On the martial arts field, there was a dead silence.

And after Fang Lang spoke to Ni Wen, everyone came back to their senses from Fang Lang's sword, and the noise sounded like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate.

Liu Hao, a fifth-stage martial apprentice, a little genius among the three hundred civilian students of Luojiang Academy, was defeated in one move!

Spike!

Who would have thought?

Even Fang Lang's friend Yang Zhengyi was still wiggling his bangs at this moment, looking confused.

Drawing the sword is the end.

Fang Lang won simply, and domineering!

After winning Liu Hao, Fang Lang said hello to Ni Wen, turned around and squeezed out of the crowd, and returned the wooden sword.

The wooden sword in his hand was full of cracks and could no longer be used.

Among the students who were watching around.

In fact, there are many genius students, and their eyes are solemn.

There are even students who are vigilant.

Fang Lang...... Were you hiding it before? The third stage becomes the fifth stage, coupled with this fast sword, it can't be practiced in ten years. ”

"Sure enough, the scientific expedition of the Tang Dynasty is approaching, and all the bulls, ghosts, snakes and gods have come out."

"Interesting, Fang Lang is a showdown, don't pretend?"

The genius students looked at each other, and they all saw the vigilance in their eyes, as well as the boiling meaning of comparison.

The triennial scientific examination is the end of ordinary people, but it is a carnival of geniuses, and powerful students plan to show their demeanor in this scientific examination!

Fang Lang's performance in this battle aroused the fighting spirit of many people.

Hundreds of boats compete for the stream, compete for beauty.

This kind of scientific expedition is interesting, and it lives up to their three years of hard work.

Yang Zhengyi came back to his senses at this moment, his face was full of resentment, Fang Lang, this kid, had no brothers of the opposite sex, he didn't even say hello to him, he just cared about making eye contact with Ni Wen.

However, Yang Zhengyi was excited, flicked his bangs, and chased after Fang Lang's back.

As for Liu Hao, I don't know when, he was already lonely and left secretly.

The onlookers dispersed.

Ni Wen was blushed by Fang Lang's words, and she was dizzy at the moment.

"Wait...... Wait...... Do you really want to practice against Fang Lang? ”

"Still don't practice, right? A-Niang said...... Rich kids...... Not a good thing! ”

Ni Wen lowered her head, hesitating and apprehensive in her heart.

However, all that left in her mind was Fang Lang's slashing sword, looking at her in the crowd, and smiling at her with a sunny smile.

"That'...... Just practice, and never talk to him. ”

Ni Wen seemed to have suddenly thought of a solution, clenched her small fists, and nodded solemnly.

……

At the edge of the martial arts arena, under a row of breezy willow branches.

There are several figures walking in vain.

If Fang Lang is here, he will definitely be able to see a familiar figure, it is Uncle Zhao who has accompanied Si Lang in the teaching workshop for a night.

At this moment, Uncle Zhao was respectfully standing beside a graceful figure, and beside the two of them, there was also a figure with a rickety back, wearing a white shirt, and a white beard.

All three of them retracted their gazes in unison.

Uncle Zhao's face was a little strange, and the graceful figure frowned slightly, falling into deep thought.

The old figure was wearing a white beard and a smile on his face.

"That sword...... It's a bit interesting, if it is a disciple from 'Sword Shu', I may not be surprised, but there are also such students in Luojiang Academy. The graceful figure took a deep breath and muttered.

Then, she seemed to fall into deep thought, and after a long time, her eyes were bright, as if the bottleneck that had been stuck in her heart for a long time had been broken by the flowing waterfall.

"Mr. Cui said that you can't underestimate the people of the world, and Linglong has been taught."

The graceful figure bowed to the hunched figure.

"Jiang Nizi, what are you doing, this is really not deliberately arranged by the old man, this is just an ordinary competition between students in Luojiang Academy." The old man waved his hand.

Afterwards, the old man looked at the serious Jiang Linglong and couldn't help but marvel.

Gold root bones, sure enough, all of them are monsters.

A sword viewing that coincides with the meeting can also have a small understanding.

"That young man's one-handed swordsmanship, without ten years of hard practice day and night, it is difficult to master it, it can be said that it is the top swordsmanship that can be achieved in the realm of swordsmen, although he is only a fifth-stage swordsman, but this swordsmanship, in the sword cultivation subject, is enough to add a lot of points."

Jiang Linglong's figure was graceful and graceful, and his face showed a little appreciation.

The old man who was called Mr. Cui was also brushing his beard, but he did not refute Jiang Linglong's statement.

"This son's name is Fang Lang?"

"Luojiang Fang's family, Fang Beihe's child?"

"Before...... Why have you never heard of this name? ”

Mr. Cui looked at Fang Lang, who defeated Liu Hao with one blow and then disappeared into the crowd with a smile on his face.

That sword cut through the red dust, and the uninhibited chic and calm, made the old man quite admired.

The two continued to move forward, not paying attention to Fang Lang's affairs, although Fang Lang's sword was amazing, but his own cultivation was still too low, the fifth-stage swordsman, even if he had swordsmanship points, it was difficult to shine in the scientific examination, and he might have the opportunity to be selected by the sect, but he couldn't choose the top sect in the Tang Dynasty, so ...... There's no need to pay too much attention to it.

can't enter the top sect to practice, even if the swordsmanship is amazing, the future is ...... But it is also the end of sight.

The girl Jiang Linglong and Mr. Cui chatted all the way.

And Uncle Zhao, who was following Jiang Linglong, was full of weirdness and shock.

Because he recognizes it, boy...... It's Fang Lang!

Three paragraphs yesterday, five paragraphs today!

Now, he has shown such an amazing swordsmanship.

It's not at all like what Lao Fang said, "Fang Lang is just an ordinary academy student".

"Zao Wou-ki, what are you in a daze? After consulting Mr. Cui, I still have to go to the 'Thousand Fei Pavilion', so follow up." ”

Suddenly, Jiang Linglong, who had walked into the distance, turned his head, frowned slightly, and said.

"Whoa."

Uncle Zhao came back to his senses, confessed his guilt, and respectfully followed.

……

Fang Lang returned the tattered wooden sword back to the weapon shelf, and the old teacher who was in charge of the weapon shelf raised his eyebrows, but he did not let Fang Lang compensate.

This teacher also saw the battle between Fang Lang and Liu Hao, and he also knew the amazing sword that Fang Lang showed.

"It's a pity, if you change to a fine steel sword, that sword is enough to cut off the opponent's arm, and even the arm bones can be chopped."

The old teacher who took care of the weapon rack grabbed a dry tobacco pipe, took a sip of "let's click", and said with a smile.

Fang Lang was stunned for a moment, and then smiled brightly: "It's just a competition between classmates, and you have to be forgiving and forgiving." ”

The most important thing is that the academy does not allow the use of steel swords.

Fang Lang put away his weapon and chose a brand-new wooden sword.

The old teacher was stunned when he heard Fang Lang's words.

Forgive and forgive......

"Bar da" took a puff of dry cigarette and spit out turbid smoke, and the old teacher grinned: "Good boy, good personality." ”

"Cultivation is also the cultivation of the mind, and the nature of the mind also affects the cultivation."

The old teacher tapped the weapon rack with a dry tobacco stick and admonished.

Fang Lang nodded at the old teacher, carried the new wooden sword, and returned to the martial arts arena.

In the battle with Liu Hao, Fang Lang experienced the "sword drawing technique".

Fighting with Liu Hao, you can't trigger the passive cultivation, and there's no need to waste time, so you can fight quickly, draw the sword, either you win or I lose, just neatly.

However, the surprise that the sword drawing technique brought to Fang Lang was huge.

As long as you communicate with the object of your bond, you will receive a special reward.

This made Fang Lang look forward to the next sparring with Ni Wen more and more, this kind of sparring should also be regarded as an in-depth exchange?

The bell rings and the break ends.

On the martial arts arena, the seventh study building, the third floor of the hundreds of students, gathered one after another, lined up in a phalanx.

After chattering for a while, Mr. Jiaoxi ordered the two students to practice against each other.

The students dispersed, and the flying green shirts were like green leaves blown by the wind on the martial arts arena.

A corner of the martial arts arena.

Fang Lang and Ni Wen stood opposite each other.

Ni Wen held a wooden staff like a withered tree branch in her hand.

Fang Lang looked at Ni Wen with an elegant and easy-going smile.

Ni Wen's head was almost shrunk into the green shirt, a little embarrassed, and her heart was uneasy.

I really just practice with you, I ...... Don't talk to you!

In the distance, Yang Zhengyi shook the bangs on his forehead and glanced at Fang Lang with resentment on his face.

This kid is floating, his wings are stiff, and he doesn't practice with him for the sake of the little woman.

He Yang Zhengyi is the fiftieth on the gold list!

Where can it not compare to Ni Wen?!

Ahem......

Ni Wen is third on the gold list, and he Yang Zhengyi ...... It seems like it's really not as good.

For a while, Yang Zhengyi became more and more complaining, and he had a grudge in his heart, and he wanted to vent his grievances on his opponent.

Opposite Yang Zhengyi, Liu Hao, who had just been given gold sore medicine, twitched the corners of his mouth, and a not very good premonition arose.

Under the command of the teaching.

All the students who were standing opposite each other bowed to their opponents.

"Please advise."

The shouts swept away the branches of the willows, lingering in the sky above the martial arts arena.

The next moment, the sparring began, and the sound of fighting exploded in an instant.

The youthful atmosphere of the teenagers and girls is unreservedly diffused.

Energetic, hilarious and laughing.

PS: Ask for a recommendation ticket~