Time is like sand between your fingers, passing between your hands.

In an instant, it was the evening of the third day.

With the sound of the bell ringing for the end of class, the students in the study building poured out one after another.

Fang Lang, Ni Wen and Yang Zhengyi walked out of the study building and went in the direction of the martial arts field.

Yang Zhengyi shook the bangs on his forehead and chattered endlessly: "Prodigal son, you have to come on!" I am reluctant to go to the Teaching Workshop Division today, so I came to see you off, you must fight for courage and win the top three! ”

Ni Wen followed behind Fang Lang and Yang Zhengyi like a little tail, she was like this, silent, not fighting or grabbing.

However, she was still surprised when she learned that Fang Lang was going to participate in the Sword Shu Sect's Sword Asking Sword Competition.

"Fang Lang, add ...... Come on! ”

Ni Wen thought about it and opened her mouth to encourage.

Fang Lang was stunned, grinned kindly, patted Ni Wen's head, and turned towards the martial arts arena.

Under the sunset, Yang Zhengyi and Ni Wen quietly watched Fang Lang, who was striding towards the martial arts arena.

Although the sunset was like fire, they felt a vigorous rise of vitality from Fang Lang's body, and the young man held his sword, as if he was about to cut through the star dome.

……

Martial arts arena.

Wen Jiaoxi came very early today.

He changed into a neat and chic white robe, hung a sword box diagonally on his back, the sword was hidden in the box, and the beard that was once shaven was also shaved off, and the whole person looked extremely energetic, as if there was a breath of air, steaming from behind.

It's like the return of the former gentleman's sword.

Fang Lang had just arrived, and he was a little surprised to see such a warm practice.

Jiang Linglong was not too surprised, because she was very aware of the past of Gentleman Sword Wen Ting, as well as the origin of Wen Ting and Sword Shu.

The gentleman's sword went to Jianshu, and he didn't want to weaken his momentum.

Liu Bubai, Jiang Linglong, and Fang Lang were all there, and this time Wen Jiaoxi personally led the team to the Sword Shu Sect.

That's right, the place where the Sword Dabi was held was within the sect of the Sword Shu Sect.

This is the first time Wen Ting has led the team, and he was only in charge of special training before, but this year, Dean Cui personally ordered him to lead the team, and he couldn't refuse, of course, Wen Ting also understood that the main reason why Dean Cui asked him to lead the team was to protect "Jiang Pei".

"This year's Sword Question, Luojiang Academy doesn't want to be embarrassed, among the two hundred academies invited by the Sword Shu Sect this time, the level of Luojiang Academy is probably ranked in the top fifty, so you must at least rush to the second round for me!"

Wen Jiaoxi said lightly.

There is no doubt in the words.

This is his first battle into the Sword Shu Sect, he is deeply entangled with the Sword Shu Sect, there are many acquaintances, he doesn't want to be embarrassed.

Moreover, after his three-day special training, he is also confident in the three of them, and they have the ability to enter the second round.

After mobilization.

Wen Jiaoxi raised his hand, and there was a bright black space ring on his index finger, and there was a lotus flower mark on the ring, which was also a space ring produced by Qianfei Pavilion, which was high-end and valuable.

Airplanes......

A flash of brilliance.

The spatial fluctuations spread, and the next moment, a flying sword emerged from the spatial ring and floated on the martial arts arena.

Fang Lang, Liu Bubai's eyes are straight!

Flying Sword!

That's every practitioner's dream!

"This is the 'Trident' series model luxury flying sword produced by the 'Cloud Sect'! It is equipped with the magic array developed by the Shangsi Grade Skill Cultivation, running the magic array at full strength, and the maximum speed of the flying sword can gallop for 3,000 miles every hour! Every hour, the source power provided by the magic array can devour the spiritual energy of ten lower-grade spirit crystals! ”

Liu Bubai's eyes were red, and he looked at the flying sword suspended in front of Wen Jiaoxi, and his whole body trembled with excitement.

Fang Lang listened ignorantly, anyway...... Unclear.

Liu Bubai's excited appearance is hard to describe...... It's like a car lover in a previous life, seeing the appearance of a top-level supercar.

Wen Jiaoxi glanced at Liu Bubai: "I know a lot, I like flying swords?" Is there a [Edgeworth Order]? ”

Liu Bubai couldn't help nodding: "Yes!" I went to the Imperial Court to get the Edgeworth Command last year! ”

Wen Jiaoxi suddenly laughed: "You ask the sword competition this time to be in the top three, and my flying sword will borrow you for an hour." ”

Liu Bubai was short of breath for a moment, and the fighting spirit in his eyes was like a spark!

Fang Lang smashed his mouth, but Jiang Linglong was very calm.

Wen Jiaoxi smiled, flipped his hand, and the sword order appeared, stepped out, stepped on the flying sword, maintained his balance, and inserted the sword order into the sword socket of the flying sword.

Airplanes......

A wave of aura fluctuations spread, and the flying sword naturally expanded, expanding to the extent that it was large enough to accommodate four people.

Liu Bubai, Jiang Linglong is familiar with stepping on the flying sword on the wide sword body, sitting cross-legged.

Fang Lang also sat down cross-legged curiously, and a circular formation spiraled up under him, wrapping his body, like a protective barrier, isolating the sound waves and air currents.

"Sit tight, we're going."

Wen Jiaoxi stood on the hilt of the sword and said lightly.

The words fell, and a spirit crystal of extremely high purity appeared in his hand, this is a medium-grade spirit crystal, and a medium-grade spirit crystal is equivalent to a hundred low-grade spirit crystals.

This medium-grade spirit crystal was the source of power, and when it was thrown into Jian Er's mouth, the formation on the flying sword was immediately activated.

Rumble!!!

The waves are rolling.

A disc-shaped formation, like a blooming flower, spread out from the sword, spinning at high speed.

It's like a sword piercing a disc.

The phantom of the formation rotated, accompanied by a "click" sound that seemed to be a gear turning.

The next moment, the flying sword roared!

Rise from the ground!

Discharge the waves in the formation!

Flying sword through the sky!

The roar exploded between heaven and earth, like a Kunpeng spreading its wings, soaring up to 90,000 miles!

Turning into a sunset, a black streamer tearing apart the colorful glow of the sky!

……

Datang world.

Shu Mountain, Sword Shu Sect.

A mountain rises like a sword rising from the ground, towering between heaven and earth.

On the top of the mountain peak, there are countless palaces and towers like flowers, and there is a majestic sword intent, from between the peaks, rushing into the sky.

Around the peaks, clouds rose and whistling tore through the sky.

The clouds above the mountain peak suddenly broke open, and one after another the phantoms of the flying swords wrapped in the formation crashed out of the clouds, like a hundred boats competing for the stream, quickly converging from the top of Shu Mountain.

The roar of the luxurious flying sword's array was deafening.

On the flying sword controlled by Wen Jiaoxi, Fang Lang, Liu Bubai, and Jiang Linglong all looked at the mountain peaks that appeared in the sky and the earth and created Zhong Shenxiu.

This is the location of the sect of the Sword Shu Sect, and it is also the venue of this sword competition, Shu Mountain.

"The Sword Shu Sect is the most powerful sword cultivation sect in the Tang Dynasty, and its strength can be ranked in the top ten of the sect, and in each scientific examination, the number of places selected by the geniuses of the Sword Shu Sect is only ten."

Wen Jiaoxi said.

He harnessed the flying sword, tore through the clouds, and fell towards the big flat above Shu Mountain.

Not only him, but there were also many flying swords around him who broke through the air and fell to Daping together.

On the big flat.

The sword qi was agitated, the flying sword was suspended, and the roar of the magic array gradually subsided, this is the participating academies from all over the Tang Dynasty, all of them came with flying swords, and gathered today.

Fang Lang sat on the flying sword, his body trembling slightly, it was a trembling of excitement.

Although this time it was not a scientific expedition, this kind of excitement of confronting the geniuses of the world still made Fang Lang start to be excited from the bottom of his heart.

"Sword."

Wen Jiaoxi said with a smile.

The three of them jumped down from the flying sword one after another, and the luxurious flying sword was also put away.

As soon as the four of them fell, a heroic woman with a sword box on her back strode in the distance.

"Luojiang Academy?"

"Come with me, rest and adjust tonight, and start the big competition tomorrow."

The woman's face was indifferent, as if she was doing a routine, she glanced at Wen Jiaoxi, and the expression on her face became more and more cold.

Even Fang Lang and the three of them could feel the tiredness and chill in it.

"Look at what, old acquaintance."

"Back then, we agreed to stay in the Sword Shu Sect, but it's a pity that ......" Wen Jiaoxi smacked his mouth, as if reminiscing about a past.

And the heroic woman who walked in front turned her head angrily and glanced at Wen Jiaoxi: "Wen Ting, you dare to mention that you deceived the old lady, believe it or not, the old lady will stab you to death now?" ”

Wen Jiaoxi suddenly smiled: "Huang Ying, you can't bear it." ”

Tut!

The scum has no fear.

The disciple of the Sword Shu Sect called Huang Ying became more and more unkind, and he almost pulled out his sword and stabbed Wen Jiaoxi.

took Fang Lang and others to the accommodation area quickly, although Huang Ying exuded a cold air all over her body and was very dissatisfied with Wen Jiaoxi, she was still busy helping everyone check in.

Fang Lang found his room with the room card, and just as he was about to open the door to check in, the carved wooden door next door opened.

A slender and tall handsome man leaned against the door frame and looked at Fang Lang quietly.

"Which academy is Brother Tai?"

The man asked.

Fang Lang smiled kindly: "Luojiang Academy." ”

The man raised his eyebrows and nodded: "Northern Xinjiang Academy, Song Qingyun, Nine-Rank Sword Disciple." ”

Introduce oneself?

Fang Lang thought for a while and said, "Luojiang Academy, Fang Lang, sixth-stage sword disciple." ”

"Huh? Six paragraphs? ”

Song Qingyun frowned, and the interest in his eyes suddenly dissipated.

The sixth-stage swordsman, thinking about it, was only sent by the academy to make up the numbers, which was boring.

Of course, he didn't say anything ridiculous, but he was cold, lost interest in talking, said "talk back", turned back to the house, and closed the door.