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"It's the sound of the bells preaching!"

Xue'er's ears were very sharp, but in an instant she could hear the preaching sound mixed with the bells.

Her slender hand pointed at the horizon from a distance, trying to find the source of the bell's voice from the dim clouds. But she rotated around in place and found that she could not tell the direction of the voice for a while.

She felt a little strange.

After living in the academy for several months, it was the first time I heard this preaching sound.

The sound felt like it was far and near. The nearest seemed to be right next to you and even on this Bodhi Mountain, while the far away was floating around and unpredictable.

"Ling'er, did you hear it?"

"Well, I heard it. Is this the voice of preaching? I feel very relaxed all over!"

"Teacher, where did this sound come from?" Xueer began to act coquettishly.

"It seems... the practice in the contemplation has ended, faster than I expected." Dean Zhuang held the hoe with both hands and looked into the distance with great satisfaction.

"Where isn't there only academy on the mountain? Teacher?" Xueer asked with her clear and bright eyes blinking.

"Of course there are only academies on the mountain. But in addition to the outer courtyard, aren't there seventeen mirror platforms in the inner courtyard, the uncle's Forgetful Love River and your teacher's Bodhi Garden?" Dean Zhuang stretched out his wide palm and the soil in the palm of his palm?"

Washed away by a burst of spiritual power, he rubbed Xue'er's head in a doting way.

Xueer subconsciously reacted that she took a step back. She looked away with her face and saw that the mud on the wide palm was washed by the light of inspiration before she reached her little head with a slight grievance.

"So, Taoist temple is also a special place for practice in the academy?" Ling'er asked.

"Who are there in the temple?" Xueer asked curiously.

Dean Zhuang smiled and stroked his beard.

He did not answer Xueer's question, but his smile had a deep meaning.

The little Pixiu jumped out from somewhere and a flash of shadow jumped into Dean Zhuang's arms. Her pink nose was looking for the source of the fragrance of strange flowers and plants on Dean Zhuang's body.

"I understand." Xueer suddenly realized and then smiled happily, "It must be Xiao Lizi and the others."

Xueer has never believed that the academy will really expel freshmen who have passed the admission assessment and entered the academy.

And he is still more than half a freshman.

Because the rules for killing each other in the Dilemma Mountain assessment are too strict, and it can be said to be unreasonable. The academy will not encourage such behaviors of killing each other, because doing so is not teaching students the principles of life.

It is a distortion of the soul and true feelings.

Later, after acting cute and chaotic, Xueer finally learned from the teacher about the whereabouts of the freshmen who failed the dilemma assessment.

Dean Zhuang told her that the freshmen would come back.

So she guessed that the so-called returnees from the Taoist temple were the freshmen of Li Xingyun who were rumored to be expelled from the academy.

Ling'er became a little nervous when she heard the name of Little Li Xingyun.

Then her heart began to beat faster.

Her breathing began to be a little disorganized.

Finally, she couldn't help but throw her hoe and ran out.

"Ling'er, where are you going?" Xue'er shouted from behind.

"I'll go and greet them."

...

"Why are you always setting off fireworks along the way? It's not a festive day to do so, it will damage the environment." On the mountain road leading to the third bright mirror platform, the thin but beautiful moon phase glanced at Jiangmanlou.

Said at a glance.

"We won twelve consecutive games, and now there are only the top three left in the 17-story mirrored platform in the inner courtyard. This kind of freshman record should be an unprecedented success in the history of the academy, right?" Jiang Manlou did not hide his pride at all.

Said.

"It has been a thousand years since the opening of the academy," Jun Zeyu's face was a little pale, but there was a glimmer of fighting spirit hidden in those eyes.

"Of course we have to celebrate such an excellent result." Jiang Manlou said proudly.

When a group of classmates heard Jun Zeyu’s judgment, they could not hide their inner agitation.

Although the achievements of defeating the 16th Spiegel Tower in the inner courtyard are excellent, they will not make these freshmen with proud capital feel extremely honored by their achievements.

After all, no matter how strong the inner courtyard is, it is just the sixteenth mirror platform.

Among their ten-sen comrades, there are disciples under the Tianji Constellation, the first family in the world, and the top twenty-first figures in the Dixuan List. Even those who are relatively weak are also children of the Qizhoudao family.

It is difficult for them to have strong cultivation resources and have outstanding talents to think of.

So they fought and won consecutively with a calm mood and stable strength.

Until they defeated the fourth Taichung, the seniors and brothers.

Their achievements have exceeded their initial expectations.

The seventeen mirrored platforms in the inner courtyard seemed to be unable to stop their winning streak.

They accidentally wrote the history of the academy.

"I originally wanted to compare with Changfeng and see who went higher and farther in Taichung, the seventeenth jingjing in the inner courtyard. Now it seems that there is no need to compare. His record is at the ninth jingjing.

Taiwan has not refreshed again in the past month, and in comparison, we have won too much." Chongyang said.

"I really want to know what the expressions of the old students in Taichung, the seventeenth inner courtyard, are there at this moment." Peng Jiu said.

"In contrast, I want to know the true expressions of the Six-character Taoist masters and the senior executives in the academy after learning about our current achievements." Guan Shan said.

"Don't just enjoy the joy of winning streaks. I've experienced too many battles today, both physically and mentally have reached the brink of fatigue. Before challenging the third mirror platform, we'll find one

If you stay in the place and rest for a while, otherwise the old man who is waiting for the third mirror platform, he may have a very low chance of winning."

...

In the purple bamboo forest.

Luo Changfeng had twelve points of knife intention to cut a path.

A road that is more than twenty feet long.

This path with deep knife marks separated the heavy bamboo forest.

The violent sword intent around Sanyi crushed all the ice thorns that grew out of the bamboo forest to pieces.

At the end of the spread of the knife, Yan Xi's unpredictable figure emerged.

However, this fierce sword intent was shaken apart one foot in front of him.

Because he used the three purity energy to form a body-protecting true energy one foot in front of Yan Xi.

The sword intent is unbreakable!

"I heard that since I entered the academy, you have learned 17-way sword techniques alone. I really want to know what the so-called 17-way sword technique is compared to the seventh sword of Tianque Bai Yu in the past?"

Yan Xi's body was surrounded by the true energy of protecting the body.

After entering the cultivation level of the Miaodao Realm, he has mastered the three pure energy obtained by refining essence into qi, and his defense is astonishingly terrifying.

"If you can hold on, I'll have a chance to see it."

Luo Changfeng's face was a little pale.

The sword intent that had just condensed was shaken by the opponent's body protection real aura, and he would be affected by backlash.

This was something he had never expected.

He found that even though he was very cautious, he still underestimated the Three Pure Aura of the Miaodao Realm.

(PS: I refused the company's dinner at the end of the year, just to update it, hum.)