Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

The blue sky, the white clouds are long.

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

Like a silent watercolor painting, the disciples of 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 thought that there would be such a shocking and shocking scene.

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 sword repair, could actually perform so well in the way of martial arts.

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 knew that after the five hundredth step, Fang Lang's ferocious appearance began.

This son is like a raging dragon that has come 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 son... found another way to break through the formation with force and climb the mountain violently!"

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

Huang Zhihe took a deep breath and said.

Zhao Wuji at the side raised his eyebrows: "Is it that simple?"

In the distance, Zhao Zhenshi's ears twitched slightly. Hearing this, he glanced at Zhao Wou-ki 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 formation on the stone ladder will give you a stronger swing!"

"Every time, there are quite a few disciples whose spiritual thoughts are injured, and it takes half a year to cultivate... The five hundred ladders and five hundred magic formations are formations based on the Five Elements Spell Formation."

"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 final attack of the magic formation required the sea of ​​consciousness to resist, and he lacked the protection of the sea of ​​consciousness. In the end... only one soul was injured, and even The fate of the broken sea of ​​consciousness!"

Zhao Zhenshi said.

"The kid will understand how stupid this is when the time comes."

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 stopped talking, 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 tenacious, and the techniques of cultivation are also extraordinary, at least the ground level, and the attacking techniques of spiritual thoughts are not weak!"

"This son... can also 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 disciples of the Dao sect to suppress Fang Lang, only to be crushed by Fang Lang.

...

...

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

He shuddered all over, and a look of astonishment could not help but emerge from the depths of his heart.

He vaguely felt exactly the same feeling as Li Yuanzhen.

It was as if a fierce tiger was silently rushing towards him from behind, trying to bite him completely!

"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 ​​knowledge and spirit! He will definitely not be able to resist how 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!

There are 900 stairs, and there are 100 stairs left. Now, he is in the first place, and it is a certainty that he will climb 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 disciples of Dao Dao Sect 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!

Now before Fang Lang, there are still fifty disciples of the Dao Sect. They are all geniuses in the fourth-rank realm, with strong spiritual thoughts, but they dare not be as pretentious as Fang Lang!

The fiftieth Dao Sect disciple, terrified and sweating on his forehead, 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 arrows, and shooting invisible spiritual arrows, breaking the formation like a mirror.

This disciple stood blankly on the moss-covered stone steps, and couldn't help but doubt life!

This is... Third Grade? !

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

This guy... Doesn't his spiritual sense run out? !

Fang Lang opened the spirit pupil, then switched the fetter state, 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 gets, 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 passed bit by bit.

Everyone watched in numbness that Fang Lang was about to collapse, but had not yet collapsed, and surpassed one mountain-climbing Daozong disciple after another.

Twenty, nineteen, eighteen...

Fang Lang is getting closer to the top ten!

And the top ten disciples of the Daoist 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 actually so tenacious! He definitely has practiced Shuxiu skills, probably above the ground level!"

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

The disciples were crazy.

However, Fang Lang is even crazier!

He chased to the eleventh place, and above his head, there were ten fourth-rank disciples of the Dao Sect, feeling the approaching Fang Lang and 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 warrior in his physical body, he might have been unable to carry it and fell to the foot of the mountain!

The spirit pupil effect disappeared!

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!

A little bit overtook 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!

coming!

he came!

Anfan's pores were constricted, 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 panting 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 realm!

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. This 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 were already exhausted.

Maybe he can still 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!

As a result, 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 sticking to the sea of ​​consciousness and resisting 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 the climbing!

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

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

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

He also understood that An Fan had changed his climbing method.

Fang Lang also became cruel!

With the spiritual cone and the spiritual arrow formed by comprehending the iron law, Fang Lang also speeded up!

The Dao Dao sect disciples below, watching Fang Lang and An Fan who were competing with Juechen 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 Dao sect also stared, and even a few elders were heartbroken.

"Confused!"

"Fang Lang's spiritual thoughts are weird, tenacious and long-lasting. In addition, the skills he practiced must not be lower than the ground level. His spiritual recovery speed maintains a balance. This may be Fang Lang's ability. The main reason for killing this way, An Fan's move is not wise enough."

"well……"

...

The sound of sighs spread at the foot of the mountain.

And the situation on the top of the mountain was indeed as predicted by the elders below.

An Fan and Fang Lang experienced 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, and he had to stop to recover.

If he continued to attack, without spiritual resistance, the attack of the magic circle would directly hit his sea of ​​consciousness and soul. If he couldn't bear it, he would 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. After all, he was still afraid...

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 wave 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 can this be!

You know, there is no spiritual fluctuation in Fang Lang's body, which means that Fang Lang is carrying the attack of the magic circle with his sea of ​​consciousness and soul at this moment!

Does he not hurt? !

The pain of the soul is the most painful!

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

Anfan closed his eyes.

Fang Lang's hard work, that unyielding and uncompromising energy, that 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!

An Fan experienced Li Yuanzhen's despair and helplessness for the first time.

Facing such an opponent, how can it 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, in this practice competition, he failed.

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, and tsunamis, like thousands of needles piercing, Fang Lang's soul and body were riddled with holes!

However, a line of poetry resounded in Fang Lang's mind.

It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see all the small mountains.

This time, he didn't want to lose, so he let his body be bruised and bruised.

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 trembled slightly, sending out a clear sword cry, which came from the mausoleum.

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

Fang Lang closed his eyes.

Let out a foul breath.

He didn't continue to look into the depths of the Dao Mausoleum.

Instead, he leaned on his sword, turned around, lowered his head, and looked down at the disciples of the Daoist sect in blue robes dotted one by one 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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