The heroine of Black Lotus just wants to ascend

Looking at the figure that flew away directly, Bai Lianhua's eyes were a little stunned. Why was it different from what she thought?

If so, how can her plan proceed?!

Bai Lianhua's eyes flickered, and she didn't know what she was thinking. She didn't stay for long before leaving the martial arts arena.

After Ru Xiyao returned to Lulin Xiaozhu, she first looked at Ling Cui's condition and saw that it was still absorbing spiritual energy on its own without any other reaction. Then she went to the bed and began to meditate.

Ling Qing also left Ru Xiyao's wrist and curled up on the corner of the bed, absorbing the spiritual energy in the spirit stone and practicing together with Ru Xiyao.

The second day of the sect competition.

Before the end of yesterday, the people guarding the ring had already boarded their respective arenas, and the seats under the arena were already full.

Wu Qirui: "All ten ring guards have arrived, and today's competition officially begins."

After Wu Qirui announced the start, he returned to his seat and sat down. Everyone's eyes were focused on the ten arenas.

No one came up to challenge the No. 1 and No. 10 arenas yesterday, and the cultivation levels of the disciples standing on the other arenas were not much different.

There are six people in the Nascent Soul stage, and the remaining two are Bai Lianhua in the fifth arena, who is in the middle stage of the Golden Core, and Du Angran in the second stage, who was promoted to the middle stage of the Golden Core in the battle.

Yesterday's defense, the most interesting ones were the No. 2 and No. 4 arenas. Du Angran from the Zihong faction fought in leaps and bounds, becoming more and more courageous as he fought, while Rui Feibai from the Sun-destroying faction was decisive and ruthless, winning every game.

Mo Shang: "When will junior sister be ready to take the ring?"

Ru Xiyao: "No hurry, just wait."

"Almost all the disciples of the Golden Core Stage entered the arena yesterday, so today it is the turn of the Nascent Soul Stage."

"I want to see how many games White Lotus can last."

Mo Shang: "Well, it's better to wait."

"However, if Bai Lianhua and Du Angran are excluded, which arena will junior sister choose?"

Ru Xiyao: "If we exclude Arena No. 2 and Arena No. 5, I will probably choose Arena No. 1 for the remaining ones."

"In the early stage of becoming a god, he is not much different from me. Although it is not easy to deal with, it is not particularly difficult."

"Wouldn't it be great if we could get an opportunity to break through to the Divine Transformation Stage?"

Ru Xiyao's tone was full of confidence, and she seemed to have made a decision in her heart, and even felt a little eager to try.

In response to this, Mo Shang couldn't help but smile. The answer he imagined was not much different from what his junior sister said.

The junior sister has the Wenxin Sword in her hand and is at the peak of the Yuanying stage. Those disciples in the middle and high stages of the Yuanying stage cannot last long in her hands, and there is no suspense about winning.

A battle that can be easily won does not need to be included in the target, or even expend more energy for it.

Even Rui Feibai from the Sun-Destroying Sect could only hold on for a while longer than the others and would not put any pressure on his junior sister.

As for Shen Yingxin, who didn't choose the No. 10 arena, in his opinion, he had to advance step by step from low to high!

And with that status in mind, the head of the Qingshuang Sect always prepares some good things for his daughter.

If the junior sister steps onto the No. 10 ring and is the first person to take the lead, even if she wins, her physical condition will probably not be able to withstand the next wave of battle.

In that case, wouldn't it mean that I have made a wedding dress for others in vain?

Even though Mo Shang's thoughts were spinning, the expression on his face did not change at all. He only said to Ru Xiyao in a gentle tone through voice transmission: "Junior sister's thoughts coincide with mine, so I wish you first. Everything went smoothly today."

Ru Xiyao: "Senior brother, don't worry. If nothing else, I will always have a place in the top ten."

"Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of the Questioning Heart Sword in my hand?"

Mo Shang: "That's the way it is."

"With Ling Qing here, why not fight for the top five?"

Ru Xiyao: "If I can enter the divine transformation stage... I would like to strive for the top three."

After saying that, Ru Xiyao felt a little embarrassed. Why did she say this accidentally?

Now she hasn't even made it into the top ten yet, she's just thinking about the top three, which gives people the feeling of bragging and daydreaming. It's not advisable to do two things at once!

Ru Xiyao: "Well, that's just a goal. Senior brother, please don't laugh at me."

Mo Shang: "Why are you laughing? I believe in junior sister's ability."

Listening to Mo Shang's serious words, Ru Xiyao felt for a moment that she did have the ability to sweep everyone away and occupy the top three positions.

But it's too early to say anything now. After all, the battle is changing rapidly, and no one can predict what will happen in the next second.

But Ru Xiyao's mood at the moment was indeed relaxed a lot because of Mo Shang's unconditional trust. She raised her lips and smiled, and said playfully: "If senior brother says so, then I will accept it shamelessly. "

"Even if we are brothers and sisters, I will not show mercy during the decisive battle!"

Mo Shang's face was full of smiles, and when he looked at Ru Xiyao, the tenderness in his eyes seemed to be about to overflow.

If he were to meet his junior sister with swords in a decisive battle, he would definitely be full of flaws and have no chance of winning.

……

The battle in the arena today was indeed much more exciting than yesterday. Compared to the Golden Core monks, the Nascent Soul monks had much more actual combat experience.

The reaction is extremely fast, the movements are never sloppy, and every battle in the arena gives people a hearty feeling, with eyes fixed on them and full of interest.

The one who came up to challenge on the second stage was a male disciple who was at the peak of the Yuan Ying of the Sun Destroying Sect. He had regular features and was tall and strong. Compared to the fair and thin Du Angran, his appearance gave people a sense of oppression, let alone his cultivation. Suppressed.

Du Angran: "I give up."

As soon as the male disciple of the Sun-Destroying Sect showed his dual axes, he heard the person opposite him admit defeat. He couldn't help but look confused. He won so easily?

It wasn't until Wu Qirui announced the result that the male disciple of the Sun-Destroying Sect accepted the fact.

He won a round without making a move, which was an unexpected surprise for him, so that he could be in the best condition to face the next challenger.

Du Angran, on the other hand, walked down the ring with a normal expression and headed towards the seat of the Zihong Sect, not caring at all about the incomprehensible looks from the people around him.

In this regard, Ru Xiyao somewhat appreciated his calmness. Although participation in the sect competition was important, the gap in cultivation was too large. Why persist in a battle that was destined to be lost?

Mo Shang: "This Du Angran is quite interesting. He surrenders without fighting. Most people really can't do that."

"But we are facing disciples of the Sun Destroying Sect, so it is appropriate to do this."

Ru Xiyao: "Yes, even if we surrender without a fight, it won't look good in terms of face."

"But the difference in cultivation is too big. This way, we can avoid unnecessary damage."

"This Du Angran can not only leapfrog challenges, take advantage, and control the battle situation, but he can also calmly withdraw."

"If his cultivation level were higher, he would be a formidable opponent."

Hearing what Ru Xiyao said, Mo Shang couldn't help but look at Du Angran who was sitting at the Zihong Sect's seat, with a bit of pickiness in his eyes.