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Jiang Manlou is very arrogant.

He was as arrogant as ever before entering the academy or after entering the six-character gate of the academy.

This is a fact that countless teachers and students know about the colleges inside and outside the colleges!

In the eyes of countless teachers and students of the academy, Jiang Manlou, the future heir of the first family in the world, was even more vivid and even out of control after his ten-child comrades left the academy and dropped out of school.

This is why many conjectures arise for no reason.

The academy generally believes that perhaps it was among the dazzling new ten-son comrades, Jiang Manlou suffered too much pressure and had no say or presence at all. So much so that after the comrades left, his twisted heart began to use him.

Strong rebound.

To put it simply, it is to take the opportunity to find a sense of existence.

What made countless students from the college helpless is that Jiang Manlou's behavior of looking for a sense of existence is without any mistakes.

With his own strength, he lost to the eleven groups in a row to challenge the third mirror stage. Even if his arrogance is too much, who can say what?

In the final analysis, the achievements of Mingjingtai guarding the Taiwan are indelible!

So over the past year, all the students in the academy have become accustomed to it.

The ten figures standing opposite Jiangmanlou have already heard of Daming, and they have not had any quarrels with Jiangmanlou.

They were very quick and quick, and they were not so stupid that they were no longer stupid about Jiang Manlou's move, which was like humiliating and underestimating themselves. How could those who could win eleven consecutive victories would seek fame?

Besides, what they need is the third mirror platform.

As long as you do not use despicable means to win within the scope permitted by academy rules, you will not lose face by bullying the less!

Ten figures showed their strengths and surrounded Jiang Manlou in the battle circle.

Jiang Manlou let out a smirk.

A sinister and outrageous smirk.

His body was as light as a swallow, and he floated up, making a curve of geese in the air, and his figure fell outside the mirror platform.

Before the fight began, he simply withdrew from the battle stage. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be about to admit defeat?

Of course, Jiang Manlou would not admit defeat.

How could the record of eleven consecutive games end with admitting defeat? It really made him, the eldest son of the world's first family, feel shameless.

Jiang Manlou's behavior of directly quitting the battle circle made ten people confused.

"Are you planning to admit defeat?" someone said.

"If you ask me to admit defeat, you may not have that kind of strength." Jiang Manlou smiled sarcastically.

"Why retreat if you don't admit defeat?"

"Who said that this young master has withdrew? He just simply found an excellent corner to watch the performance!"

Jiang Manlou's words became increasingly difficult to understand.

After hearing this, the head of the ten-son comrade-in-law frowned.

“What to watch?”

"Of course it's a dance view."

Jiang Manlou's face once again showed a treacherous smile.

A drum was standing beside him.

The long sword in his hand changed again, so there was an extra drum hammer in his hand.

He raised his arm and beat the drum.

So, a dazzling sword light flew out strangely from the cloud flags around the Mingjing Platform. Countless sword lights flew towards them in a messy sword roar. The ten figures on the Mingjing Platform

Looking at the countless sword lights flying back and forth, left and right, as if they were hit by a fatal blow, my heart suddenly sank.

They realized they had fallen into the trap.

The dense sword lights flew in chaos from the cloud flags in the north, south, west, east and four corners, leaving countless milky white slender marks running through the space in the void.

Standing outside the mirror platform, Jiang Manlou could clearly see the milky white sword wind rushing out from the entire mirror platform. The sword wind swept through the extreme, and the howling sound made people feel a little terrifying.

Jiang Manlou tutted his mouth.

He looked like he couldn't bear it, then closed his eyes in a terrible way, and screams of shrillness and resentment came from his ears.

"Scene 12." Jiang Manlou said to himself.

"Extremely shameless!"

The sword wind stopped on the Mingjing stage, and the battle had come to an end, with only ten bleak figures left.

As classmates at the academy, Jiang Manlou naturally won’t kill him when dealing with the battle at Mingjingtai.

So the ten people who came to challenge had countless scars on the academy uniforms, and their bodies were covered with flesh and blood scratched by sword light and sword wind, but they were not seriously injured.

One person couldn't stand such arrogance, so he stood up with a sword and cursed.

"Where do you think I am so shameless?" Jiang Manlou argued.

"You have already set up a sneak attack on this mirror stage. Isn't it considered a villain's behavior?"

"Just like simple method of calligraphy, there is no such prohibition in the rules of the Academy's Mingjingtai, right? Could it be that you can practice the five-character art? I, Jiang Manlou, can't I have a glimpse of the fur of calligraphy?" Jiang Manlou raised his eyebrows.

Said.

The man lowered his head and remained silent.

Jiang Manlou comes from the Jiang family, which is recognized as the first family of the Chinese calligraphy family in the world. No one can surpass the government when it comes to manufacturing.

Even if this family of Shuzi's first family was cynical and ignorant, and had been influenced by them for so many years, their knowledge of Shuzi's skills is definitely beyond the ordinary six-character disciples.

Moreover, the dispute over the Academy’s Mingjingtai is not divided into six characters.

Is there any difference between losing under the Xingzi Gate method and losing under the Shuzi Gate method?

...

Luo Changfeng has been standing behind the door for a long time.

He saw these scenes in his eyes.

Even though I found many reasons to convince myself to understand the difficulties of Jiang Manlou staying alone on the Mingjingtai, I still felt that such behavior of dealing with challenges was unflattering.

"Your method of keeping the mirror table is surprisingly very good." Luo Changfeng's voice came.

"Hey... the guy who stands and talks without a headache, otherwise you can try staying there for a year?"

Jiang Manlou thought that this was a guy who was not open to his eyes and dared to mock him, so his handsome face was full of impatientness. He turned around and looked at him with his brow locked.

He saw Luo Changfeng standing behind the door and looked at him with a smile.

"Actually, my waist hurts too when I stand and talk."

...

Under the night, the quiet courtyard of the Bodhi Academy is filled with the river, and the east wind is sending a faint fragrance of flowers.

Jiang Manlou and Luo Changfeng were lying on the roof, pillowing with blue bricks and tiles, looking at the stars in the sky.

"Do you regret it?" Jiang Manlou carefully said what happened in the year when Luo Changfeng fainted. Then he was silent for a moment, and finally couldn't help asking.

"I haven't thought about it."

Luo Changfeng knew what Jiang Manlou wanted to express.

He was obsessed with taking revenge, which made the ten-son comrades make the situation in this situation.

He knew that his identity could no longer be concealed, and he also knew that whether it was the Yuezhi brothers, Chongyang, or Nancy Han, who came to the academy with missions and tasks.

Now that his comrades have left one after another, Luo Changfeng doesn’t know whether his identity will be known to everyone in the world now.

He even more did not know whether they would be enemies or friends if they met in the future.

Should we drink and talk, or should we meet each other in a war?