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

Cangming College was the last one.

Because they didn't use the spirit boat at all.

But he came here on a flying sword.

Three figures in a row.

The leading instructor was Qi Yunhui, the sword-cultivating instructor who had helped Ning Ruan many times in the capital of Dongqin and had once wanted to lure Ning Ruan back to Cangming College.

Because of the transaction of the Sword Enlightenment Fruit, she, who has hidden her merits and fame, is like a treasure in the eyes of the bigwigs in Cangming College.

In other words, as long as she changes her mind and wants to change sect now, Cangming Academy will immediately form a team to snatch her away.

So even the cold-hearted Teacher Qi, when he saw Ning Ruan, his face became as cold as ice and snow melting in March.

The cold is gone.

There seemed to be a smile on her face.

Teacher Qi's expression made the two disciples beside him feel unfamiliar.

Two disciples, one male and one female.

The female cultivator was at the twelfth realm of cultivation, with a gentle complexion, and she did not have the aloof air of a sword cultivator who kept people at a distance.

Looks like they're easy to get along with.

There was not much expression on the male cultivator's face, and his expression was just as cold as that of Master Qi who had just arrived.

There was a hint of arrogance in the coldness.

That's the arrogance that comes from the bones, the kind that is difficult to restrain even if you want to.

Indeed, he had no intention of restraining himself.

He looked directly at Ning Ruan and spoke without hesitation:

"I heard that you can also control four spirit swords at the same time?"

"That's the case for now." Ning Ruan responded generously.

The male cultivator frowned: "For the time being?"

Ning Ruan affirmed, "For now!"

The male cultivator who didn't understand the meaning did not continue to ask, but only said: "After the competition is over, can you fight with me?"

Ning Ruan said: "No."

The male cultivator frowned even deeper: "Why?"

"Why so many whys? She looks down on you and thinks you are no match for her." On the other side, the little brat Ying Bei came to watch the fun and replied bluntly.

The male cultivator suddenly raised his head and looked over, his eyes sharp and indifferent, "What did you say?"

Ying Beilian was not afraid of Ning Ruan, who had just hung him up and beaten him not long ago, so how could he be afraid of a swordsman he had never met?

He immediately raised his voice and said, "She must think you are no match for her. Is there any need to ask? She doesn't even think there is any need to fight you."

Ning Ruan regretted for the second time that she had not hit him lightly.

He pulled the corners of his lips, his voice calm, and glanced at Ying Bei: "You are defeated, but you are still proud?"

"!!!"

Ying Bei got angry again.

Once again, he was stopped by the instructor of Tianyuan College.

The expressions of the instructors present were hard to describe.

In previous years, he also brought a group of gifted talents. Although geniuses always admire each other, they also dislike each other. But no matter what, the conflicts have never escalated to this point, right?

I haven’t left the spirit world yet.

The fight is about to begin.

No one wants to give in to anyone else.

In this condition, can they really win the competition this year?

"Okay, now that everyone is here, let's go out first. General Han has been waiting outside for a long time."

One of the three tutors of the Royal Academy quickly spoke up to interrupt the confrontation between the three troublemakers.

This is exactly what the other mentors wanted to say.

The male cultivator from Cangming College obviously wanted to say something, but was interrupted and was forced to swallow the words.

Thus, a group of geniuses, each with their own thoughts, were taken away from the spiritual world.

As soon as they left, the big guys guarding the spirit world began to talk to each other one by one.

"The little fellows that Dong Qin sent to participate in the competition this time seem to be more restless than the other."

"Not all of them are restless. I think the one from Qingyun College who has remained silent is very steady. He even asked the Four Swordsmen before. Although he is not destined to be one, his talent is indeed rare. No wonder he got the spot in the Thirteenth Realm this time."

"The other little guys also look okay. In my opinion, our human race can really compete for the top spot in this competition."

"good!"

"..."

……

Outside the spiritual world.

A huge ship, completely black in color and suspended in the boundless space, has been waiting for a long time.

Soldiers wearing black armor of Eastern Qin were standing in an orderly manner everywhere on the boat.

All of them were wearing specially made black iron masks covering their faces, and their heavy black armor had layered dark patterns on it, with inch-long barbs cast on their shoulder armor.

Although he stood still like a pine tree, his whole body exuded the bloody smell tempered by the battlefield.

The most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the black gold flag fluttering on the mast of the giant ship.

The brocade with black background and gold patterns is three meters square, and in the center is embroidered the totem of the Eastern Qin royal family - a nine-headed candle dragon perched above the red flame mountains and rivers.

Although the boat was not as big as the ones of the Fengque clan that Ning Ruan had seen, its appearance was not inferior at all.

In a trance, it seems that I can still see the shadow of the prosperous past of the human race.

The group flew straight onto the boat.

On the deck, General Han, also wearing black armor and looking majestic, strode forward.

Nodding to the teachers.

"Everything has been arranged, please."

Very polite.

Although neither humble nor arrogant, the feeling given to people is that they are not equal at all.

It's more like a subordinate meeting his superior.

This attitude is particularly obvious when facing the mentors from the four major colleges.

Of course, although it was a subordinate meeting his superior, there was no respect at all from the subordinate to the superior.

All in all, it's a very weird attitude.

All the students from the academy were placed on the fourth floor.

Perhaps because there are so few people, it is still a single room.

As they were heading to the room, Instructor Duan suddenly sent a message, "Are you curious about General Han's attitude toward us?"

Have you seen this?

Ning Ruan did not hide it, "A little bit."

Teacher Duan chuckled and sent a voice message: "You should also know that when there were three major colleges, there was no East Qin Empire."

“When you think about it this way, does their attitude seem reasonable?”

"Of course, the East Qin of today is far from being comparable to the East Qin of the past, otherwise the Royal Academy would not have emerged."

"That's it." Ning Ruan nodded.

The main reason why she was confused was that the attitudes of General Han and General Li towards the academy were so different.

One is too polite.

The other is being too impolite.

Now that I think about it, it is probably related to my own strength.

Ning Ruan ate, slept and practiced as usual.

The spirit boat is sailing in the boundless realm, and the long time is actually very boring.

But during these boring days, Ning Ruan would always encounter an unexpected joke occasionally.

Yingbei is the joke.

Under the strict supervision of the instructor at Tianyuan College, he behaved well for three whole days.

Three days later, when his mentors relaxed their supervision of him a little, he started to cause trouble.

It's noon.

He swaggered towards Ning Ruan's residence.

Just as he was about to kick the door, his vision suddenly blurred.

He was trapped in the formation!

"???"

"No, Ning Ruan is sick, right? She actually set up a formation at the door???"

What normal person would set up a formation at the door?

This is still in Dong Qin's spirit boat.

Ying Bei cursed and rushed forward to break the formation.