Jun Zeyu was speechless for a while. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's not that there's nothing to say, it's completely speechless!

The people and words that can make the disciples of the Twelve Stars of the Heavenly Machines and Stars willing to bow down to the wind can be seen the lethality of Jiang Manlou's sentence of 'don't forget to close the door'.

"Sometimes I want to rush up and kick him. ”

When Jun Zeyu was completely speechless, Chongyang actually opened his mouth to say something.

It simply broke everyone's hearts.

The thin and not tall Moon Phase Period hurriedly nodded in agreement.

"Take me with you by the way. Nancy Han added.

"Seeing that he is doing his best to find Li Xingyun's whereabouts, and it is not a lazy performance of cultivating and studying these days, this time I will temporarily record it for him. Jun Zeyu drank a glass of water and suddenly changed his words.

"But then again, the commotion that Changfeng has made in the academy these days is not small, and compared to it, we freshmen have been overshadowed. ”

The three of Chongyang nodded undeniably.

If you talk about the hottest topic in the Bodhi Academy since the beginning of winter, it is really the name of Baili Changfeng.

This excitement has nothing to do with his identity as a Sichuan disciple and uncle, everything comes from his rapid cultivation and achievements.

This matter also starts with the first snow in Bodhi Academy after the beginning of winter.

It is said that on the night when the first snow of the year fell at Bodhi Academy, a student of Xingzimen in the inner courtyard of the academy was returning to the Red Mansion area to rest after practicing at the Spiegel Terrace, when he turned on the lamp and found a letter on his bed.

It was no ordinary letter, and it was only when the student opened it with curiosity and caution that he realized that it was a war letter.

A battle book that invites people to compete!

Invite him to a long and short war letter!

"Tonight, there will be a battle in the bamboo forest!"

The inner courtyard student looked at the war letter and smiled disapprovingly.

He didn't take the war book to heart, and he didn't take the person who wrote the war book to heart.

Just kidding, he is a Tianjiao student of the sixteenth Spiegel Terrace in the inner courtyard of the college, how can he casually accept the challenge of Ah San and Ah Si?

He fell asleep and paid no more attention to the matter.

When he returned to his room the next night, another letter appeared in the same place on the bed.

It's still a war letter, exactly the same war letter.

"Tonight, there will be a battle in the bamboo forest. ”

The student's brow furrowed slightly.

After a moment of silence, he took the war letter, put on his cloak directly, opened the door and left.

There are many peach forests in the academy, but there is only one bamboo forest, and that is the purple bamboo forest.

He wanted to know which of the students in the academy were provoking him repeatedly.

He was the occupier of the sixteenth of the seventeen Spiegels in the inner courtyard of the Academy, and perhaps he could still ignore this letter of war, but the reputation and pride of his comrades in the Ten Sons could not allow this to happen again.

Therefore, he came to the Purple Bamboo Forest, intending to end this farce with his own hands, so that the master of the War Book could learn how to respect the old students and senior brothers of the seventeen Spiegel Terraces in the inner courtyard of the academy.

He entered the purple bamboo forest and swore an oath.

He came out of the purple bamboo forest and lost his soul.

He lost, completely and without the slightest reluctance.

Not only did he lose himself, but he also lost the reputation and pride of his ten brothers on the Sixteen Spiegels.

Go down in flames!

In the middle of the night, the snow fell on his face, and he looked up at the somewhat dim Bodhi starlight, and thought to himself, "Is the past going to start playing out again?"

Since the defeat of this old student on the sixteen mirror platforms in the inner courtyard of the academy, he has not appeared on the sixteen mirror platforms again.

His ten sons didn't take it to heart at first, after all, no one could practice frantically every day day and night without night. But when they still didn't see their comrades after three or five days in a row, they began to feel that things were not so simple.

They came to the old student together.

Then I learned that the old student was challenged and then defeated.

"Who is that?"

"A freshman. ”

"Freshman?

"Chong Hui descends!"

"His realm is not as good as yours?"

"Yes, not as good as me. But I still lost......"

"Are you convinced?"

"I have no complaints......

"It seems that he is very good at fighting, better at fighting than you. He's also a man of the line?"

"It's not!"

"Who the hell is he?"

"I don't want to say it. ”

"Can't say it, or don't you want to say it?"

"There is no difference. I'm sleepy and want to sleep. ”

According to the rules of the Spiegel Terrace in the inner courtyard of the Academy, any student on the Spiegel Terrace will lose the qualification to occupy the Spiegel Terrace to practice as long as they accept the official challenge and lose it.

And the place he occupies will be transferred to the one who defeated him.

The ten brothers of the old student did not continue to ask questions, they knew their own classmates, and no matter how much they asked about what the latter did not want to say, it would be useless.

Fortunately, they still have a way to find out who the person who sent the war letter is.

As long as they wait on the sixteen mirror platforms, except for their ten sons and brothers, as long as a stranger comes to the sixteen mirror platforms to cultivate, then that person must be the one who wrote the war letter!

That's what they think, and that's what they do.

They waited on the Spiegel for nearly ten days, but they still didn't wait for the person who replaced them with their ten sons and brothers.

Until the evening of the eleventh day, another old student in the inner courtyard of the academy encountered the same strange thing.

He saw a war letter on his bed.

There are a total of 17 mirror platforms in the inner courtyard of the college, and a total of 170 old students practice.

So it's hard to hide secrets in the inner courtyard.

Naturally, the old student had heard the news that a classmate on the sixteenth Spiegel had been replaced not long ago.

So when he saw this war letter, he didn't hesitate to go as promised.

He didn't know who his opponent was, maybe he would know when he arrived in the Purple Bamboo Forest.

He thought that he was a member of the Dharma Sect, with a strange and unpredictable body, and he was even better at controlling the power of the wind. In this cold north wind, no one in the same realm can take advantage of their own hands.

He thought so.

But he was also defeated.

Defeated at the hands of a new student who rushed to the lower realm.

There is no suspense, crisp and neat.

He didn't complain about anything, and when he knew who the freshman was, he knew it was inevitable. He also knows that this is not the end, just the beginning. Once this thing starts, it doesn't end easily.

Even though it was like this snow, it arrived a little earlier than usual.

"After so long, the time to come is still coming. ”

Things turned out as the old student had predicted, and there was no intention of stopping.

He is a veteran of the 15th Spiegel.

After him, the fourteenth, thirteenth, twelfth...... The old students who have been up to the ninth Spiegel have all experienced the same fate as him in just half a month.

(PS: There will be a big plot from the third volume, and the title has been written, so I believe you should be able to guess the first few chapters.) ）