In the rainstorm, Jiang Linglong's voice was crisp and pleasant.

It overshadowed all the roar and reached Fang Lang's ears.

Rainstorm, girl, oil-paper umbrella...... The three are like splashed ink freehand paintings.

Fang Lang lowered his sword and laughed.

"Jiang Linglong ......"

"It's a nice name."

Fang Lang looked at the girl's star-like eyes and said softly.

From the martial arts arena of Luojiang Academy, to the Chunyunzhai of Qianfei Pavilion, and then to the first ring of the Shushan Xuan Group today.

Fang Lang was finally qualified to know the girl's name.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Originally, Fang Lang was going to choose to bind this Lin Yun, although he was evil, but after all, Lin Yun was known as the disciple of the Donglu Sword Saint, and his talent was definitely not weak.

If it weren't for the fact that he had met himself, a person who had directly obtained the hard work of a swordsman to specialize in swordsmanship, Lin Yun might even lead Donglu Academy to compete for the first place in the team competition.

And Lin Yun can be accepted as a disciple by the Sword Saint, and the root bone should not be too bad.

However, the unexpected joy was that he knew Jiang Linglong's real name.

Fang Lang did not doubt the authenticity of the name, because at this time, there was no need to report a fake name.

This battle was very tiring, but everything was worth it, Fang Lang only felt extremely comfortable in his heart.

Choose between Jiang Linglong and Lin Yun......

Do you still need to choose?

Of course it's Jiang Linglong...... Old Jiang is a fifteen-year-old swordsman!

The root bones are absolutely terrifying!

And Lin Yun was already a defeated soldier under his Fang Lang......

The rainstorm was still falling, Fang Lang didn't insist, his hands were trembling, the tiger's mouth was cracking, fighting with Lin Yun, Fang Lang used all his strength, his physical strength was exhausted, and even, if it wasn't for Lin Yun to underestimate the enemy at the beginning, Fang Lang wanted to win, it was very difficult.

Moreover, Lin Yun's pressure on Fang Lang was also very huge.

This was the first time that Fang Lang had encountered such tremendous pressure in swordsmanship after obtaining the sword apprentice specialization level!

If you continue to stand on the platform, you may lose against the other participating students of Shangdonglu Academy.

Lao Jiang may have seen it, so he stepped into the ring.

Up and down the ring, there was a commotion, even overshadowing the roar of the torrential rain.

Fang Lang of Luojiang Academy won Lin Yun, this is simply the biggest upset of this sword competition!

Disciple of the Sword Saint, defeated by a little-known student in swordsmanship!

Who could have imagined this?

The uproar came and went, and the discussion continued.

Fang Lang's double swords, drawing swords, sword steps...... It has made many college teachers take it seriously and take it seriously.

This is the character of the academy's hole card!

Luojiang Academy has produced a real swordsmanship genius!

Even, Luojiang Academy...... This year's edition has a chance to win!

For a while, many people's eyes and eyes fell on Fang Lang, who calmly walked out of the ring.

In the crowd, Song Qingyun from the Northern Xinjiang Academy also looked at Fang Lang......

It's hard to understand.

……

In the ring.

Jiang Linglong slowly pulled out the stainless steel sword, held an oil-paper umbrella in one hand, blocked the pouring rain, and looked at the opponent of Donglu Academy as if he were a virgin.

"Donglu Academy, Liu Xuan, Nine-Rank Sword Disciple!"

The students of Donglu Academy spoke slowly, and the sound came from the sound of the rainstorm.

Jiang Linglong held an oil-paper umbrella, his veil swaying lightly between the air currents caused by the rain sliding, but he did not respond to the other party at all.

This girl is as cold as a 10,000-year-old iceberg, and her body is full of people who should not be approached.

"Girl...... Are you going to fight me with an umbrella? ”

Liu Xuan's face was a little cold and ugly, and his eyes stared at Jiang Linglong through the torrential rain.

That's too contemptible, isn't it?

Jiang Linglong never introduced himself, this is to make it clear that he does not take him Liu Xuan in his eyes.

Although he Liu Xuan is not as good as Lin Yun, he is not a weak person who can represent Donglu Academy in the competition.

Shout!

Lifting the stainless steel sword, Liu Xuan stepped down, his pace was firm, and the frequency was extremely fast.

In the rain ring, a series of explosive splashes were stepped on, and the sword light and the rain curtain cut out.

Sen Ran's sword qi set off an air flow and stabbed towards Jiang Linglong's fair-skinned neck.

Jiang Linglong's starry eyes stared at Liu Xuan.

Holding an umbrella in one hand and handing a sword in the other.

The sword came out, and the rain spread, like summer rain in an instant!

Liu Xuan only felt that his sword momentum was stuck in the quagmire, and every drop of rain was integrated into Jiang Linglong's sword qi.

Poof!

Liu Xuan ran, stepping on the water splash smaller and smaller, and finally ...... The body stiffened and was silent.

Heaven and earth were silent, except for the sound of raindrops being silently cut.

The next moment.

Liu Xuan stared, incredulous, trembling and kneeling on the ground, his body, dense sword wounds erupted, and countless blood spurted out from the wounds.

The tip of Jiang Linglong's sword hung down.

Still quietly holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Liu Xuan, who knelt in front of her, seemed to be kneeling a noble and arrogant queen.

"Next."

Jiang Linglong's long eyelashes drooped lightly, and he said lightly.

Up and down the ring, dead silence again.

Originally......

Luojiang Academy...... More than one hole card.

……

Under the ring.

Wen Jiaoxi handed Fang Lang a pill, but Fang Lang was a little hesitant.

"Don't worry, the healing pill will not affect the evaluation of the Datang scientific expedition."

Brush up on the Tao.

After that, Fang Lang didn't refuse again, after swallowing the pill, there was a cold feeling in the cracked tiger's mouth that spread rapidly, and soon, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The effect of this healing medicine is surprisingly good.

Obviously, this healing elixir is expensive.

"This is a healing medicine refined by the 'Taihetang' medical warlock, and the effect is very good, one grain of ten gold coins." Wen Jiaoxi said with a smile.

Fang Lang turned his head and glanced at Wen Jiaoxi.

"Don't feel pain, anyway, the academy will reimburse you, and it won't cost me money." Wen Jiaoxi blinked.

Fang Lang also smiled dumbly.

He...... Poor money?

What a good flesh ache.

"Liu Bubai is a small injury, after swallowing the pill, he will continue to live tomorrow, but his state is a little down."

Wen Jiaoxi continued.

After that, the two chatted for a while, and looked at Jiang Linglong's crisp battle in the ring.

Suddenly.

Wen Jiaoxi let out a breath and said, "Practice the sword...... Suffered a lot, right? ”

This sudden inquiry made Fang Lang not know how to answer for a while.

Could it be that he didn't say that he was not bitter at all, but he learned it by having an in-depth exchange with Xiao Wenzi?

Fang Lang naturally wouldn't answer like this.

"Hmm." Fang Lang tilted his head and nodded vaguely.

At last...... It's bitter.

This is a white lie.

Wen Jiaoxi laughed: "I knew it...... You kid is good, you have to endure hardships to become a master, your roots may not be good, but at least this swordsmanship talent is enough to make you surpass ordinary people, even if you fail in the scientific examination, it doesn't matter......"

"This time you have shown your value ...... the sword competition"

"If my guess is correct, Jian Shu should recruit you as a disciple of the outer sect in advance."

Wen Jiaoxi said.

When Fang Lang heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned, the torrential rain was pouring down, slapping on the bluestone ground of Daping in Shushan, like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate, and like Fang Lang's sudden rapid heartbeat.

Wen Jiaoxi sighed with emotion, Fang Lang can be regarded as a salted fish turning over, with Fang Lang's college examination results, if he wants to enter the Sword Shu Sect, I am afraid that there is no hope.

Even if Fang Lang has reached the seventh rank of sword disciple now, it is still difficult to apply for the Sword Shu Sect in a month.

Therefore, being able to be recruited in advance is lucky for Fang Lang, and it is also a reward for Fang Lang's hard work in sword practice.

"Waizong?"

Fang Lang muttered.

Wen Jiaoxi was suddenly stunned and looked at Fang Lang.

Fang Lang raised his head, and the rain dripped down the tips of his hair, and the rain was beaded, clouding Fang Lang's vision.

Fang Lang chuckled lightly as he looked at Jiang Linglong, who walked out of the ring arrogantly like a queen holding an oil-paper umbrella after easily defeating the third student from Donglu Academy in the ring.

Waizong, not enough.

"If I apply for the Sword Shu exam, I don't want to just enter a foreign sect, I want to pass the qualification of the sect...... Enter the Sword Shu Inner Sect. ”

"I'm going to ...... Then go for the best. ”

Fang Lang's voice was soft, but firm.

The torrential rain and thunder were still roaring, but in Wen Jiaoxi's ears, he couldn't hear the slightest sound, only the seemingly unreachable wild words of the young man.

Vaguely, Wen Ting seemed to see himself when he was young.

Young and frivolous.

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