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

The next day.

Only after handing over the complete version of the second novel to the fat boy did Ning Ruan go to the square as usual.

There were obviously more unfamiliar faces in the square than the day before.

Not only are there more monks from the other three countries, but there are also more foreign races.

This also confirms what Asser said, the emperor is waiting.

Waiting for the partner he is satisfied with to come over.

Today is slightly stronger than yesterday.

Ningruan fought two games in a row.

One of them was a cultivator of the thirteenth realm of the Xiwu Empire, who suppressed his cultivation to the eleventh realm to fight against her.

The results speak for themselves.

The monks of the Xiwu Empire suffered a crushing defeat.

The other person who came on the field was the son of destiny of the Beiyue Empire, who was also a cultivator of the thirteenth realm with suppressed cultivation.

The first words he said when he came on stage were:

"I heard that Yan Liang, who came to my Beiyue to clamor, is also a disciple of your Qingyun Academy?"

"After I defeat you today, you go back and tell him that Beiyue Yingshang will soon go find him. Invincible under the Thirteenth Realm? What a joke! If I hadn't been in seclusion at the beginning, would I have allowed him to be so rampant?"

Soon, Ying Shang, the son of destiny who would not allow others to be rampant, was forced by Ning Ruan to be unable to suppress his cultivation level of the eleventh realm.

There was no other way. If he continued to suppress himself, he would definitely be seriously injured.

Speaking of it, among all the people who suppressed their cultivation, the only one who was pinned to the ground and beaten seriously by Ning Ruan but did not dare to fight back with all his strength was Asher.

Ning Ruan held the sword in hand, smiling as he looked at the young man opposite him who looked as if he had eaten a dead fly, and tilted his head slightly:

"You can go find Yan Liang now."

"By the way, I forgot to tell you."

"Yan Liang is not only a disciple of Qingyun Academy, he is also my senior brother. We have the same master."

"It's okay if you can't find him. I'll notify him for you later."

Ying Shang: “!!!”

Ning Ruan is a man of his words.

When no one else wanted to come on stage during dinner time, she just left.

After escaping, the first thing he did, besides eating, was to take out the sound transmission note to contact Yan Liang.

She didn't need to say anything more.

Just one thing to mention is that some people think that he is not invincible under the Thirteenth Realm. Senior Brother Seven, who has always looked down on others, will naturally have his own judgment.

Yan Liang didn't reply to her.

But about an hour later.

Ning Ruan's sound transmission note rang.

Yan Liang's sneering voice came from inside: "You are quite good at hiding. Aren't you going to beat me to death? If your ability to beat people is as good as your ability to hide, the title of invincible under the thirteenth realm would really be taken away by you."

"It took me less than half an hour to beat you, and more than an hour and a half to find you."

"No wonder I didn't see you in Beiyue. Did you hide?"

Along with Yan Liang's annoying words, Ying Shang's familiar growl could be vaguely heard.

"You win if you want to, don't insult me! Who is hiding? I am in seclusion, in seclusion!"

"Then you really love to retreat." Yan Liang continued to sneer.

"You...you..." He only uttered two words, and Ying Shang's voice could no longer be heard.

Yan Liang sighed, "Junior sister, he fainted from shame."

Ning Ruan seemed to be listening to a crosstalk: "..."

Whether he fainted from overwhelmed shame or from anger, probably only Ying Shang himself knew.

……

In the next few days, Ning Ruan continued to eat, go to the square, eat, write novels, eat, and go to the square.

The third part of the novel has also been completed and handed over to the little fat man.

But Linglong Pavilion did not publish it.

The popularity of the book "Reborn: The Peerless Imperial Concubine" in the Eastern Qin Empire has reached an unprecedented level.

It can be said that there is no one in Dongqin who has not heard of this book.

Even if you already know the general plot, you still want to buy a copy and read it yourself.

Following the novel, people also staged plays directly.

According to the little fat man, he plans to release the second part after this competition is completely over.

He thought that time period was the best.

Ning Ruan didn't care, she just wanted to write and was happy that everyone liked to read it.

On the square.

Ning Ruan only waited for half an hour.

Then someone flew in front of him.

"Hahaha, Ning Ruan, you didn't expect that I would be the one challenging you!"

The voice of a boy who has not yet lost his childishness.

Arrogant and asking for a beating tone.

"Who are you?" Ning Ruan only replied with three words.

But these three words instantly changed the other party's expression.

He stared at Ning Ruan in disbelief, "You don't recognize me?"

"You don't recognize me anymore?"

"How could you not recognize me?"

"Maybe we'll get to know each other after we finish fighting." Ning Ruan lied seriously.

First of all, after competing for so many days, it was impossible for her to remember all these opponents with whom she had gained experience and improved her skills.

There are very few that can be remembered.

Secondly, she really remembered this annoying and annoying kid in front of her.

Should be north.

The monks from the small world who had crossed over on the same Feiyun boat.

There were many sons of destiny on that Feiyun boat, and the youngest but most talented one among them was undoubtedly the little brat in front of him.

After not seeing him for a long time, the little brat looks more like a teenager than before.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Ning Ruan recognized him.

How could I not remember such a nasty little devil?

"You!" The kid was angry. "Okay, okay, if you don't know me, then I won't know you. Wait until I beat you up, and then you'll remember."

Ning Ruan raised her eyes: "Didn't I beat you with the sword talisman?"

"!!!" Ying Bei exploded, not caring that he was in the middle of the square, being watched by thousands of people, and shouted, "You still say you don't remember? How come you remember this so clearly?"

This is the shame of his life!

Back then in the Lingshan College trial field, it was this woman who did not play by the rules and eliminated him with just a few sword talismans.

hateful!

hateful!

"You're done!" Ying Bei said loudly, "Tianyuan Academy disciple Ying Bei is here to challenge me!"

"Then let's fight." Ning Ruan raised his hand and summoned four long swords.