I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

Today, the number of monks watching the square has increased instead of decreased.

The only thing that surprised Ning Ruan was that the emperor did not show up again.

He sent Eunuch Jiang, the scribe in the Political Affairs Hall, to run the trip for him.

"Miss Ning, His Majesty said that this competition was initiated by you, and the start time is also decided by you."

Eunuch Jiang was a middle-aged man with a fair face and no beard. He had a pair of narrow eyes that seemed to be half-closed, and a smile on his face.

He is a strong man... Ning Ruan had this feeling at first sight.

"Oh." She nodded and looked around. There were a lot more people there. It could be predicted that in the next few days, those from the other three countries who wanted to challenge her would also be able to arrive.

"Let's start now." Three long swords were floating in front of Ning Ruan, and the sharp sword intent was approaching the monks approaching the square.

Off the court.

None of the people who lost yesterday were absent.

No one can feel the changes in Ningruan today more intuitively than them.

"She actually broke through..."

"...Alas, it's a good thing I challenged her yesterday. If it was today, wouldn't my reputation be completely ruined?"

Chen Fu, a disciple from Tianyuan Academy and one of yesterday's challengers, sighed.

Yu Zhengyuan, a disciple of the Yu family who was also a challenger and had some personal grudges, frowned and remained silent.

"Shameful."

An undisguised sneer came from the side.

The young man was wearing the unique uniform of Cangming Academy. His face, which was three-quarters similar to Yu Zhengyuan, was slightly raised. His arrogance seemed to be innate, and his eyes never looked directly at the person beside him who he should call his brother.

“Yu Linxi!” Yu Zhengyuan clenched his hands tightly, and met the boy’s mocking gaze with a gloomy face, “I am your brother.”

"Cousin." The young man corrected deliberately, "My brother would not be so foolish as to lower his cultivation to challenge the Child of Destiny."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but let out a sarcastic smile, "You are not as good as her in terms of luck, you are not as good as her in terms of talent, and even your cultivation, which can be considered an advantage, has been suppressed to the eleventh level by you. Why do you think you can beat her?"

Yu Zhengyuan's expression seemed to be extremely ugly.

The anger in my heart seemed to be about to erupt.

But he didn't vent it out in the end.

Facing the number one talent of the younger generation of the Yu family, the son of destiny who the Yu family placed high hopes on, he had no choice but to give in.

What kind of genius is on the Earth List, what kind of academy disciple is he.

In front of the Son of Destiny and the members of the Tianjiao Ranking, how could the glow of rotten grass dare to compete with the bright moon?

"In that case, why don't you go up?"

Yu Zhengyuan swallowed his anger and looked at the girl in green who was still quietly waiting for the challenger to come on stage.

"Of course I will, but now is not the time for me to do it." Yu Linxi pulled the corners of her lips, as if she was smiling faintly, "Isn't it more time-saving to have her take on those unnecessary battles for me and then I can defeat her in the end?"

"It doesn't matter if she loses to someone else. I just need to fight the person who beats her."

confidence.

It's not the kind of confidence that is deliberately displayed.

It seems more like describing something very ordinary.

Yu Zhengyuan had already withdrawn his gaze and was looking back at the confident young man in front of him.

Although he shouldn't say it, he couldn't help but say: "If you lose..."

"I won't lose." The boy replied with a smile.

In fact, it doesn’t matter if you lose.

He will win it back sooner or later.

But there is one thing he is very sure of, at least in the spiritual world, the winner cannot be a foreigner.

In the Eastern Qin Empire, the winner cannot be the other three kingdoms.

Ning Ruan didn't wait too long.

The first challenger had already flown to the center of the square.

The woman had a slender figure and skin as white as snow, and her general appearance was similar to that of a human. The biggest difference was her pair of ears that glowed white.

Not on the sides of the face.

Instead, on the top of the head, the ears are long and slender, raised high.

The woman, wearing only a light blue robe, touched the robe that was embroidered with a special pattern.

Then he casually took off the flute from his waist, nodded towards Ning Ruan, and said in the human language: "The peak of the Tenth Realm, the destiny of the Huanyin Clan, Lingyun, please teach me."

As her voice fell.

The sound of a flute then began to sound.

However, in an instant, Ning Ruan clearly and unexpectedly felt that an outsider had intruded into his sea of ​​consciousness!

The Phantom Sound Clan is good at using sound for healing, which is similar to the work of light spiritualists.

At the same time, there are also people who are good at killing people with sound, taking the approach of mental attack.

And the person in front of him obviously took the second path.

Ningruan has done this many times by breaking into other people's recognition systems.

But being broken into is still very rare.

The smaller version of Ning Ruan stood on the sea, unable to hide the anticipation on his face.

She looked at the Illusionary Sound Clan female cultivator who was trying to mess with her sea of ​​consciousness with her flute music, and said in a clear voice:

"Psychic attack, what a coincidence."

I'm good at this too!

Ning Ruan smiled.

"..." Lingyun didn't say anything, but the sound of the flute suddenly became rapid and harsh.

The sea water beneath their feet also began to boil.

To her opponents, the feeling at this moment was like sharp nails piercing through their bones, one by one, into their souls.

Extremely distressed.

Ning Ruan raised her hand casually, and the boiling sea water under her feet instantly calmed down.

"???"

Ling Yun, who had always maintained a calm expression, showed surprise for the first time:

"You can also attack mentally?"

The flute music did not stop, but a voice full of surprise rang out in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"So, it's a coincidence." The smaller version of Ning Ruan smiled.

The sea water, which had calmed down, began to boil again, creating huge waves.

Ning Ruan moved her body and stepped on the huge waves. "You can't play in my sea of ​​consciousness. Go to your sea of ​​consciousness."

Lingyun: “???” Do you think you’re visiting?

Lingyun, a professional sound attack monk who was insulted, decided not to show any leeway.

The flute sound became more chaotic.

But after only three breaths of disorder, huge waves began to rush towards her completely out of her control.

Devour her.

Lingyun: “???”

Before my eyes is the familiar sea of ​​consciousness.

A familiar scent.

Familiar... This is basically her sea of ​​consciousness.

The miniature version of Lingyun, who was originally in a silent state in the sea of ​​consciousness, looked a little pale because her Taoist divine consciousness was destroyed.

She looked at Ning Ruan's thoughts, who had somehow caught up with her and taken the initiative, and there seemed to be a huge question mark on her face.