Juntian map

It was noon, and the sun turned into straight light through the bamboo forest, shining on the ground.

The wind blew through the purple bamboo forest, and the bamboo shadows swayed, and the light swung. At Xiao Lingtong's feet, there was a shade of bamboo shadows reflecting. The boring waiting made a person feel more bored, and he actually played with the swaying bamboo shadows.

Get up.

It gives all freshmen a feeling very arrogant, but it is very arrogant.

Jiang Manlou boasted about Haikou at the beginning, saying that if he could not break the threshold within half an hour, he would lose. Now half an hour is left... Maybe there is no time for him to finish a word,

However, the so-called Hanshan Boiling Rain in the last level of the Dharma Sect still did not make any progress.

Jiang Manlou was very angry.

But he has nothing to say now.

Many new students behind him even began to be discouraged, complaining about the Haikou that Jiang Manlou had praised at the beginning, and despised Xiao Lingtong's complacent appearance. He was looking forward to the six-door master appearing at this time, or the Qingyi teaching in the distance.

Being able to end this boring fight at a critical moment will not let the freshmen feel frustrated with this sacred and hopeful bright future of the academy before they formally listen to the first lesson in the academy.

No matter what, in the end they could only complain in their hearts.

After all, what qualifications do a person who has no connection to the challenged qualifications to blame others for success or failure?

Xiao Liu calculated the time, looked at the sun again, and finally his eyes fell on Luo Changfeng: "Since you are not dead until the Yellow River, why not wait for these last few breaths?"

"Have you arrived half an hour?" Jiang Manlou said angrily.

"It's almost done." Xiao Lingtong smiled.

"That means that it hasn't arrived yet?" Jiang Manlou said.

"In my eyes, the ending is no different if it is not the same as before." Xiao Lingtong smiled with his arms in his arms.

"No wonder you can only take pictures of the seventeen mirrored platforms." Jiang Manlou glanced at the other party.

"What do you mean?" The old man named Weiwei walked up and pointed at Jiang Manlou and said.

"The meaning is very obvious. Why, do you want to fight another battle?" Li Luo held the long sword and blocked the fierce face, his eyes like a sword.

"I will definitely fight, but it's not you two." Xiao Lingtong reached out and patted his powerful shoulders, looked 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 in the sight of Xiao Lingtong.

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

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

The old student, led by Xiao Lingtong's ten-son comrades, represents the wishes of the seniors of the 17th class of Mingjingtai in some ways. The real meaning is to test how many kilograms the only freshman recruited by Sichuan in the third year of the ninth year.

A few taels.

Among the newborns, the ten-son comrades formed by Jiang Manlou represent the honor and dignity of all newborns. What they want is very simple, victory is only victory.

However, between the old student and the new student, between this dispute and confrontation, there are also those bystanders who are not concerned about their own affairs.

Compared to the unwillingness of both sides, these people and the Qingyi teachers focused more on the last mirror.

Therefore, the movements on the snowy cold mountain were first discovered by these people.

The movements in Hanshan surprised them unbelievably. Before they could make a sound, the sound of the black shadow on the snowy cold mountain suddenly overshadowed all the controversial sounds in Zizhuxuan.

"I said, have you all forgotten me?"

That was the sound of Double Ninth Festival.

Very confident and strong voice.

Following the sound coming to everyone's ears was a deafening tinnitus...

Countless eyes looked at the snowy Han Mountain, and everyone saw the terrifying scene. Han Mountain did not cook rain, and the rain did not fall. What fell was a thunder and a thunder river.

The thunder of thousands of thunder suddenly fell on the cold mountain, and suddenly, the blizzard exploded.

The Hanshan landslide, the snow mud like a huge rock, slid down from the mountain and rolled into a snowball, forming a scene that was even more terrifying than an avalanche, as if there was something monster in Hanshan.

Of course, it is not a regretful monster, nor is it an avalanche, but a landslide.

The landslide is broken and the mountain collapses.

The ten thousand thunder poured down, directly shattering the entire Han Mountain, directly shattering the formation that fused the five levels. Terrifying cracks appeared in the void, and then a pair of hands broke through a certain crack.

He stretched out, and broke it hard, tearing open the crack, and took a big step forward in Chongyang, just like opening the door and walking out in one step. Chongyang broke the formation.

Break out of the formation!

The earth in Zizhuxuan trembled slightly, which was affected by the rolling and collapse of the Wanjun Lei River. In Zizhuxuan, where Xiao Lingtong's ten-son comrades gathered, he sat cross-legged and inserted in front of him.

An old man with a banner face suddenly turned pale and spitted blood.

The entire formation was broken, and he suffered a considerable backlash.

This sudden change and this sudden counterattack surprised everyone.

After recognizing the reality, those surprised newborns turned their shocked expressions on their faces into joy and arrogance.

They won.

Anyway, they won.

"Hahaha..." Jiang Manlou laughed.

"The problem is to break the lower part, and the barrier is to break the upper part. Several senior brothers have given up."

There were still rays of lightning and lightning lingering on the body of Chongyang. The lightning robe was getting lighter and weaker, and I don’t know where it finally disappeared.

Xiao Liu coughed his throat, avoided the gloomy vision of Chongyang, and bowed his hand.

Xiao Lingtong's face turned slightly blue, she shook her sleeves, and turned around and left.

Li Hai simply gave up one road, a spacious avenue leading straight to the center of Zizhuxuan.

Unimpeded from sight, Luo Changfeng looked along the road and saw a figure appearing on the ring surrounded by Qingyi teaching staff and seniors in the academy.

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

He knew that his opponent had appeared!

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

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

"It's brother..."

"It's the young master..."

Xueer and Ling'er saw the figure on the ring and rushed over quickly.

Luo Changfeng frowned.

I never expected that my next opponent would be Xueer's brother.

"Rose Sword Yan Nanfei, the strength of the academy, is the tenth mirror platform." Jiang Manlou was stunned and looked at Li Lao and Xiao Liu and said, "It's not something that these guys can compare with each other."