Chapter 86 Old Jiang, Chang'an, Here I Come [Third Update! Please Subscribe! 】
Heavy rain, muddy.
There was silence.
Only the boy's voice remained, lingering in everyone's heart.
Everyone was stunned, surprised, unbelievable...
These emotions, like a bit of thick ink, dripped into the blue and white porcelain bowl filled with clear water, instantly blurring and spreading.
This iron law...is it so comfortable?
Is this speaking human language? !
After being shot by the iron law, how could nothing happen? !
Not only is it all right, but my complexion is also rosier!
Everyone obviously watched helplessly as the arrow that seemed to tear the world in half shot into Fang Lang's sea of consciousness.
With the strength of Fang Lang's mere second-rank sword repairman, his soul would die in an instant, and those who died could not die again.
However, at this moment, Fang Lang was smiling happily in the rain.
The sunshine of Fang Lang's smile.
However, the third prince Li Liancheng didn't feel the warmth of the sun at all, instead... he just felt cold all over his body!
Iron Law...couldn't kill the boy in front of him? !
Impossible, shouldn't be!
The iron law that hangs above everyone's heads, even the ninth rank, dare not overstep or violate it.
But why couldn't he kill a little Fang Lang?
Nan Yehuo leaned on the sword with one arm, and his eyebrows couldn't be straightened...
None of this is dead? !
Sure enough, his intuition was right!
To kill this son, to kill such monsters, is to do it as soon as possible!
Chao Xiaojian floated down, and the green steel sword that had collided with the iron law red arrow countless times was covered with fine cracks, as if it would be torn apart at any time.
But Chao Xiaojian didn't care at all. What he was even more curious about was how Fang Lang endured the iron law and survived!
The judgment of the iron law is an unbearable burden for life!
Both rank eight and rank nine can kill!
Fang Lang couldn't kill him? !
Weird!
Chao Xiaojian looked at Fang Lang curiously, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became. Is the young man who loves swords really blessed by heaven?
In the distance, Wen Ting stood in the rain, staring blankly.
Let the rain wash over his body, blurring his vision.
The iron law that he was terrified of in the past turned out to be...not invincible.
Wen Ting's slack eyes gradually fluctuated a little, Fang Lang endured the iron law and survived, as if casting a ray of sunshine in his desperate and dark heart!
Let the darkness melt and evaporate bit by bit!
Since Iron Law is not invincible, the fear in his heart is no longer as strong as before.
Perhaps, one day, he will also have the courage to swing his sword at Iron Law...!
When the shadow in his heart dissipated, Wen Ting began to think about why Fang Lang was not afraid of the iron law.
Fang Lang's actions once again impacted his worldview of practice.
This guy... seems to exude an aura of miracles all the time!
If it was a normal monk, he would definitely not be able to withstand the trial of the iron law.
Why Fang Lang?
Because he is abnormal?
Wen Ting's eyes suddenly lit up, he understood.
"Purple root bone!"
"Could it be because of the mutated Zipin root bone?!"
What a mutant bone!
Horror so far!
In the world, it is not that there are no mutated roots, but there are very few purple-pin mutated roots, and there was only one thousands of years ago...
Such a hard-to-get purple-pin root bone naturally has something strange!
Fang Lang himself couldn't help but startled when Wen Ting called out Zipin Gengu.
However, he also couldn't think of an explanation for the [Instant Staff], so this explanation is the best explanation.
He had no choice but to raise his hand, following Wei Sheng's example, and rubbed the back of his head with a silly smile.
As long as I don't answer, you can all guess it!
Chao Xiaojian's eyes lit up, yes, Zipin Gengu!
Li Liancheng, who was standing on the carriage, and the sword master Nan Yehuo, who had lost his arm, were also stunned. Then their eyes flickered, and a look of amazement appeared on their faces.
It turned out to be the root bone of Zipin!
Li Liancheng's eyes became colder and colder, and he looked deeply at Fang Lang.
What Nan Yehuo said is correct...to kill this son, you must do it as soon as possible!
If it grows up, with the help of the Jiang family, it will be even more difficult to deal with!
Thinking of this, Li Liancheng felt a little regretful.
It's a pity that Chao Xiaojian is protecting Fanglang at the moment, so it's basically impossible to kill Fanglang!
He was stabbed three times by Fang Lang, these three times... Bai was stabbed!
He couldn't spread the word, and couldn't let Dali Temple directly arrest Fang Lang, after all...he made a mistake first.
Moreover, being stabbed three times by Fang Lang is not a glorious thing, how can it be publicized?
Therefore, those three swords were like three slaps on his face!
"very good."
The third prince Li Liancheng stared at Fang Lang.
After a long time, his eyes moved sideways and landed on Chao Xiaojian.
"What a Sword Shu Sect."
The third prince took out a spell formation talisman from the interspatial ring and crushed it violently.
This is a teleportation array talisman that can only be drawn by masters of the seventh rank or above.
The spatial fluctuations spread and suddenly enveloped him.
The figure of the third prince was swallowed up by the space like a shaking blanket, and disappeared in an instant.
It was still raining.
Nan Yehuo gritted his teeth, picked up the severed arm, and in an instant held the flaming dagger and fled far away.
Chao Xiaojian really wanted to catch up and stab this guy a few times, but after thinking about it, forget it, Fang Lang needs protection now.
The autumn rain between heaven and earth resumed its patter.
The mountains are full of muddy smell.
Chao Xiaojian walked to Fang Lang's side, with white hair and white eyebrows, and his chest was exposed, which was a bit bohemian.
"You don't have to worry, Li Liancheng was stabbed in the belly by your second-rank, he won't spread it around, there is a high probability that the monk sent by the eldest prince I killed will become the bearer of Iron Law." Xiaojian said lightly.
"Just now...was it the breath of the senior sister in charge?"
"Tell me about it in detail."
Fang Lang didn't hide it, Chao Xiaojian came here to help him, and he shouldn't hide it due to emotion or reason.
When Fang Lang finished speaking, a little excitement appeared on Chao Xiaojian's face, he closed his eyes, and let out a foul breath.
"Is it a ray of spirituality hidden in the Liansheng sword?"
"A ray of spirituality can still exert such combat power. It seems that the senior sister in charge is not dead. This is at least good news."
A rare hint of joy appeared on Chao Xiaojian's face.
Fang Lang, who was able to activate the spirit of the senior sister in charge, became more and more appreciative, and it was pleasing to the eye no matter how you looked at it.
In the dense forest in the distance, Liu Bubai and Ni Wen walked over cautiously.
The battle that happened here just now made them completely out of breath, and they didn't even dare to stand up.
Wen Ting glanced at the two of them, and sighed: "This place can't stay anymore, let's go directly to Chang'an City."
He looked at Fang Lang again: "You have completely offended the third prince this time. With the third prince's arrogant and domineering character, he will definitely not let you go easily."
"Next, it is safest for you to stay in Chang'an. The imperial examination is coming soon, and he dare not touch you in the city."
"But the imperial examination is over, if you haven't been admitted to the champion, the situation may be worse than before."
Wen Ting took a deep breath and said.
However, it is not easy to become the number one scholar.
What's more, it's this year's scientific examination where evildoers gather!
Jiang Linglong, Li Yuanzhen, Wei Sheng, Ximen Xianxian...all of them were geniuses who had the appearance of champions in the past!
That's right, if Fang Lang wants to win the first prize, he has to beat Jiang Linglong.
"Forget it, enter Chang'an, I will give you a good plan and make a detailed palace examination plan..."
Wen Ting said.
Afterwards, the few people did not continue to stay in the precarious Qiuling Yaoque hunting ground, and left with their swords, tearing apart the misty rain between heaven and earth, and headed towards Chang'an City at high speed.
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It's raining in Chang'an.
It has been pattering for a long time.
The suspended golden iron law began to gradually diminish its brilliance and fell silent.
The atmosphere that depresses the entire Chang'an City gradually dissipates.
The sound of the wind and the rain recovered, and the world returned to being noisy again.
In front of the tavern.
Lu Taixuan and Cui Cheng looked at each other, and they both saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.
The two walked with their backs facing each other in silence, and dispersed to both ends of the alley.
One person went to the palace, and the other went to Prince Wu's Mansion.
The water in the alley accumulated more and more, and became more and more turbid.
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The glazed tiles are dripping with rainwater, falling down, as if they have turned into curtains and spread continuously.
A burst of spatial fluctuations spread.
Countless rainwater automatically gathered in the air to form a spell formation, and then exploded like a torrential rain.
The third prince's figure emerged from it, staggering for a while, then clutching his abdomen to stabilize himself.
Li Liancheng's complexion was pale, and there was still a little panic in his eyes.
It's not just the shock of Xuanyuan Taihua's spiritual thoughts.
It was Fang Lang's heart palpitations that pierced the sword in his belly.
That kind of tingling was particularly deep in his memory.
It may even form a nightmare, waking him up in the lonely night!
Suddenly.
Li Liancheng raised his head and looked into the distance.
There, a middle-aged man in a plain white gown, holding an oil-paper umbrella, with one hand behind his back, stood in the rain, watching him quietly.
Li Liancheng held his stomach and looked at him.
The raindrops intertwined in the eyes of the two seemed to be frozen.
"Brother Emperor."
Li Liancheng clenched his palms.
The man in the plain white gown just looked at it lightly, his eyes were extremely deep, like a vast starry sky, Li Liancheng subconsciously moved his eyes away, not daring to look directly at him.
His elder brother's thoughts are too deep, he is afraid that if he looks at each other for a while, everything will be figured out.
The eldest prince looked at Li Liancheng calmly for a long time, then shook his head, turned around and disappeared into the rainy palace with an oiled paper umbrella.
There were not too many words, but that look alone made Li Liancheng's mind explode.
No verbal sarcasm, no sneering.
But it was just a look, but it seemed to say, Li Liancheng is such a waste, that an ordinary person let the royal family's blood be spilled, and the royal family's face was humiliated.
A look, brought endless spiritual contempt to Li Liancheng.
A heart-wrenching glance.
On this day, Li Liancheng felt extremely miserable.
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In front of Chang'an City, the night is getting darker.
It rained late at night, hazy the whole world.
Holding the oil-paper umbrella, Jiang Linglong stared blankly at the iron law that was gradually disappearing into silence, her heart was trembling inexplicably, with palpitations and fear inexplicably.
The red arrow condensed from the iron law seemed to carry the determination to kill everything.
It was as if gods and gods were going to be shot!
Who is the iron law red arrow heading for?
Who do you want to kill? !
That direction is Qiuling Yaoque, and Fang Lang is there. With that palpitation deep in her heart, she has an unreasonable intuition that the iron law arrow is heading towards Fang Lang!
Opposite him, Wei Sheng also touched his head and took a deep breath. Why did he inexplicably have an intuition that Tie Lu Hong Arrow would shoot and kill Fang Lang, a second-rank sword repairman?
Can Fang Lang hurt the third prince? !
Jiang Linglong wanted to get back into the carriage, and asked Zhao Wuji to rush to Qiuling Yaoque.
However, a figure wearing a bamboo hat suddenly appeared above the carriage, the leather scabbard was gently lowered, and knocked on the roof of the carriage, shaking off a lot of accumulated water.
"Girl, there's no need to go, they should be back."
The figure raised his head, revealing a face more handsome than that of a woman, and said calmly.
This is Jiang Linglong's brother-in-law, the Minister of Dali Temple, Pei Liao.
Jiang Linglong was startled, and did not get into the carriage again.
Instead, he held an oiled paper umbrella, stood on it, his long eyelashes fluttered, and looked into the distance.
but see...
Outside Chang'an City, the endless misty rain was torn apart!
A luxurious flying sword shreds the autumn rain falling from the sky, whistling like in a splashed ink landscape.
On the flying sword, Fang Lang sat cross-legged at the front, with a sword case on his knees, in which Hei Yao and Lian Sheng were hidden.
He raised his head and looked at the ancient city that gradually became clear in front of his eyes.
His gaze froze.
It landed on the official road slapped by the pouring rain in front of the ancient city.
He saw Lao Jiang who was standing on the carriage, wearing a veil and skirt flying in the autumn wind and rain, blinking his eyes like stars!
A warm and bright smile could not help but bloom on his face.
Old Jiang, Chang'an, here I come!
In the carriage.
Jiang Linglong looked at Fang Lang who was smiling brightly, his eyes were bent into crescent moons, and he couldn't help relaxing his heart that had been raised all the time.
It's fine.
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On the official road, Wei Sheng, who was leaning on a black knife, shook his head.
Is Fang Lang smiling at me?
What's with this inexplicable and damn familiar feeling?
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