The night was as deep as ink, and the rain was falling all the time.

Fang Lang held an oil-paper umbrella, and under the guidance of the guards, he headed in the direction of the Teaching Workshop Division.

Steward Yu was graceful, standing in front of the door of Qianfei Pavilion, and the rain curtain gradually blurred her vision.

She looked at Fang Lang's back as he disappeared with the guards, her red lips pursed slightly, and she fell into deep thought.

Fang Lang and Xiao Xiao's conversation, Steward Yu also heard something.

"Fang Gongzi, this is ...... Threatened? ”

Steward Yu raised his eyebrows slightly.

She thought for a moment and beckoned to the two guards of the Thousand Fei Pavilion in the distance.

The strength of these two guards is a cultivator at the level of a second-grade martial artist in the martial arts profession.

"Follow up and see the situation, if you can, help Fang Gongzi solve some trouble."

Steward Yu's red lips opened lightly, and his beautiful eyes looked at the bead curtain and rain curtain, and said.

"Whoa."

The two warrior guards bowed, turned around and put on their hats, and then rushed into the rain and disappeared.

Steward Yu didn't pay any attention to it, turned around in a slender posture, and walked gracefully towards the phantom array area.

The reason why she sent a martial artist to help, in addition to selling a flying sword today, she was in a good mood, mainly for the sake of the mysterious girl from the imperial capital before.

As for whether she can help Fang Lang in the end, she can't care about it.

Turning back to the house, his slender legs loomed under the slit tight-fitting cheongsam.

However, as soon as she turned around, a fourth-grade cultivator who was in charge of maintaining and counting the information of the Phantom Array Region, the master of the Law Realm hurried over.

"Yu Xiao! What about the guy who used the Phantom Array to test fly the flying sword just now?! ”

Steward Yu was stunned, what made this master of the Law Realm so anxious.

They all called her by her name.

"Just left, what's wrong?" Steward Yu was puzzled.

"That person took the first test flight, and he actually went to the sword monument! And it's two hundred before the sword monument! ”

The master foamed at the mouth with excitement.

Steward Yu was stunned when he heard this.

The next moment, when I came back to my senses, my beautiful eyes suddenly widened.

"Harness the Flame of a Thousand Miles...... Climb the Sword Monument?! ”

Steward Yu was shocked and incredulous.

This...... Impossible!

The top two hundred sword monuments are basically professional swordsmen!

How did Fang Lang use an entry-level flying sword to rush to the front of the sword monument for two hundred?!

Flowing Fire is only an entry-level flying sword, even if a real professional swordsman controls Flowing Fire, it is difficult to rush to the top two hundred of the sword monument, right?!

Steward Yu's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his towering chest rose and fell.

She seems to have seized a certain opportunity, the opportunity of the rise of the Qianfei Pavilion flying sword industry!

"Quick! Activate the backtracking array and take a look at Fang Gongzi's backtracking! ”

……

Dragons have reverse scales, and once they touch it, they will provoke the wrath of the dragon!

There is also a scale in people's hearts.

Fang Lang's reverse scale is the old side.

Lao Fang is Fang Lang's only relative in this world, and Lao Fang's position in Fang Lang's heart is very important.

It's not just because Lao Fang's father's love is like ...... Gold Mountain.

It is also because of the old party's love for Fang Lang, which comes from the heart!

Therefore, when the guards of the Teaching Workshop Division said that Lin Yun and Lao Fang were drinking, Fang Lang would have an unstoppable anger in his heart.

Threaten him with the old side?

Fang Lang's heart couldn't help but rise, he didn't expect that Lin Yun would actually find Luojiang City.

There was no doubt that Lin Yun was coming at him.

Because of what?

Liansheng Sword?

Fang Lang held an umbrella, walked in the dark night rain, calmly faced, thinking.

Or ...... It was because Fang Lang had defeated Lin Yun in the Sword Competition, and Lin Yun was not convinced, so his cautious eyes broke out...... Looking to get back on the field?

There are two possibilities.

However, no matter what, Lin Yun used the old Fang to threaten Fang Lang, which could be regarded as completely touching the reverse scale in Fang Lang's heart!

There was a fire, brewing and surging in Fang Lang's chest.

Fang Lang was very angry in his heart, but the more angry he was, the calmer he became.

He asked the guards, and learned from the guards that Lin Yun was not alone, for this, Fang Lang had some expectations, this is Luojiang City, Luojiang Academy is here, Lin Yun dared to come in person, he should have some confidence.

Obviously, the other person is his confidence.

The rain fell faster and faster, and the raindrops fell on the umbrella surface, bursting open, bursting into a misty mist, covering the earth and the world with a light veil.

The Workshop Division arrived soon.

Fang Lang stood in front of the door, and in the teaching department, there were three or two figures, and under the escort of the girl who was dressed in revealing and charming clothes, her legs were weak.

One of the figures was stunned when they saw Fang Lang.

"Yo, prodigal son?!"

Yang Zhengyi still had lip prints on his neck, and his bangs on his forehead were a little scattered, and he saw Fang Lang's eyes bright.

However, Fang Lang didn't have any joy, and his cold eyes met him, making the smile on Yang Zhengyi's face gradually disappear.

"Lao Yang, do me a favor."

"Go to the academy and ask Wen Jiaoxi to come to the teaching department."

Fang Lang Road.

Something went wrong.

Fang Lang's serious expression, Yang Zhengyi, who had grown up from a child, instantly understood it tacitly.

Without asking why, Yang just nodded.

Spread out the oil-paper umbrella and rush straight into the rain.

Fang Lang is not stupid, he has to learn to find a way back for himself.

After all, he's just a swordsman.

Watching Yang Zhengyi disappear into the rain curtain, Fang Lang's heart moved and made second-hand preparations.

"System, smash the eggs."

The cyan reward egg appeared in front of him, and he smashed it with a hammer without hesitation.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining [Five-fold Kicker Card], [Borrowing Card], and [Enchantment Card]. ”

The system prompt popped up, and Fang Lang glanced at the income inventory, no joy or sorrow.

The guard bowed slightly, and the edge of the hat was dripping: "Young Master Fang...... Please. ”

The first time he came to the land of fireworks, he didn't expect it...... It's so unromantic.

Fang Lang suddenly felt some regret in his heart.

The first time, I lost it like that.

Lin Yun, the grudge between the two of us is getting bigger and bigger.

The tranquility of the night has long been broken by the rain curtain.

Fang Lang followed the guards to the Chunmei courtyard, the courtyard was brightly lit, but it was silent.

Fang Lang's heart also hung abruptly.

The guards were soaked in the rain and stood sideways in front of the courtyard gate.

Fang Lang held the oil-paper umbrella given by the Yu steward and stepped into the Chunmei courtyard.

One into it.

In the courtyard, the sights swept quickly and landed on Fang Lang's body.

In the pavilion, Lin Yun squatted on a chair with a smile on his face, grabbed a greasy chicken leg, stuffed it into his mouth, and took a sip of wine, eating with relish.

The old man sat opposite, and there was a beautifully dressed woman next to him.

When the old man saw Fang Lang, the flesh on his face trembled slightly, and he roared: "Lang'er, go quickly!" ”

He obviously knew that Lin Yun was coming towards Fang Lang.

Fang Lang saw that Lao Fang was fine, and the breath he held in his heart suddenly slowly spit out.

Lin Yun raised his head and took a sip of wine, slapped the wine glass on the table with a "pop" sound, chewed and swallowed the chicken thigh meat slowly, and said with a smile: "Coming?" ”

"It's a rainy day, a glass of wine to warm up?"

Lin Yundao.

"Look, I had a great conversation with your father, and even let Oiran accompany him, righteous?"

Lin Yun jumped off the chair, stretched, and looked at Fang Lang with a smile.

Fang Lang's gaze moved away from Lao Fang's body and landed on the burly figure who was drinking quietly two positions away from Lao Fang.

Just by taking a look, Fang Lang's pupils shrank, and he felt that the boundless haze was coming from the sky to fill his chest!

Close your eyes, cut off your gaze, and the haze and pressure suddenly disappear.

Fang Lang was jealous in his heart, turned his head, and no longer looked at the burly figure, but at Lin Yun.

"You're here for the Lotus Sword?"

Fang Lang asked, and as he asked, he put away the oil-paper umbrella and threw it aside at will.

Then, he stretched out his hand and held the hilt of the Liansheng Sword in the sword box on his back that pointed obliquely at the sky on a rainy night.

Lin Yun walked to the edge of the pavilion step by step, and the rain was like a sliding pearl, sprinkled down the corner of the eaves, slapped on the ground, made a breaking sound, and tore the dead silence of the night.

Lin Yun looked at Fang Lang with a smile and shook his head through the bead curtain.

Raised his hand, covered his chest, and clenched slightly.

"The Liansheng Sword was given to you by Chao Xiaojian, how dare I rob it?"

"I'm only here for a personal vendetta."

Lin Yun said seriously.

"I've always thought that the rules of asking the sword are bullshit, and if there is no swordsmanship supported by cultivation, it can also be called swordsmanship?"

"I didn't use aura last time, and I didn't use my cultivation to ......"

"You pierced nine swords in my chest, and this time I will also stab you with nine swords."

"Let you know what a sword is...... Well? ”

However......

He had not finished his sentence.

In the rain curtain, Fang Lang's body shook for a while, and between the green shirts trembling, countless raindrops contaminated with it were shaken into gouache, bringing up misty mist.

The footsteps are continuous, and the stagnant water splashes up three feet!

The Spirit Void Sword stepped down and pulled out an afterimage.

Jumping up, crossing the arc, the remnants of the Dao returned to the main body, and it had already appeared in front of the pavilion!

In the box, draw your sword!

The sword light was like lightning, and it suddenly slashed out!

At this time, the young man's cold words, which did not contain the fireworks in the world, floated from the rain curtain.

"Threatening Nima, stupid."

That's it.

The boy drew his sword, and the killing machine started on a rainy night.

The pouring raindrops seemed to feel the cold murder, and shook and moved away silently.

There is no longer a drop of rain that dares to fall on the boy's body!

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