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Luo Changfeng was slightly surprised.

Looking at Huangfu Yi's serious face without a trace of temptation or suspicion, Luo Changfeng was sure that his senior brother had not asked this question because he knew something about his identity.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "I heard that Senior Dao Chi's cultivation has reached the level of transformation and seeing the fate of the disaster. Is it a battle with Yan Bailou Gate to deal with the disaster?"

Huangfu Yi felt something and stretched out his hand and placed it lightly on the blue stone tablet covered with snowflakes and said, "This is just a rumor, not the real reason why the sword monster challenged Yan Bailou."

"How can you see it?" Luo Changfeng asked as he looked at his hands.

"No matter how stupid a person is, he will not take the initiative to deal with the disaster for an illusory fate. Because doing so is not stupid, but stupid.

A practitioner can be said to be a watershed, a watershed between a gulf and a river. Once he jumps through this gulf, he can see the gate of the divine realm and realize the sacred realm.

The whole world, the saints in the realm of God are only in the number of hands. And those people are sacred people who retreat from the world. If it weren't for the real big thing that happened in the world, they would not be able to alarm those people. So strictly speaking,

, This world is not the world led by the gods, but the world that truly transforms into disasters."

"A practitioner, no matter which student of the six-character school, can fully explore the realm of the kalpa in his destiny, he is already a dragon and phoenix among people. He has chosen one from a thousand miles away. He is afraid of avoiding the kalpa. Who can do it?

I am willing to give up this level of cultivation and take the initiative to die in response to the disaster."

Huangfu Yi's fingers touched the marks on the stone tablet, and he seemed to be unable to feel the coldness of the ice and snow, but could only feel the familiar breath. Finally, he withdrew his hand, stood in the distance and said, "The sword crazy is not a fool, so

He is not going to deal with the disaster.”

Luo Changfeng tightened his cloak and looked into the distance along his senior brother's gaze.

There is no snow, no wind, and no grudges in the sky. There is only a dusk, as the lights fall, descending from the top of the clouds. It covers the world, whether alive or late, equally.

Luo Changfeng murmured, "It's not about the disaster, why?"

Huangfu Yi was stunned and dazed: "Avenge."

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew up, rolling up large pieces of snowflakes, dancing in chaos.

Luo Changfeng didn't know whether he felt the coldness of the north wind in the Forgetful River or the coldness revealed in the two simple words of the senior brother, and he couldn't help but shivered.

Then the body trembled slightly.

Then the hands hidden in the sleeves slowly clenched their fists, tightly clenched, and their arms trembled slightly.

These two words instantly touched the scar that he was most reluctant to mention in his heart.

Just like this cold wind, it exposed the scars and was exposed to the north wind and heavy snow, and the pain was indescribable.

Luo Changfeng did not continue asking.

Huangfu Yi did not continue talking.

Luo Changfeng had a hint of resentment in his eyes, as if he was trapped in memories.

Huangfu Yi's expression was full of memories, as if he had recalled the past.

...

For the six-character sect middle way taught by the academy, the most mysterious teaching method of Sichuan characters is undoubtedly much more free than the other five.

Of course, perhaps the students recruited by each class of Sichuan characters are quite special, and usually the students cannot recruit a satisfactory freshman in three classes for nine years. Therefore, Sichuan characters practice in class, anywhere, and never limit time.

Location method.

Not to mention the six-character sect master, even the dean is unwilling to say anything more.

Who made the Master of the Sichuan clan, who is the Master Wuxiang Daozong, and the uncle of Dean Zhuang!

There is the seniority. Although Luo Changfeng is a new student of the Sichuan character who is just starting out, he walks in this academy, with the bodhicitta ornament on his waist, the new and old students should still respectfully regardless of their desire.

Calling the uncle of the junior master.

Luo Changfeng was naturally not wandering in the academy.

The road to revenge is now the only one left. The deep blood hatred does not allow him to waste every moment in his life. He feels that if he is greedy for a moment, he can feel the pain of Luomen's relatives suffering in hell without vain.

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Huangfu Yi leads the road ahead.

When you meet someone, you will be taken to me and ask for directions carefully.

What surprised Luo Changfeng was that his senior brother had entered school nine years earlier than him, and he was not very familiar with the road conditions of the academy... To put it simply, his senior brother was actually a road fool! And it was the ultimate

The road is crazy!

It was a little unacceptable for a while.

Master passed on the 36-character Lotus Reproduction Skills of Sichuan characters. The senior brother has a profound realm and is gifted. He is already able to understand the eleven-petal lotus, and is ranked first on the mysterious list. It can be said that today, this generation of people of the same age

It is no exaggeration to be the best among the top.

Such a genius who sounds amazing no matter how you look at it, but he is a road deaf who doesn’t know the north, south, west, east and west, and doesn’t remember the intersections and corners!

Luo Changfeng looked at the senior brother who was pulling a confused new student in the academy in front of him who asked for directions carefully, thinking that if the people ranked second and third on the Dixuan list knew that the senior brother was actually a road ill, he would be depressed.

You need to vomit blood.

This is the outer courtyard of the academy. The freshman obviously didn't know the specific location of this maze-like library. He was held back by Huangfu Yi and seemed very entangled and waiting to be rescued.

Luo Changfeng stepped forward and pulled his senior brother back to help the freshman: "The senior brother has never lost a single point in the purple bamboo forest, but why is he not familiar with the road conditions in the academy?"

Huangfu Yi smiled a little embarrassedly: "I don't know why. In short, I'm very clear about where ordinary people are easily lost, and I can even see the clues at a glance. But in the eyes of others, the more normal the path is.

But I became more and more confused when I was in the direction, and my master said this was an obstacle."

Luo Changfeng nodded.

This is the first time I have heard of this situation.

Since he was a child, he has followed his father many roads and seen many people and many things. So compared with his senior brother, Luo Changfeng felt that at least he was not on the same level as him.

Just as he was about to speak, Luo Changfeng saw several acquaintances walking towards him.

If there is anything that can make him feel happy these days after entering the academy, it is nothing more than meeting these acquaintances.

Jiang Manlou, the first family in the world, his whole body is wrapped in a black robe. The disciple of Jun Zeyu, under the Tianji Constellation of Tiandong, and the younger brother of the Yuezhi brothers. There is also the 10th place in the Earth Xuan List.

Nancy Han of the Three.

They are all Luo Changfeng's ten-son brothers.

Brothers who made vows under the starry sky together.

When Luo Changfeng saw them, they naturally saw Luo Changfeng.

When Luo Changfeng saw them, his face was filled with a long-lost hint of joy. But slowly, when he saw Jiang Manlou's not very energetic expression, Luo Changfeng's smile slightly restrained.

"What's wrong?"

Luo Changfeng looked at Jiang Manlou and his men, and his gray marks that seemed to have just experienced the struggles of mountains and rivers, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.