"It would be better if your senior sister admits defeat and just says it. If the move she just made was a false move, but she deliberately went around behind me to attack, wouldn't I have fallen into the trap?" Yan Ruoyao snorted coldly, speaking righteously. He said: "There is a possibility of accidentally injuring others in the Spiritual Arts Association. If you are afraid, just don't sign up next year."
"You...you are clearly using strong words to make excuses!" Changhai looked at her with anger in his eyes and said, "How could she suddenly go behind you when she is in front of you!"
Yan Ruoyao narrowed her eyes coldly, looked around and said, "Spiritual arts are unpredictable. Between the lightning and flint, who can really see where she was at that time?"
Everyone present looked at each other, but no one spoke. Yan Ruoyao was also the seventh spiritual magician in Xuankongju. In a duel between masters, he really could not underestimate his opponent.
She didn't take Jiang Tiantian's life, so she didn't violate the rules of spiritual martial arts.
However-
The next second, a soft voice sounded, startling everyone present.
"Little Mushroom saw-"
"Uh-huh!" All eyes were turned towards Luo Qingchen from the ninth floor of the stairs.
Xiao Mushroom shrank his neck nervously and whispered: "Sister Sakura, did I say something wrong..."
"call out-"
For a moment, before Luo Qingchen could respond. A ray of cyan light had already brought the little mushroom out of Luo Qingchen's arms.
She reacted very quickly and stood up instantly. Using all his spiritual power, he hugged the small mushroom in the air and threw it in the direction of Chang Qing.
The pink cherry blossom spiritual power collided violently with the cyan light. Luo Qingchen frowned slightly and jumped directly onto the central high platform.
"Hey, isn't this the impostor who has assumed my identity for a hundred years?" Yan Ruoyao narrowed her eyes, looking at her with disdain and hatred in her eyes and said, "Don't you feel ashamed?"
When it comes to hatred, there is no doubt that the person Yan Ruoyao hates most in her life is Luo Qingchen.
Why did that humble Sakura Demon enjoy a hundred years of pampering on her behalf
"Little Sakura Demon, you... you are not... her opponent, don't go..." Jiang Yunyun frowned, his cheeks were as pale as paper, but he did not forget to remind Luo Qingchen on the high platform.
After all, if Chang Hai hadn't provoked the incident, she wouldn't have competed with Yan Ruoyao just to save her mushrooms at this moment.
Luo Qingchen glanced at Jiang Yunyun, nodded slightly and said, "It doesn't matter."
She really couldn't beat Yan Ruoyao in terms of spiritual skills, but she had the Linglong Ring, so everything was still unknown.
"Haha-" In an instant, Yan Ruoyao looked up to the sky and laughed twice, looked at Luo Qingchen and said: "A little cherry blossom demon, with a big tone. People who don't know, would think you are so powerful!"
"Although I don't know how much ability you have, you are really good at talking." She smiled coldly, looked at Yan Ruoyao and said, "If you can do something, just don't talk, okay?"
"You..." Yan Ruoyao gritted her teeth and first looked at the judges' bench. Seeing that neither Xingjun nor Mo Baici had any objection, she raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "Don't regret it."
After saying that, she picked up the Sky Spirit Sword, her body glowing with green light, and she seemed to have used all her spiritual skills to attack in Luo Qingchen's direction.
"Kang Dang-" She frowned, dodging all her attacks as much as possible.
Although her spiritual power is weak, she has not forgotten many of her moves. The original owner was a thousand-year-old Sakura spirit, so it was easy to dodge a few unsound attacks.
After a hundred rounds, Yan Ruoyao still did not gain the upper hand.
She looked hard, and at the moment she attacked Luo Qingchen, she scattered the white powder in her sleeves in another direction.
Luo Qingchen was startled in her heart. She had nowhere to dodge between the lightning and flint. She would either receive Yan Ruoyao's palm, or she would be hit with the white powder. (To be continued)