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Jun Zeyu couldn't speak for a moment.

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

The words that can make the disciples of Tianji Star in Jingtian are willing to bow to the disadvantages, which shows the lethality of Jiang Manlou's words, "Don't forget to close the door."

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

When Jun Zeyu was completely speechless, Chongyang actually spoke.

It simply reveals everyone's voice.

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

"Bring me with you by the way," Nancy Han added.

"Seeing that he is so dedicated to finding the whereabouts of Li Xingyun and the others, and not lazy to practice and study these days, I will keep it in his account for this time." Jun Zeyu drank a glass of water and suddenly changed the subject.

"But then again, the news that Changfeng has made in the academy these days is quite shaking. Compared with this, we freshmen have already been overshadowed."

The three of them nodded undeniably on Chongyang.

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

This excitement has nothing to do with the identity of the uncle of the disciple of Chuan, and it all comes from his rapid cultivation and achievements.

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

It is said that on the night when Bodhi Academy fell from its first snow this year, a student from the inner courtyard of the academy returned to the Red Building District to rest after practicing on the Mingjingtai. After lighting up the room lights, he found a letter on his bed.

It was not an ordinary letter. After the student opened the letter with curiosity and caution, he realized that it was a letter of war.

A letter of war for inviting people to compete!

Invite him a long and short letter of war!

"At midnight tonight, a battle in the bamboo forest!"

The student in the inner school smiled disapprovingly after looking at Feng Zhanshu.

He didn't take the Zhan Shu to heart, and he didn't take the person who wrote the Zhan Shu to heart.

Just kidding, he is a genius student at the 16th bright mirror platform of the inner courtyard of the academy. How could he accept the challenge of A San and A Si casually?

He fell asleep and ignored the matter.

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

It is still a letter of war, the same letter of war.

"At midnight tonight, the bamboo forest will fight."

The student's brows frowned slightly.

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

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

He wanted to know which student in the academy was provoking him repeatedly.

He was the occupying of the 16th mirror platform of the 17th mirror platform of Taichung, the inner courtyard of the academy. Perhaps he could still ignore this letter of war, but the reputation and pride of the comrades of the Ten-Secrets could not allow this to happen again.

So he came to Zizhulin and planned to end the farce with his own hands so that the master of the teaching book could learn how to respect the senior brothers of the seventeen bright mirror platforms in the inner courtyard of the academy.

He entered the purple bamboo forest and swore with confidence.

He left the purple bamboo forest and was in a state of dismay.

He lost, lost completely, and lost without any reluctance.

Not only did he lose himself, he also lost the reputation and pride of his brothers of the ten comrades on the sixteen stages of the Sharp Sharp.

A complete defeat!

Late at night, snow fell on his face. He looked up at the somewhat dim Bodhi starlight, thinking: "Is the past going to start to re-start?"

Since the old man on the sixteen bright mirror stages in the inner courtyard of the academy, he has never appeared on the sixteen bright mirror stages again.

His ten-school comrades didn't take it seriously at first. After all, no one could practice crazily day and night. But when they still didn't see their brothers after three or five days, they began to feel that things didn't seem to be that way.

It's simple.

They came to find the old student together.

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

"Who is that?"

"A freshman."

"Freshman? What kind of cultivation is it?"

"Crush to the lower state of wisdom!"

"His level 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 good at fighting, better at fighting than you. He is also a member of Xingzi Sect?"

"no!"

"No? Who is he?"

"I don't want to say it."

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

"Nothing makes any difference. I'm sleepy and want to sleep."

The rules of the Mingjing Platform in the Academy are that any student on the Mingjing Platform will lose the qualification to practice after accepting a formal challenge.

And the quota he occupied will be transferred to the hands of those who defeated him.

The old man’s ten-son brothers did not continue to ask questions. They knew that they were his classmates, and no matter how much they asked what the latter didn’t want to say, it would be useless.

Fortunately, they also have a way to know who the person who wrote the war book was.

As long as they wait on the sixteen bright mirror stages, except for their ten-son brothers, as long as there are strangers coming to the sixteen bright mirror stages to practice, then that person must be the one who gave the letter of war!

They thought about it, but they did it.

They waited on the Mingjing platform for nearly ten days, but still did not wait for the person who replaced their ten-son brothers.

Until the evening of the 11th, another old student in the courtyard of the academy encountered the same strange thing.

He saw a letter of war on his bed.

There are a total of seventeen bright mirror platforms in the inner courtyard of the academy, and a total of one hundred and seventy old students practice.

Therefore, it is difficult to hide secrets in the inner courtyard.

This old student naturally heard that a classmate on the 16th mirror stage was replaced not long ago.

So when he saw this letter of war, he left without any hesitation.

He didn't know who his opponent was, maybe he would know it when he arrived at the Zizhu Forest.

He thought that he was a member of the Fazi Sect, possessing strange and unpredictable body techniques, and being better at controlling the wind power. In this cold north wind, no one in the same realm could gain an advantage in his hands.

He thought so.

But he also lost.

He was defeated by a newborn who rushed to the lower state of wisdom.

There is no suspense, it is simply and neat.

He didn't complain. When he knew who the new student was, he knew that this was an inevitable phenomenon. He also knew that this was not the end, it was just a beginning. Once this matter began, it would not end easily.

Even like this snow, its arrival was a little earlier than in previous years.

"I've been so comfortable for so long, and what should be come is still here."

The development of things was really as the old man expected, without any intention of stopping.

He is the old student of the fifteenth mirror platform.

After him, the old students from the fourteenth, the thirteenth, and the ninth mirror platform experienced the same fate as him in just half a month.

(PS: There will be a big plot starting from the third volume, and the title has been written. I believe everyone can guess the first few chapters.)