lang's eyes, and the root bone was also very good, and it was also a gold-quality root bone, but it was not as good as Wen Jiaoxi.

This is a senior sister.

Speaking of which, Fang Lang met once again, and it was the senior sister who came to greet him specially when he asked about the sword competition.

I got acquainted with Wen Jiaoxi, and now it seems that this senior sister came here specially to pick up Wen Jiaoxi.

Tsk, there is something tricky.

Fang Lang glanced at Wen Jiaoxi, only to see that Wen Jiaoxi calmed down and took a sip of the wolfberry tea in the gourd.

And this time the gathering of many disciples was not just to screen out the old disciples who participated in the Qianlong resource battle. With his hands behind his back towards Xiaojian, he glanced at the many disciples below, took a deep breath, and said: "After the Qianlong resource battle, It is the sects fighting for the front... This year, Donglu Sword Sect, Nanhai Sword Sect and many other sword sects are coming aggressively."

"You also don't have any slack."

"In the Tang Dynasty, when it comes to the sect of swordsmanship, only I, Jianshu! Jianshu used to be number one, and one day, Jianshu will be number one again!"

Chao Xiaojian's voice shattered the wind and snow.

The white-clothed Jianshu disciples on the Daping had their eyes shining like fire in the heavy snow.

"Everyone, calm down and sit down."

Chao Xiaojian's mobilization was over, and with a flick of his sleeves, there seemed to be a sword intent under the Daping, holding it up like a flower.

On the Daping, the disciples sat cross-legged on the ground.

Fang Lang, Jiang Linglong and other new disciples didn't quite understand. Elder Ji quickly reminded: "Sit cross-legged on the spot, Chaozong is mainly preaching. Listen carefully. This will be of great help to you."

"A sermon given by a top ninth rank in the Tang Dynasty is an enjoyment and opportunity for anyone."

Even Elder Ji was cross-legged on the ground.

Fang Lang, Jiang Linglong, Ni Wen, Liu Bubai and others sat cross-legged.

The world was silent, and suddenly the wind and snow stopped.

Chao Xiaojian, white-clothed Shengxue, unrestrained, glanced at many disciples, crossed his knees on the balcony, and spoke slowly.

The blessing of spiritual thoughts formed a unique connotation and fluctuation in the voice of the words, as if bringing every disciple into a magnificent world of swordsmanship.

Chao Xiaojian is explaining his understanding of the sword, which can help every student to have a deeper understanding of the way of the sword.

Before listening to the sermon, Fang Lang chose to bind Professor Wen.

"System, bind the bonded object...Wen Ting."

"Ding! System testing..."

"Ding, it is estimated that it will take seven days to detect the bonded object's Nine-Duan Sword Artistic Conception. Is it bound?"

A system prompt pops up.

Fang Lang raised his eyebrows, only seven days?

This binding time is shorter than expected.

When he was a fifth-level swordsman before, it took him three days to bind Lao Jiang, an eighth-level swordsman. Logically speaking, it should take longer to bind Wen Jiaoxi.

Maybe... because of Wen Jiaoxi's "virtuality"?

"Ding! The detection host has a punching card x 1, and punching card fragments x 2, which can offset seven days."

After Fang Lang thought for a while, he chose to exchange and bind.

"Ding! The binding is successful, I wish you a happy practice!"

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Fetters: Wen Ting

Age: 28

Cultivation: Nine-stage Sword Intent

Root bone: 89 (gold)

Practice speed: 18 low-grade spirit crystals/hour

[The current state of the bonded object, put your body into the sword...]

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Fang Lang glanced at Wen Ting's basic information, and there was no such strange thing as blood talent.

But there was an extra introduction to solve Fang Lang's confusion.

Originally, Fang Lang had always been curious that Wen Jiaoxi had such roots, he shouldn't be twenty-eight years old, it was just the concept of sword art.

Now it seems that it has something to do with "feeding the sword with the body".

Of course, it's also because Wen Jiaoxi's cultivation level is not high, otherwise it would be really difficult to bind.

This kind of root bone is already considered one in a million.

It didn't take too long to bind Wen Ting as the bond object.

There is one remaining bond position, Fang Lang will keep it first, to see if there is any suitable target for binding in this Qianlong resource battle.

Fang Lang switched to the state of five fetters, and his instant perception ability was greatly improved.

Listening to Chao Xiaojian's preaching, the world seemed to be still, only the truth of the way of the sword was spreading, like brilliant flowers blooming in the hearts of every disciple of Jianshu sect, benefiting a lot, the way of the sword The doubts in the heart suddenly became clear.

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the next day.

The heavy snow stopped, and the long-lost warm sunshine sprinkled from the sky, which was warm and let people feel lazy.

On the martial arts arena, each piece of white clothes is like a white lotus blooming in the sun.

Fang Lang, Jiang Linglong, Ni Wen, and Liu Bubai packed their bags and stood in the martial arts field at Prejian Peak, waiting to go to Chang'an together.

This trip to Chang'an will not only participate in the Qianlong resource war, but also participate in the holy emperor's birthday celebration.

Elder Ji, Wen Ting and Chao Xiaojian turned into swords and descended from the sky, landing on the martial arts arena.

In the distance, old disciple Huang Ying came slowly with a sword box on her back and her black hair tied up.

And beside her, followed a wild figure, the alien genius who joined the team this time.

Fang Lang was taken aback, because he discovered that this alien genius was none other than Shu Yuehua, the alien girl whose clavicle was hammered by him without martial arts.

The girl is very wild, but after changing into the white shirt of the disciple of Jianshu Sect, she looks much more elegant.

She grinned, showing her small canine teeth, but stared at Fang Lang very unkindly.

Her injury has completely healed. After all, it is only a skin injury. After a pill, she is basically fine. However, that kind of spiritual trauma is difficult to heal in a short period of time.

"This time everyone is participating in the resource war on behalf of the Jianshu Sect. Peace is the most important thing and we need to work together."

Said to Xiaojian.

On the martial arts arena, he flicked his sleeve towards the little sword, and a sword intent surged up, enveloping the bodies of the disciples, breaking through the clouds, and flying across the sunny sea of ​​clouds.

It turned into a sword rainbow, pulled out a rainbow of sword energy, and galloped gracefully.

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"The resource war is jointly managed by the Ministry of Rites of the Tang Dynasty and Dali Temple. Most sects in the world are eligible to participate. There are more than 300 sects in the second-rate, first-rate and top ten sects."

The center of power in the Tang Dynasty, the ancient city shrouded in heavy snow, gradually appeared in the eyes of Fang Lang and others.

Familiar ancient city, familiar taste.

From the end of the scientific examination to now, half a month later, Fang Lang came to Chang'an again!

As Huang Ying, who had participated in the resource war, he was explaining the rules of the resource war to Fang Lang and other young disciples.

Huang Ying is a very gentle woman, she treats everyone like a gentle big sister, only when facing Wen Ting, she has a cold face.

"Senior Sister, this resource war... will kill people?"

On the side, Ge Shu Yuehua, who was grinning with small canine teeth, asked.

Huang Ying glanced at brother Shu Yuehua, she didn't treat her differently because she was of a different race, she still smiled gently, but her face was a bit serious: "The resource war is different from the scientific examination of the academy students, because the fight is for For resources, the competition is about profit, and it involves the competition of practice."

"In the process of fighting, they will naturally fight with all their strength, so life and death are unpredictable."

"However, the imperial court will send strong men from Dali Temple to maintain order and minimize the degree of death."

After Huang Ying finished speaking, everyone fell silent, and the atmosphere seemed to be much heavier.

"Cultivation is to seek longevity, but death is the ultimate destination of practice."

Glancing at everyone at Xiaojian, he said calmly.

"Don't worry, Senior Sister, I will do my best to protect you." Huang Ying said with a gentle smile.

There is a little firmness in the eyes.

Around Chang'an City, there are all kinds of splendors flying towards them.

There are extremely gorgeous and luxurious flying swords, there are handsome horses pulling a speeding carriage, and there are also huge magic circles sweeping across the sky.

It was like hundreds of rivers converging into the sea, pulling traces one after another on the sky, and converging into Chang'an City.

In front of the ancient and majestic Chang'an City.

Streams of light descended one after another, because the iron law in Chang'an City was in the sky, and the sky was not allowed to enter the city, so all the strongmen of various sects fell in front of the city gate.

The snow in front of the city gate has been swept away, exposing a large open space.

With the fall of the sect's strong man, the shadows gathered together.

The gates of Chang'an City were closed tightly, and above the towers, guards in armor were coldly carrying swords.

Fang Lang looked around in the team and saw many familiar figures.

For example, Ximen Xianxian who joined Ji Yuanguan, Li Yuanzhen who was blown away by him with flamboyant routines, and Wei Sheng who is simple and honest.

"Brother Lang! Let's meet again, is there an appointment for the teacher tonight?"

Ximen Xianxian spread out a paper fan and warmly invited.

It's a pity that Fang Lang ruthlessly rejected him, and Ximen Xianxian shook his head regretfully.

Wei Sheng in the crowd also saw Fang Lang and smiled honestly at Fang Lang. Around him, burly companions looked curiously.

Only half a month has passed since the Great Tang Science Examination, and they are still curious about this flamboyant number one scholar, Lang Ke.

boom!

A sharp sword brilliance flew towards him quickly, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.

"The team of Donglu Sword Sect is here."

Huang Ying said.

"Donglu Sword Sect can be said to be our biggest competitor in this resource war."

Huang Ying's expression was serious.

Chao Xiaojian, in white clothes and white hair, glanced lightly.

The sword energy dissipated, and Donglu Sword Master Nan Yehuo appeared as cold as ice, with his straight eyebrows still intact.

The smile on Fang Lang's face disappeared, and he glanced at Nan Yehuo, staring at his severed arm for a while longer.

Nan Yehuo's face became more and more cold after being stared at.

Next to Nan Yehuo was the team of Donglu Sword Sect.

Huang Ying's expression froze slightly when he saw the old disciple who was the leader of the Donglu Sword Sect.

"It's actually Lin Muzhe, the most famous genius of the Donglu Sword Sect this year! It is said that he got the inheritance of a passing sword fairy in the Donglu Sword Tomb!"

Hearing that there is a genius, Fang Lang immediately became interested, glanced over, and directly threw out a scan.

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Age: 23

Cultivation: Nine-stage Sword Intent

Root bone: 79 (gold)

Introduction: Don't think about it, her hatred for you is beyond the charts

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Fang Lang was taken aback for a moment, his bones were not bad, but this introduction...

On the other side, Wen Ting said lazily: "Don't look, she has a younger brother named Lin Yun, isn't it a surprise? But it's not a relative, it's okay."

Fortunately, a hammer.

Fang Lang was speechless when he heard the words. He finally understood the meaning of the system introduction.

Lin Muzhe seemed to feel Fang Lang's gaze, and looked coldly at him, separated by a petal of flying snow falling between the sky and the earth.

Pooh!

The flying snow in sight was smashed into fine pieces in an instant.

crunch...

As many sect teams gathered, the gates of Chang'an slowly opened.

In Chang'an City, there were many welcoming people coming out.

Princess Pei was wearing a red cloak, and came out excitedly in small steps, followed by Zhao Wuji and the cool Pei Liao Huyou, who came out specially to greet her.

Seeing his mother's appearance, Jiang Linglong immediately smiled.

He also took two steps forward, ready to welcome his mother's enthusiasm.

"Ah! Xiaolang is here, have you written any new poems recently?"

However, Princess Pei missed Jiang Linglong directly, and walked directly in front of Fang Lang, stomping small steps, rubbing her hands in a breath, and said excitedly.

Jiang Linglong froze in place, wearing a veil, her eyes became more and more cold like icebergs.

The surrounding snow was a little heavy.

Ah.

This girl, don't worry about it.

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