Early the next morning, there will be the "Spiritual Arts Martial Arts Competition" that takes place once in a century. Everyone in Xuankongju, no matter which magic department they belong to, will try their best in this martial arts competition.
Before going out, Shaoqing handed her a moon-white undergarment and told her to wear it.
She knew that this must be Mo Baici's intention, so she did not refuse.
This lining looks very ordinary, but when you touch it, you can feel an unusual spiritual power.
A faint, familiar smell.
The spiritual martial art competition officially started at three quarters of noon. As a judge, Mo Baici could not sit with her.
Sitting next to her was Xiao Mushroom's favorite Shaoqing.
"Yeah, Xiao Mushroom's favorite Shaoqing."
Upon hearing this, Luo Qingchen threw the little mushroom into Shaoqing's arms and said, "Then let your Shaoqing hold you!"
"Don't, don't—" Little Mushroom struggled twice before jumping back into Luo Qingchen's arms, and said coquettishly, "I like Sister Yinghua."
"Are you afraid of the heat?" Luo Qingchen chuckled and expressed his thoughts.
The sky is bright and sunny today, and the temperature is extremely high.
She has the Ice Soul Jade on her body, which naturally exudes a cool air, so you won't feel hot when you are in her arms.
“I’d like to invite Yan Ruoyao from Lingyin Palace to fight against Jiang Yunyun from Qiongxian Palace.”
The referee Xiaoxian's voice slowly made the smile on Luo Qingchen's face freeze.
Finally, it’s time to meet the female supporting cast.
Yan Ruoyao was wearing a long aqua dress and jumped onto the high platform with an ethereal sword in hand. He nodded slightly, his eyes were arrogant and cold, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
She was born well, with fair skin and a plump and graceful figure. Moon eyebrows and starry eyes, alluring and boneless.
No wonder, Li Jinfeng never forgot her and waited for her for a whole life.
But can an appointment in a previous life really lead to lasting love in this life
Luo Qingchen snorted lightly and narrowed his eyes at the fight on the stage.
"Jiang Yunyun ranks among the top 100 spiritual masters, so he is definitely no match for Yan Ruoyao." Shaoqing's voice rang in her ears, making her eyes narrow slightly.
If she remembered correctly, Yan Ruoyao should be ranked seventh among spiritual masters.
Jiang Yunyun's luck in drawing lots was really bad.
Before she could think too much, a fierce duel had already begun on the central circular platform. Although Jiang Yunyun is not as good as Yan Ruoyao in spiritual arts, her swordsmanship is superior.
After all, Jiang Yunyun is the only descendant of Mr. Sword Immortal Jiuqu, but unfortunately he is not talented enough and has no talent in practicing spiritual arts.
After more than a dozen rounds, it was obvious that Jiang Yunyun could no longer withstand Yan Ruoyao's fierce offensive and retreated.
"Clang-" There was a crisp sound, and the sword in Jiang Yunyun's hand had been struck down by Yan Ruoyao.
She jumped up, hoping to stabilize her balance and land safely.
But he never thought that Yan Ruoyao would hold the Sky Spirit Sword and recite spiritual techniques. A light green light instantly gathered in the palm of his hand, and he slapped Jiang Yunyun in the direction of the palm.
In an instant, everyone took a breath of cold air.
"Ah—" Jiang Yunyun was injured by Yan Ruoyao's palm, and his body lost balance and fell heavily to the ground. I saw something sweet in her mouth, and she vomited a large mouthful of blood.
Junior brother Chang Hai, who also came from Qiongxian Palace, rushed up. He picked up Jiang Yunyun and scolded him angrily: "My senior sister has already lost, why do you have to be so harsh?"
Any spiritualist could see that Yan Ruoyao's palm had shattered Jiang Yunyun's ten years of cultivation at least.
And Jiang Yunyun must retreat to heal his wounds in the following days, otherwise it will not be as simple as ten years of cultivation.
This Yan Ruoyao is really cruel... (To be continued)