For a long time, Fang Lang was refining spirit crystals.

The cultivation funds provided by the system, except for the gold coins that were not used, all the spirit crystals were refined by Fang Lang.

Rumble!

Above Fang Lang's head, there was smoke, and the eight condensed spiritual qi in his body were boiling, like a flood opening the floodgates, flowing rapidly in the meridians.

Eight paragraphs!

In the state of double bonds, Fang Lang refined more than a dozen lower-grade spirit crystals, and finally broke through his own cultivation, from a seventh-rank sword disciple to an eighth-rank!

His experience points have also increased to 5,000 points, and there are still 5,000 points left before he can level up, that is, as long as he spends the five thousand gold coins in the space ring through the consumption related to cultivation, he can level up.

The morning sun is shining.

Fang Lang opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

There was some excitement and surging in my heart.

The eighth-stage swordsman is gone.

With his hard work, he finally crossed over from the third stage to the eighth stage.

"However, it's only the eighth stage, and from the eighth stage to the ninth stage, you need to spend more spirit crystal resources......"

Fang Lang murmured, not too optimistic.

With the improvement of strength, the demand for spirit crystals is actually increasing exponentially, and the higher the cultivation, the number of spirit crystals required is likely to be several times that of before.

The previous fifty spirit crystals could allow Fang Lang to go from the fifth stage to the eighth stage, but from the eighth stage to the ninth stage, the spirit crystals needed might be more than fifty.

Fortunately, Fang Lang didn't need to worry about resources, after all, as long as he let the system upgrade, there would be enough system funds.

It's really not good, Fang Lang still has ten low-grade spirit crystals and two middle-grade spirit crystals funded by Lao Fang's family.

And the cultivation of the eighth-stage sword disciple still can't tolerate Fang Lang's complacency and laxity.

If you want to really get on the gold list of scientific examinations, the eighth section ...... It's not enough, at least a nine-stage cultivation is required to barely qualify.

After all, scientific expeditions ...... is facing the students of the entire Datang world.

Standing up from the bed, Fang Lang twisted his lower body bones, the first-grade level of any profession is actually the time to lay the foundation, every time the strength is improved, there will be a slight transformation, which is the foundation and improvement of the physical body and meridians.

"It's time to find a time to spend the money on the system."

"After spending money, you can make up enough experience points to upgrade, and when the time comes, not only will you have new cultivation resources, but even ...... There can also be an extra fetter bit. ”

Fang Lang narrowed his eyes, and couldn't help but have some anticipation in his heart.

As for spending money, what can be so hard?

……

Changing into a new green shirt and carrying the Liansheng sword box on his back, Fang Lang had breakfast, left the Fang Mansion, and walked in the direction of the academy.

I haven't seen Xiao Wenzi for a few days, and Fang Lang still misses it...... Have an in-depth exchange with her about her spiritual practice.

I just entered the college.

A pair of eyes fell on Fang Lang, with surprise, envy and incomprehension.

Fang Lang was very uncomfortable with the strange gazes of the students around him, he was a low-key person after all.

Set foot in the seventh book building.

The moment he stepped into the floor, the students who had been chatting together in twos and threes suddenly quieted down.

Even in the seventh study building, the students who had been on the academy's gold list quietly looked at Fang Lang.

Is this what it feels like to be a genius?!

Is this what it feels like to be out of step with the world?

It's weird...... Not bad.

Fang Lang found his desk seat, sat down cross-legged, supported his chin, and tapped his fingers.

looked at Ni Wen's desk seat, Xiao Wenzi hadn't come yet.

Between the floors, the sound of fellow students squirming sounded again.

After all, yesterday, the two inner sect disciples of the Sword Shu Sect came to the sword, and the high-profile announcement that Fang Lang won the first place in the Sword Shu Sect was still very impactful.

Now Fang Lang's reputation in Luojiang Academy is probably comparable to the top ten geniuses on the gold list.

"Fang Lang is so powerful, he can actually ask the sword to be the first!"

"Ask Sword Dabi not to look at cultivation, only to look at swordsmanship, Fang Lang's swordsmanship is really powerful!"

"I asked Jian Dabi to be the first, why did he come back to the academy? Shouldn't he join the Sword Shu Sect directly? ”

"Come back to participate in the scientific examination, want to fight for a better sect? But what else could he do but a sword? It's inflated, and with his strength, there's no hope for scientific research. ”

……

The surrounding classmates chatted while peeking at Fang Lang.

Although Fang Lang asked Jian Da to be the first, everyone still felt that Fang Lang's behavior was not very wise.

After all, Fang Lang's participation in the scientific examination may not be able to reach the level of being admitted to the Sword Shu Sect.

Although thirty points were added, with Fang Lang's roots and cultivation, it would be very difficult to get the score that could be selected by the Sword Shu Sect, and the hope was almost slim.

When the time comes, Fang Lang will get a score that can only be selected by a second-class or even third-class sect, and even fall to Sun Shan, then it will really become a joke in the world.

Obviously, he was able to enter the Sword Shu Sect, a first-class sect in the Tang Dynasty, but he couldn't do it himself.

For the discussion of the students around him, Fang Lang didn't care.

Fang Lang's eyes lit up quickly, because he saw Ni Wen, Ni Wen was wrapped in a green shirt, her head was lowered as always, like a little transparent, and she walked into the study building in small steps.

"Little Wenzi!"

Fang Lang shouted.

Ni Wen raised her head suddenly, looked at Fang Lang who was coming, and suddenly felt a little at a loss, she hadn't seen her for a long time, and the deer in her heart was jumping wildly.

However, Fang Lang sat across her desk with familiarity.

Happily discussed the cultivation with her.

Ni Wen's face gradually softened, and the anxiety in her heart was gradually smoothed out.

She was also afraid that Fang Lang would win the first place in the Sword Contest and look down on her.

Now Fang Lang's attitude towards her was the same as always, the stone in her heart suddenly put down, and with some little excitement and the happiness unique to a little girl, she discussed issues related to cultivation with Fang Lang.

Fang Lang took the "Tang Dynasty Technique Sutra" this time, he had an in-depth communication with Lao Jiang before, and he had been rewarded with a magic cultivation talisman, about what turbo reversal flying sword supercharged formation......

Fang Lang could only understand a little bit of that thing, after all, his major was sword cultivation, and he didn't have a deep understanding of the theory of minor cultivation.

There is a specialization in the art industry, but Ni Xueba is very interested in the formation theory proposed by Fang Lang.

A finger stretched out from the sleeve of the green shirt and scribbled on the table.

While explaining to Fang Lang, he was also thinking about it.

Although Fang Lang's level of cultivation is not high, it is not a big problem, and when he opens Ni Wen's fetters state, he can barely communicate, and gradually understands this magic cultivation talisman.

"Ding! The host and the fetter Ni Wen have a shallow exchange about cultivation, triggering the cultivation passive, and obtaining the reward [Chong Duan Card Fragment ×1]. ”

The system prompt pops up, and it is a familiar punching card.

Sure enough, Xiao Wenzi is still better than Lao Jiang.

Punch card fragments are a good thing.

can offset the time of binding the bonding object, Fang Lang is not too much at all.

Soon, when the two were chatting heartily, Wen Jiaoxi stepped into the floor, sat on the first seat, raised the startling wood and patted it, and Fang Lang reluctantly returned to his position.

……

Outside Luojiang City.

Two streamers approached at a rapid pace.

The flying sword crossed the sky, and a circle of swirling silver magic circles surrounded the sword.

On it, a circle of formations protected the figure sitting on the flying sword.

Two swords, two people.

One of the figures opened his eyes, looked at the other figure with a rusty iron sword on his back, frowned slightly, and said, "Fang Lang has obtained the 'Lotus Life Sword', and the Sword Shu Sect has announced it to the world...... Lin Yun, you think twice before you act. ”

The figure with the iron sword on his back smiled.

"Grab the sword?"

"No, I'm not stupid."

"If you take the sword from Fang Lang's hands, it is equivalent to offending the Sword Shu Sect and Xuanyuan Taihua......"

"The Sword Shu Sect dares to let a swordsman take a sword out of Shu Mountain, so he naturally has his confidence."

"If you offend Xuanyuan Taihua, even a teacher may not be able to protect me."

"So ......"

Lin Yun reached out and touched the bloody chest that had been twisted by Fang Lang, his five fingers clenched suddenly, and he opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth grinned slightly, overlooking the entire Luojiang City.

"I'm not here for a sword, just for a personal vendetta."

……

The bell bell rang for the end of class.

After class.

Two people came over from the building, it was Yang Zhengyi and Liu Bubai.

"Prodigal son, you can, you actually got the first place in the sword competition, you don't need to say anything, tonight the Oiran courtyard of the Jiaofang Division will be arranged to celebrate for you!"

Yang Zhengyi shook the bangs on his forehead and said excitedly.

Liu Bubai on the side glanced at Yang Zhengyi with disgust.

Vulgar!

Swords are much more interesting than women!

"Fang Lang, let's practice swords together!"

"Aren't you going to attack the Inner Sect of the Sword Shu Sect through the scientific examination?! I'm with you! ”

"My dad just rewarded me with a flying sword, and after practicing the sword, I can still take you to play with the flying sword!"

Liu Bubai raised his head proudly.

Although he lay down for a sword competition, he scored thirteen points in vain.

But he has an excellent mentality, he has not been hit by anything, he is still a proud Luojiang Little Sword Immortal!

Fang Lang reluctantly refused Yang Zhengyi's invitation to teach the priest, as for practicing swords with Liu Bubai...... Then it's better to go to the Jiaofang Division, Lao Jiang is gone, what's the point of two big men fencing?

Of course, the main reason was that Liu Bubai's swordsmanship was too bad, and Fang Lang couldn't be interested.

"Lao Liu, you play by yourself, I have something important today."

Fang Lang simply refused.

Only Liu Bubai was left with a face full of grievances.

When you need it, you can call it a treasure, and when you don't need it, you can use the old willow......

Scold.

Fang Lang ignored the complaining Liu Bubai, and after saying goodbye to Ni Wen, he stepped on the main street and went straight to the Qianfei Pavilion where he could spend money.

Just stepped into the Thousand Fei Pavilion.

The eyes of the curvaceous and amorous Manager Yu suddenly lit up, as if he saw a big customer coming to the door, and walked over with a smile on his face.

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