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The wind blows through the purple bamboo forest, the bamboo shadows sway, and the light sways with it. Under Xiao Lingtong's feet, there was a shady place where the bamboo shadow was reflected, and the boring waiting made a person feel more and more bored, and he actually played with the swaying bamboo shadow.

It feels very arrogant to all the freshmen, just very arrogant.

Jiang Manlou boasted about Haikou at the beginning, saying that if he could not break through the customs within half an hour, he would lose, but now he is half an hour away, and there are only ...... left Maybe he didn't even have time to finish a sentence, but the so-called cold mountain boiling rain in the last pass of the Fazi Gate still didn't make any progress.

Jiang Manlou was very angry.

But he had nothing to say now.

Many freshmen behind him even began to lose heart, complaining in their hearts about the Haikou that Jiang Manlou boasted at the beginning, despising Xiao Lingtong's smug appearance in their hearts, and looking forward to the appearance of the six Daoist masters at this time, or the Tsing Yi Sect in the distance to stop this boring battle at a critical moment, so that the freshmen would not be frustrated with the bright future of this sacred and hopeful academy before they officially listened to the first lesson in the academy.

In any case, in the end, they can only complain in their hearts.

After all, what right does a person who has no qualifications to be challenged have to blame others for their success or failure?

Xiao Liu calculated the time, looked at the sun again, and finally his eyes fell on Luo Changfeng's body: "Since you don't die if you don't reach the heart of the Yellow River, why don't you wait for the last few breaths." ”

"Is half an hour up?" Jiang Manlou said angrily.

"It's coming. Xiao Lingtong said with a smile.

"That means it's not here yet?" Jiang Manlou said.

"In my eyes, there is no difference between arriving and not coming. Xiao Lingtong crossed his arms and smiled.

"It's no wonder that the seventeen Spiegel Terraces, you can only shoot at the end of the day. Jiang Manlou glanced at the other party.

"What do you mean?" said the old student, who was named powerful, stepped forward and pointed at Jiang Manlou.

"The meaning is obvious, what, do you want to fight again?" Liluo held the long sword in front of him, his eyes like swords.

"It's definitely going to be hit, but it's not the two of you. Xiao Lingtong stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, glanced at Luo Changfeng and said.

Everyone could hear the meaning of Xiao Lingtong's words.

He wanted to challenge Luo Changfeng.

"So your next level is going to fight me?" Luo Changfeng said to Xiao Lingtong's gaze.

"I think it's okay now. Xiao Lingtong said.

The confrontation between the old and new students in Zizhu Xuan became more and more intense, and the two sides did not want to let go.

The old students are led by Xiao Lingtong's ten sons and comrades, and in some ways represent the wishes of the seventeen brothers and sisters of the Spiegel Terrace. Its real significance is to test how many catties and taels the only freshman recruited by Chuanmen in the ninth year of the third session.

Among the new students, the ten sons of Jiang Manlou are the representatives, representing the honor and dignity of all the new students, and what they want is very simple, victory, only victory.

However, between the old and the new, between this dispute and confrontation, there are also those bystanders, who have nothing to do with themselves.

Compared with the disagreement between the two sides, the attention of these people and the Tsing Yi instructors is more focused on the last mirror image.

Therefore, the movement on the snowy cold mountain was the first to be discovered by these people.

The movement in the cold mountain surprised them in disbelief, and before they could speak, the voice of the black shadow on the snowy cold mountain suddenly overshadowed all the voices of argument in Zizhu Xuan.

"I said, 'Have you all forgotten me?'

It was Chongyang's voice.

Very confident and rich voice.

Immediately after that sound reached everyone's ears, there was a deafening tinnitus......

Countless eyes looked at the snowy cold mountain, and everyone saw that terrifying scene, the cold mountain did not boil the rain, the rain did not fall, what fell was a thunder, a thunder river.

Wan Jun's thunder slammed down on that cold mountain, and in an instant, a blizzard exploded.

The cold mountain landslide, the boulder-like slush, sliding down from the mountain and rolling into a snowball, forming a scene even more terrifying than an avalanche, as if some monster was born in the cold mountain.

Of course, it was not a regrettable monster, nor an avalanche, but a landslide.

The landslide of the landslide of the earth split.

The ten thousand thunderbolts poured down, directly shattering the entire cold mountain, directly shattering the formation that fused the five levels, and terrifying cracks appeared in the void, and then a pair of hands stretched out from a certain crack, broke it hard, tore the crack, Chongyang strode forward, just like opening the door and walking out in one step, Chongyang broke the formation.

Break out!

The earth in Zizhu Xuan trembled slightly, it was affected by the landslide rolling down the Wanjun Thunder River, in Zizhu Xuan, where Xiao Lingtong's ten sons and fellow brothers gathered, an old student who was sitting cross-legged and with a formation flag in front of him suddenly turned pale and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The entire formation was broken, and he actually suffered a lot of backlash injuries.

This sudden change, this abrupt counterattack, surprised everyone.

When they recognised the reality, the shocked expressions on the faces of those surprised freshmen turned into joyful to arrogant.

They won.

In any case, they won.

"Hahaha......" Jiang Manlou laughed.

"Breaking the title is the next, and breaking the pass is the top. A few senior brothers conceded. ”

Above Chongyang's body, there was still a trace of thunder and lightning, and the thunder and lightning were wandering on the black robe, getting weaker and weaker, and I don't know where it disappeared in the end.

Xiao Liu coughed his throat, dodged Chongyang's gloomy gaze, and arched his hand.

Xiao Lingtong's face turned slightly pale, flicked his sleeves, and turned to leave.

He simply gave way to a road, a wide avenue that led straight to the ring in the center of Zizhu Xuan.

Unobstructed line of sight, Luo Changfeng looked along this road, and saw a figure appear in the ring surrounded by Tsing Yi teachers and senior brothers and sisters in the academy.

When he looked at the figure, the figure was looking at him too.

He knew that his opponent had appeared!

"Is that him?" Jun Zeyu closed the folding fan.

"Do you know?" Luo Changfeng and Li Xingyun asked in unison.

"It's my brother......"

"It's Childe......"

Xue'er and Ling'er saw the figure in the ring and rushed over quickly.

Luo Changfeng frowned.

I definitely didn't expect that my next opponent would be Xue'er's brother.

"Rose Sword Yan Nanfei, the strength in the academy, the tenth mirror platform. Jiang Manlou was stunned, looked at Xiao Liu and said, "It's not at all that this group of guys can compare." ”