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

The clear voice spread all around, but no one came up to the stage to challenge.

Naturally, there are people in the eighth realm among the audience below the stage.

But if he went on stage now, even if he won, he would only have defeated a cultivator who was three realms lower than him, and that was after the other party had just defeated a cultivator in the seventh realm.

There is no better interpretation of the so-called unfair victory than this.

And it's a winning situation.

What if I lose?

Yuan Jing had already climbed up. With the defensive spiritual weapon, he was not seriously injured.

In fact, we can still fight again.

It's just that there's no need for that anymore.

Ning Ruan sighed, looked at him, and said in a serious tone: "The mission points will still be given to you."

“……” Yuan Jing didn’t come here for the points in the first place, let alone he lost.

If Ning Ruan dared to give it, how could he dare to accept it?

"Fellow Daoist Ning, there's no need to count the points. If I lose, I lose."

After saying this, Yuan Jing left in a hurry.

I was afraid that if I was a step slower, I would be forced to take points.

Ning Ruan waited for a long time, until her seventh senior brother, the conspicuous bag, had already gone on stage and started fighting with others, but no one in the eighth realm accepted her challenge.

After thinking for a while, she suddenly turned her gaze to Mu Yiqiu.

Eighth realm, this one too.

call out--

Ning Ruan's figure fell.

With a smile on his face: "How about we have a fight?"

Mu Yiqiu: "Haha, no need to fight."

Ning Ruan: "Why not? Don't you want to hit me the most?"

Mu Yiqiu rolled his eyes: "Even if I want to fight you, it's not now. Wait until you reach the sixth realm."

"Once I reach the sixth realm, you may have no chance of winning." Ning Ruan responded seriously.

Mu Yiqiu was caught off guard and choked, his expression froze, "Then I won't fight either."

She would rather lose fairly than win unfairly.

Admittedly, Ning Ruan is in the sixth realm, and she is in the eighth realm, which is not very impressive.

But it was still more acceptable to her than being three levels higher than others.

Ning Ruan sighed and looked at Yi Zhen. He was also in the eighth realm, which was slightly higher than Mu Yi Qiu's cultivation level.

Yi Zhen's body trembled, and without waiting for Ning Ruan to speak, he said, "Squad leader, I won't fight either."

Ning Ruan: "Oh."

That's it.

Since you can't force it, just let it go.

There will be a breakthrough eventually.

If we don’t break through now, maybe the time is not right yet?

After thinking it through, Ning Ruan stopped challenging others.

Instead, he focused on watching the competition between Yan Liang and the eleventh realm cultivator in front of him.

I have to say, the fight between these two was much more exciting than her previous one.

One was emotional and ruthless.

The other one's attack was even faster and more ruthless. Although his realm was obviously lower, he still had the tendency to suppress the opponent.

Perhaps this battle was so exciting that even the group of sword cultivators who were obsessed with the spirit crystal did not look for her again.

Until the winner was finally decided on stage.

Yan Liang held the sword and raised his chin slightly. Just when everyone thought he was going to say something provocative again, he said nothing and just jumped down.

Only the injured Eleventh Realm was left standing on the stage in extreme embarrassment.

Sometimes, outright ignorance is more hurtful.

One can tell from the extremely ugly expression on the face of the person at the eleventh level.

After watching one competition after another, the sword cultivators finally remembered the purpose of their visit today and gathered around.

Yan Liang had not yet retracted his sword, but raised it directly, with his chin raised. Even though there were sword cultivators at the twelfth or thirteenth realms on the opposite side, he was not afraid at all, "Do you still want to continue fighting?"

“……”I really want to beat this guy up.

But today is clearly not the time.

The sword cultivator who had reached the thirteenth realm smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Yan has misunderstood. We are here to discuss the sale of spirit crystals with fellow Daoist Ning."

"Yes, yes, Fellow Daoist Ning, now that the competition is over, can we talk about it?"

"I have made the requirements for purchasing spirit crystals very clear." Ning Ruan looked at the group of sword cultivators, "I want natural treasures. They must be extremely rare. Otherwise, I will not trade with anyone."

She made it clear.

There was a pause.

She suddenly raised her eyes and looked towards the distant sky, where two beams of light were approaching.

high speed.

And they are all sword cultivators.

There are not many sword practitioners in Qingyun Academy.

Ning Ruan knew what the person who came here at this time was after. She raised her voice slightly, "If there is no rare treasure, I won't change it even if the instructor comes."

Yes, the two beams of light that came had powerful auras, and they were definitely not from disciples.

Clearly a mentor.

After saying that, she flew off on her sword, heading towards the direction of Teacher Huo's cave.

The two beams of light that were coming forward obviously paused for a moment, and then chased after Ning Ruan in full view of everyone.

This scene obviously stunned most of the disciples present, including those from the Martial Arts Academy.

"That is to say, our class leader is actually planning to sell spirit crystals. How many does she have?"

No one knows this issue better than Mu Yi Qiu, who had also visited the underwater ruins.

But she would not tell the truth. She only opened her mouth with a slightly complicated tone, "Maybe, there is still a little bit."

Anyway, Ning's soft side is always very spiritual.