Chapter 136   Li Yuanzhen Who Was Beaten and Cried

Chang'an.

In front of King Wu's Mansion, a luxurious carriage stopped, and two graceful figures walked out of the mansion.

Jiang Linglong and Princess Pei entered the luxurious carriage together, because Zhao Wuji, the driver, was lent to Fang Lang by Jiang Linglong, so the driver of the carriage has now been replaced by a fourth-rank martial artist.

The wheels of the carriage turned, rolling over the bluestone streets of Chang'an, rolling up the fallen dead leaves, and heading towards the imperial city along the Suzaku Gate.

After entering the imperial city and getting out of the luxurious chariot, Jiang Linglong wore a veil and walked with Princess Pei by the arm in the secluded deep palace.

After a while, when they arrived at a palace, Princess Pei patted Jiang Linglong's hand, and said with a smile: "Ling'er, go, mother, go to the imperial concubine and the others, and learn swordsmanship from your aunt. Four seasons swordsmanship is yours!" Haven't grasped the essence yet, Xiao Fang is getting stronger and stronger now, if you don't work harder, you will be left behind."

Princess Pei saw through Jiang Linglong's thoughts at a glance. This girl entered the palace with her today, not to visit the noble concubines in the deep palace like her, but to learn swords.

Jiang Linglong's Four Seasons swordsmanship was not taught by King Jiang Wu, but from the one in the palace.

Jiang Linglong's star-like pupils turned into crescent moons, and then, she bid farewell to Princess Pei, and walked towards the side hall of the palace.

Soon, a courtyard was seen in the palace.

Outside the courtyard, there were no eunuchs, nor any guards, but invisibly, there was a terrifying aura spreading.

Jiang Linglong stood quietly outside the courtyard.

"Auntie, Ling'er, please see me." Jiang Linglong called softly.

Then, a force surged like a breeze, and the gate of the courtyard opened naturally.

"come in."

Jiang Linglong stepped into the yard step by step.

In the courtyard, there is a wonderful cave, there is actually a small lake, the water in the lake is green and shimmering slightly, in a corner of the lake, there are lotus and lotus leaves, and there are green lotus root looming in it.

Over the lake, there are all kinds of exotic birds flying high, even in winter, it gives people a feeling of refreshing summer.

There is a bamboo house by the lake. Outside the bamboo house, there are two people sitting opposite each other. There is a teapot burning hot water in front of them, and the fragrance of tea is spreading.

One of them was the person who taught Jiang Linglong the Four Seasons Sword Art, Jiang Linglong's aunt, sister of Princess Pei, Concubine Pei, Pei Ruonan.

This woman also inherited the appearance of the Pei family. She is extremely beautiful and has a plump figure. Sitting in front of the bamboo house, she looks like she has stepped out of a painting.

Jiang Linglong couldn't help being taken aback when she saw Pei Ruonan, because a thin figure was sitting opposite Pei Ruonan.

There was a constant coughing sound, and he covered his mouth with a cloth towel from time to time.

Jiang Linglong couldn't help bowing: "Linglong has seen the fifth princess."

The fifth princess looked pale, and smiled falsely: "Ling'er, you don't need to be too polite."

Pei Ruonan looked at Jiang Linglong, and said with a smile: "Ling'er, your mother has already informed me of the purpose of your trip, Jianshu Sect is indeed good, but if Xuanyuan Taihua is still there, Maybe I can teach you something, but now only Chao Xiaojian is stunned, he doesn't understand your sword."

"Fang Lang, the champion of the new department, my aunt has also heard about it. The talent is evil, and in a short period of time, he has surpassed you in terms of cultivation. If you don't want to be distanced, then you have to work hard."

"I heard that Fang Lang's son went to Dao Daozong to draw his swords. If this son can really pull out the few swords left by Xuanyuan Taihua, his cultivation level may be improved inconceivably. You girl, you have to work harder. "

"For the next few days, you will practice in my bamboo forest, and see if you can comprehend the sword intent of the Four Seasons Sword Art."

Jiang Linglong bowed and bowed: "Ling'er, thank you, Auntie."

...

...

Daozong.

Outside the Mausoleum of the Great Dao, there are thousands of ladders.

Fang Lang used the double repair card, and Ni Wen's phantom was condensed beside him. The appearance was almost real, and he had Ni Wen's understanding of the formation. Moreover, after breaking the magic formation this time, his understanding of the formation was also very good. It will be fed back to Fang Lang.

This is the power of the double repair card!

The two of them broke the formation, and the speed of climbing the stairs suddenly increased a lot!

Ni Wen's understanding of the art formation is not weak, and she is a professional art repairer, with its help, Fang Lang has a lot of confidence.

Sure enough, on the thousand-step ladder, Fang Lang's climbing speed accelerated.

Gradually, the Daoist sect disciples who had maintained the same speed of solving the problem as him were surpassed by him one after another.

Fang Lang is closing the distance with Li Yuanzhen!

On the stone ladder, Li Yuanzhen finished solving a spell problem, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, turned his head, and saw Fang Lang who was chasing up, his eyes shrank suddenly, and his scalp became numb!

Impossible, how could it be so fast? !

The climbing of the thousand-step ladder should be slower as you go to the back, so why did Fang Lang catch up!

Li Yuanzhen felt a chill spread from the bottom of his feet, and Fang Lang almost became a shadow hanging over his heart. He was defeated magnificently in the scientific examination, and then in the resource war, he planned to avenge his shame, but still, Was instantly crushed!

The two failures were like two heavy hammers, hitting his heart hard, causing him to spray blood, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe. He even began to doubt his talent.

But this time, the grand mausoleum opened with a thousand-step cloud ladder.

Although Li Yuanzhen felt that he had no hope of being in the top ten and entering the Dao Mausoleum for enlightenment, he felt that Fang Lang should not be able to do it either.

After all, Fang Lang is not a professional practitioner of martial arts, he is only involved in the profession of martial arts, Li Yuanzhen is the professional in the way of martial arts!

Therefore, Li Yuanzhen felt that he could suppress Fang Lang, at least, he could not lose!

However, feeling Fang Lang who was getting closer and closer behind him, Li Yuanzhen's calm heart began to tremble uncontrollably.

It's as if a tiger is quietly approaching you step by step from behind, and the moment it approaches you, it will open its bloody mouth and swallow it in one bite!

Li Yuanzhen's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he forced himself to calm down.

He continued to break through and climb on the thousand-step cloud ladder.

However, because his mind was a little confused, Li Yuan really broke the formation a little slower.

When Li Yuanzhen reached the 180th ladder, Fang Lang approached the 120th ladder.

When Li Yuanzhen reached the 200th ladder, Fang Lang approached the 160th ladder.

When Li Yuanzhen reached the 210th ladder, Fang Lang approached the 190th ladder.

Like a ghost, approaching silently!

The sweat on Li Yuanzhen's forehead grew more and more, as if a large shadow enveloped his mind, making him endless despair, that continuous failure, the fear buried in the bottom of his heart, at this moment, it quietly came out like a poisonous snake , roaring at him!

Li Yuanzhen panted heavily, and he forced himself into the state of breaking the formation.

When he broke through a magic circle again and stepped down the stone ladder, a gust of breeze blew slowly, and a white dress appeared by his side at some unknown time.

Li Yuanzhen turned his head, startled by the sudden appearance.

Like an evil ghost in a nightmare, approaching you step by step from behind, and the moment it walks with you, it reveals its ferocious fangs!

Li Yuanzhen felt that his heart... seemed to be broken!

"You are a devil...you are a devil!"

Li Yuanzhen covered his head and burst into tears, tears streaming down his face.

I can't fight, I can't win in group battles, and now even my best skill array has been overtaken...

What can I do!

Li Yuanzhen cried, knelt between the ladders, and wailed loudly, like a child who was robbed of candies when he was a child, and was beaten and covered in mud, crying sadly, crying sadly.

Fang Lang looked at Li Yuanzhen who was kneeling and crying in astonishment.

The warm smile on his face froze.

What are you doing.

I don't laugh, okay?

He has such a contagious and warm smile, why are you crying!

Fang Lang rubbed his face, looked around, and faced many strange eyes, he spread his hands awkwardly.

Afterwards, Fang Lang continued to walk, broke through the formation and climbed the ladder, surpassing Li Yuanzhen.

...

...

At the foot of the mountain, in front of the gate of the archway, there was a gentle breeze, and there was a dead silence.

Everyone stared blankly at Li Yuanzhen who was squatting on the ground and crying on the mountain road, and Fang Lang who surpassed Li Yuanzhen and squeezed into the top 50. For a while, his complexion changed inexplicably.

Zhao Zhenshi's face was dark, and the elders of Dao Dao Sect were even more solemn.

"Li Yuanzhen...the son of Li Pu, the right minister, he is talented and possesses an excellent foundation. It's just this kind of mentality...it's not good, it's a pity."

Zhao Zhenshi shook his head.

From Li Yuanzhen's appearance, it can be seen that this magical genius was afraid that he would break down and cry after being hit by Fang Lang.

This performance is really disappointing!

Originally, I hoped that Li Yuanzhen would be able to squeeze into the top ten, and if he walked into the Dao Mausoleum, he might be able to obtain a considerable inheritance, but it turned out...

Sighs came from the elders of the Dao Sect around. It was obvious that Li Yuanzhen's performance disappointed them.

And the other side.

The old man Huang Zhihe, who was supported by Ni Wen, laughed, his face was full of wrinkles.

"The boy of Li Pu's family, I'm afraid he was broken by the blow. It's really miserable."

"However, the way of cultivation is like this. Don't think that cultivation is a romantic thing. The way of cultivation has always been to step on the bones of endless geniuses to reach the top of the mountain!"

"Like back then, Xuanyuan Taihua walked alone and was so magnificent that many geniuses of that era were crushed by her. However, a real genius has extremely strong resilience. Even if he loses, he will never give up and will fight to catch up. , even if I can only catch a faint glimpse of the back, I will not give up."

"That's genius."

"If it breaks down after being hit, it's not a genius, it's just a mediocrity with a little talent."

Huang Zhihe said.

"The world of practice belongs to geniuses, and mediocrity... can't go far."

Huang Zhihe looked at Ni Wen with emotion in his deep eyes.

"Girl, you should also feel that you are gradually being pulled away by Fang Lang, right? However, what I admire about you is that you never give up, no matter how hard you are hit, you are still chasing silently."

"It's very similar to the old man back then."

"Girl, are you studying the way of swordsmanship? The old man has also studied this way. You will follow the old man to practice next, and the old man will try his best to help you catch up with Fang Lang."

When Ni Wen heard this, an unbelievable joy appeared on her face.

Huang Zhihe stroked his beard, his face was wrinkled like the roots of coptis, and said with a smile: "Chao Xiaojian is a reckless man, he knows the way of swordsmanship."

"Thank you, Senior Huang." Ni Wen hurriedly bowed and thanked.

Zao Wou-ki at the side couldn't help covering his face with his hands, coughing uncontrollably.

"Cough cough... still calling senior... cough cough..."

When Ni Wen heard this, she couldn't help being startled, and the next moment, she saluted Huang Zhihe.

"Ni Wen, I have met Master."

This girl is brilliant!

Zhao Wou-ki immediately burst into laughter.

Huang Zhihe also laughed out loud.

In the distance, Zhao Zhenshi had a cold face: "Why are you happy, Fang Lang's son has just squeezed into the top 50 now."

"If you want to climb the Dao Mausoleum to draw the lotus and return the sword, this level is far from enough."

"Not in the top ten, he doesn't even have the qualifications to draw a sword."

Huang Zhihe glanced at Zhenshi Zhao: "Xiao Zhao, Fang Lang is a real person, take your time."

"Hmph! There are a thousand steps in the cloud ladder. The first five hundred steps test the method of breaking the formation, and the last five hundred steps are the test of attacking the spiritual formation. The last five hundred steps are more difficult, and the distance will be gradually opened."

An elder of the Daoist sect swung his sleeves and snorted coldly.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, silent and speechless, everyone looked up, staring at the many blue clothes and a touch of white clothes that were constantly climbing on the thousand steps of the ladder.

...

...

Five hundred steps is a hurdle.

The first five hundred steps test the way to break the formation, but the last five hundred steps are completely different.

Fang Lang set foot on the 500th step, and the figure of Ni Wen, condensed by the double repair card beside him, had already shattered and dissipated.

Afterwards, a majestic idea and knowledge about the way of the art formation flooded into his mind. This is the power of the card of double cultivation. inadequacies.

When Fang Lang stepped onto the 500th step, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

The engraving of the magic circle carved on the moss-covered stone ladder seems to have revived at this moment, forming a complete magic circle. A wave of spiritual thoughts seems to make the surrounding environment into a thousand needles and thousands of leaves waterfall. ocean!

Fang Lang stood on the stone ladder, and the wind picked up, and the sleeves of his white clothes fluttered in the wind.

These activated magic circles exude a terrifying offensive, as if to cause terrible damage to Fang Lang's body and spirit!

This is the difficulty of the last 500 steps, gradually increasing difficulty!

Each of the magic circles is no longer for the climber to find mistakes and omissions, but to activate and transform into a spiritual attack, affecting the surrounding environment, affecting the nature, and launching an attack on the climber that is close to the soul!

Fang Lang stopped and stopped at the fifth hundredth ladder.

In front of Fang Lang's eyes, a wind knife formed by a sharp spiritual thought slashed at his head.

Fang Lang's scalp tightened slightly, but the next moment, his eyes lit up.

fight? !

The first five hundred ladders are all gaps in the way of testing the array, and Fang Lang is not good at it.

However, the last five hundred steps are actually a test fight!

Fang Lang is good at this!

Fang Lang's spiritual thoughts were absorbed by the blood arrow that smashed the iron law, and it contained the tenacity and attacking majesty of the iron law!

Overtaking, perhaps... starts from the 500th step!

boom!

Between the sky and the earth, a hurricane blew, turning into a knife and cutting off Fang Lang's head.

The divine tears gathered by the spiritual thought in Fang Lang's sea of ​​consciousness trembled, and then Fang Lang slowly raised his hand, as if holding a bow in his hand.

The bow gathered by the mind!

Bend your fingers and draw your bow!

The arrows transformed by spiritual thoughts shot out!

The arrow rotates at high speed, like a roaring bloody angry dragon!

Boom!

The wind knife exploded, and in front of Fang Lang, a magic formation representing the fifth hundredth ladder emerged, with a "bang", it was shattered like a mirror, fragmented!

Fang Lang hunted in white, bowed his bow and stepped into the next step.

...

...

After five hundred stairs, there were only a handful of Daoist disciples who could continue to climb.

An Fan walked on the eight hundred and ninety-ninth ladder, with his hands behind his back, and his azure blue Taoist robe fluttered in the air, looking a bit chic.

Although he was defeated by Fang Lang in the group battle, it still had little impact and influence on him. After all, he was like a demon king, and Fang Lang and other disciples of Jianshu Sect were just warriors who partnered to defeat the demon king.

Even if he loses, he will lose with a superior attitude!

The magic array condensed and formed, and there seemed to be a hurricane sweeping in front of him. An Fan's spiritual thoughts surged, and the magic array formed immediately, turning into a wall in front of his eyes. Facing the raging hurricane, the wall was shattered, but An Fan was still blocked.

Nine hundredth ladder!

The corners of An Fan's mouth twitched slightly.

So……

Where is Fang Lang now?

Have you reached the 500th step?

Standing on the Nine Hundred Stairs, An Fan turned his head and looked down at the stone stairs among the clouds at the bottom of the mountain.

With a smile on his face, he looked at Fang Lang standing on the five hundred stairs with his eyes closed.

"Oh...it's five hundred ladders. It's worthy of being the champion of this year's new division. Even in the field that I'm not good at, I can still perform very well."

"But... that's all."

At this moment, they have only reached the 500th ladder, and it is basically hopeless to catch up to the top ten.

Because, the difficulty of breaking the formation of the last five hundred ladders will rise in a straight line, which will consume a lot of spiritual thoughts, and if the strength is not enough, it will be crushed by the magic formation to collapse!

suddenly.

An Fan saw Fang Lang move.

Then, the smile on his face began to disappear bit by bit.

Because, when he saw Fang Lang bending his bow between the ladders, he broke through the magic formation of five hundred and two ladders with almost one breath.

Fang Lang's movements are getting faster and faster, from the original climbing the ladder on foot, to later, hunting in white clothes, running between the ladders!

Run and shoot arrows!

One arrow smashes for a while, one arrow crosses a ladder!

The momentum is like a broken bamboo, like a white flood that is soaring upwards!