There was a dead silence in the martial arts performance field.

After Fang Lang spoke to Ni Wen, everyone came to their senses from Fang Lang's sword, and the noise sounded like big beads falling from the jade plate.

Liu Hao, Wu Duan Wu Tu, a little genius among the 300 civilian students of Luojiang Academy, was defeated in one move!

Snap instantly!

Who could have thought?

Even Fang Lang's friend Yang Zhengyi was still holding his bangs and looking confused.

Drawing the sword is the end.

Fang Lang won simply and was domineering!

After defeating Liu Hao, Fang Lang greeted Ni Wen, turned around and squeezed out of the crowd, and returned Mu Jian to go.

The wooden sword in his hand was covered with cracks and could no longer be used.

Among the students watching.

In fact, there are many genius students whose eyes are solemn.

Some students even became very alert.

"Fang Lang... have you been hiding your weakness before? Three-stage transitions to five-stage, plus this fast sword, you can't practice it in less than ten years."

"Sure enough, the Tang Dynasty's scientific research is approaching, and all the monsters and monsters have come out."

"Interesting, Fang Lang is showing off, don't pretend?"

When geniuses looked at each other, they all saw the vigilance in their eyes and the boiling meaning of comparing the superiority.

The three-year scientific examination is the end of ordinary people, but it is a carnival of geniuses. Students with strength all plan to show their own style in this scientific examination!

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

Hundreds of boats compete for the current, fighting for the wonders and beauty.

Only such a scientific examination is interesting and will not let them down for three years of hard work.

Yang Zhengyi came to his senses at this moment, with a resentment on his face. Fang Lang, who has the opposite sex but no brothers, didn't even say hello to him, just focused on his eyes and flirting with Ni Wen.

However, Yang Zhengyi became excited, and slid his bangs and chased Fang Lang's back.

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

The onlookers dispersed one after another.

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

"Wait...wait... I really have to practice with Fang Lang?"

"I'd better not practice anymore, right? My mother said...the rich children...there are no good things!"

Ni Wen lowered her head, hesitating and nervous.

However, only Fang Lang was left in her mind after slashing out a sword, looking at her in the crowd and smiling at her brightly sunny.

"Then... just practice and never talk to him."

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

...

On the edge of the martial arts field, under a row of willow branches with a gentle breeze.

There are several figures of people walking through the journey.

If Fang Lang was here, he would definitely see a familiar figure, which was Uncle Zhao who had accompanied Lao Fang to the sect and sect for a night.

At this moment, Uncle Zhao was standing respectfully beside a graceful figure. Beside the two, there was a figure with a hunched back, wearing a white shirt and flying white beard.

All three of them looked back at each other.

Uncle Zhao's face was a bit strange, and the graceful figure had a slightly frown of eyebrows and fell into deep thought.

The old figure stroked his white beard and had a smile on his face.

"That sword... is interesting. If it were a disciple from "Sword Shu", I might not be surprised, but there are such students in Luojiang Academy." The granite figure took a deep breath and murmured.

Then, she seemed to be in deep thought. After a long time, her eyes were bright, and the bottleneck that had been stuck in her heart for a long time was broken by the waterfall.

"Mr. Cui said that people in the world should not be underestimated, Linglong has received teachings."

The graceful figure bowed to the hunched figure.

"What are you doing, Jiang Nizi? This is not what I have planned on purpose. This is just an ordinary competition among students in Luojiang Academy." The old man waved his hand.

Then, the old man looked at Jiang Linglong seriously and couldn't help but be amazed.

The golden root bones are indeed monsters.

A sword viewing that coincides with the best can also make some insights.

"That young man's swordsmanship is difficult to master without ten years of hard practice day and night. It can be said that it is the top swordsman that can be reached in the realm of a swordsman. Although he is only a five-stage swordsman, this swordsmanship is enough to add a lot of points in the sword cultivation class."

Jiang Linglong's figure is graceful and graceful, and her face shows a little appreciation.

The old man called Mr. Cui also stroked his beard and did not refute Jiang Linglong's statement.

"This boy is called Fang Lang?"

"The child of Fang Beihe, the Fang Jiang family?"

"Why have you never heard of this name before?"

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

The old man appreciated the unrestrained and calm sword that cut the world with his sword.

The two continued to move forward without paying attention to Fang Lang's affairs. Although Fang Lang's sword was amazing, his own cultivation was still too low. Even if he had extra points for swordsmanship, it would be difficult for him to shine in the scientific examination. Perhaps he had the chance to be selected by the sect, but he could not choose the top sects in the Tang Dynasty, so... there was no need to pay too much attention.

If you cannot enter the top sect to practice, even if you have a stunning sword technique, the future... will be at the end at first sight.

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

Uncle Zhao, who was following Jiang Linglong, had a weird and shocked face.

Because he recognized it, that kid...is Fang Lang!

Yesterday’s three paragraphs, today’s five paragraphs!

Now, he has shown such an amazing swordsmanship again.

It is not as Lao Fang said, "Fang Lang is just an ordinary academy student."

"Zhao Wuji, why are you stunned? After asking Mr. Cui, I have to go to the 'Qianfei Pavilion' and keep up."

Suddenly, Jiang Linglong, who was walking far away, turned his head, frowned slightly, and said.

"Here."

Uncle Zhao came to his senses, sued him and followed respectfully.

...

Fang Lang returned the broken wooden sword back to the weapon rack. The old teacher who was in charge of the weapon rack raised his eyebrows, but he did not ask Fang Lang to compensate.

The teacher also saw Fang Lang's battle with Liu Hao, and he knew the amazing sword that Fang Lang showed.

"What a pity, if you change to the steel sword, that sword will be enough to cut the opponent's arm, and even the arm bones can be cut."

The old teacher who was guarding the weapon stand grabbed a dry tobacco pipe, sucked "click" and said with a smile.

Fang Lang was stunned, and then smiled brightly: "It's just a battle between classmates. Forgive others if you have to."

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

Fang Langfang had his weapons and chose a brand new wooden sword.

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

If you can forgive others, forgive others...

"Ba" inhaled the dry tobacco and spit out the turbid smoke. The old teacher grinned: "Good boy, he has a good personality."

"Cultivation is also cultivating the mind, and the mind and nature will also affect cultivation."

The old teacher knocked on the weapons rack with a dry tobacco pole and warned him.

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

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

Fighting with Liu Hao cannot trigger the passiveness of practicing cultivation, and there is no need to waste time, so you can fight quickly and draw swordsmanship. Either you win or I lose, you will be quick and neat.

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

As long as you communicate deeply with your bonded object, you will receive special rewards.

This made Fang Lang look forward to the next match with Ni Wen. This match should be considered an in-depth exchange?

The bell-keeping teacher rang the bell and the rest time ended.
To be continued...