Li Luo's figure, like a flying sparrow, darted forward to the burly youth's front. The wooden sword in his hand was drawn suddenly with the momentum of unsheathing, and in that instant, a gleam flashed by, piercing towards the burly youth's chest at lightning speed.,Ahead, a throng of people gathered, bustling and noisy.,Li Luo stared blankly at the shadow of Jiang Qing'e, and then he realized that some eyes were cast upon him. Those students, regardless of whether they were male or female, looked at him with a mixture of unwillingness, envy, and strangeness in their eyes.。