The heroine of Black Lotus just wants to ascend

There seems to be nothing special about people who can make junior sister express appreciation in her words.

The battle in the ring continues, and White Lotus also faces a high-level Nascent Soul opponent.

Different from Du Angran's situation, this high-level Nascent Soul is a female disciple of the Qingshuang Sect and is also a Le Xiu.

So after considering it for a moment, Bai Lianhua chose to challenge.

The two people playing the piano, one is soft and pleasant, the other is elegant and distant, excluding the music that can pull people into a dreamland at any time, this battle between the musicians is very beautiful.

Le Xiu under the ring could tell who had the upper hand at a glance, but others could only know who won and who lost when they saw the shield condensed around the white lotus being broken.

Bai Lianhua: "I surrender!"

Even though he said he would admit defeat, the person on the other side could not take back the sound blade that had been fired.

I saw those sound blades making many cuts on Bai Lianhua's body, and blood seeped out and was absorbed by the fabric of the dress, just like a few red plums blooming.

Even his cheek was cut with a large gash by the sound blade, looking embarrassed and pitiful.

“Zheng’

As the last sound of music fell, Yuan Qingyan stopped playing the guqin. After retracting her hands, she sat there quietly and looked at the guqin in front of her.

Wu Qirui: "On the fifth stage, Qingshuang Sect Yuan Qingyan wins!"

Bai Lianhua only suffered some superficial injuries, but Qingxuan's eyes turned red with distress. He stood up and took her back to Chiyang Mountain for treatment.

Ru Xiyao and Mo Shang were not surprised by this, and they did not have any emotional ups and downs.

And as time passed little by little, people at the peak of Nascent Soul gradually came up to challenge the No. 1 arena.

Looking at the man who was pressed down and beaten by Wang Liao on the No. 1 ring, and the shimmering eight-edged hammer in Wang Liao's hands.

Mo Shang couldn't help but frown. The peak of Nascent Soul was in his hands and he had no power to fight back?

Ru Xiyao: "This Wang Liao's side weapon turns out to be a pair of hammers. He is a good dancer and matches him well."

Contrary to Mo Shang's worries, Ru Xiyao's eyes brightened slightly when she saw the battle on the No. 1 arena, faintly revealing her expectation. Only if the opponent is strong enough would it be interesting!

It was not until a long time after Arena No. 1 returned to calm that Ru Xiyao stood up and landed on Arena No. 1 in a flash.

Ru Xiyao: "Fuyun sent Ru Xiyao to challenge me. Please give me some advice."

When Wang Liao heard the person announcing his sect and name, his eyes flashed and he said loudly, "Are you the disciple of the Fuyun Sect who has the Tianling Root?"

Ru Xiyao: "It's me."

Wang Liao: "It is said that the Heavenly Spiritual Root is a unique talent for cultivating immortals. It is one of a kind, but your cultivation is somewhat inconsistent with the rumors."

"Not as good as an ordinary disciple of my Muyang Sect, too weak."

As soon as others got on the ring, they started fighting, but Ru Xiyao got on the ring and was provoked first? Is this the unique treatment of Tianlinggen?

Ru Xiyao: "Oh, it turns out that all the disciples of Muyang Sect are in the God Transformation Stage?"

"In this case, the Muyang Sect should not be ranked fifth among the Immortal Cultivation Sects. It is not an exaggeration to say it is the first."

Wang Liao choked and quickly turned to look at the leader of the Muyang faction. Seeing his ugly face, he secretly screamed in his heart that it was bad, he was talking too much about bad things!

Looking back, Wang Liao couldn't help but feel a little more angry. This woman was really hateful. It was obviously just a personal matter and she had to be involved in the ranking of the sect.

Ru Xiyao didn't care about Wang Liao's angry glare. Seeing him take out the two eight-edged hammers, she also took out the Questioning Heart Sword.

The two eight-edged hammers weighing a hundred kilograms were in Wang Liao's hands, and they were danced with great ferocity.

After Ru Xiyao nimbly dodged the eight-edged hammer coming towards her, she kicked her toes on the pillar of the arena, and the Questioning Heart Sword in her hand flew towards Wang Jian with thunderous momentum.

"Click"

Wang Liao's hands were crossed together, and the two eight-edged hammers used to block were cut off in the middle.

Although the extremely sharp sword energy was somewhat dispersed, it still made a long gash on his body, and the blood instantly dyed his clothes red, which was very dazzling.

Wang Liao: "My eight-edged silver star hammer!"

"It is a superior spiritual weapon! How could it be cut off?!"

Wang Liao looked at the eight-edged silver star hammer that was broken into two halves on his hand, and his heart was dripping with pain. His master had spent a lot of effort to find this for him!

Seeing Wang Liao standing there in a daze, Ru Xiyao wanted to laugh, but felt that she couldn't laugh at this time. She said with a slightly serious expression: "The fight is not over yet. Shouldn't you worry about yourself? ?”

"It's just a high-quality spiritual weapon. If it breaks, it will break. What's the fuss about it?"

"Anyway, the Muyang Sect ranks first among the Immortal Cultivation Sects. It is a small matter to replenish you with a handful of immortal weapons."

When he suddenly heard what Ru Xiyao said, Wang Liao was almost angry to death. Even the top-ranked immortal cultivating sect might not be able to just hand out a few immortal weapons to its disciples, right?

However, Wang Liao had no intention of fighting at this moment. He stared closely at the long sword in Ru Xiyao's hand and asked with suppressed anger: "Is this sword in your hand an immortal weapon?"

Ru Xiyao: "That's not true."

Wang Liao: "How can it be possible to cut off my eight-edged silver star hammer if it is not an immortal weapon!"

Ru Xiyao: "You really have no discernment. This is a divine weapon. The light lingering around it cannot be revealed by injecting spiritual power."

Wang Liao: "Artifact?!"

After Wang Liao was stunned, his eyes suddenly became a little more surprised. It turned out to be a divine weapon! I really didn't expect it!

Ru Xiyao: "You are smiling so happily because you want to take the artifact in my hand and make it your own?"

Wang Liao narrowed his eyes and did not answer yes or no. He directly injected spiritual power into the broken eight-sided silver star hammer in his hand and threw it towards Ru Xiyao at a tricky angle.

While Ru Xiyao was dodging, his figure flashed and came to her side, and the fist in his hand hit her heavily with the sound of wind.

Wang Liao: "You destroyed my eight-edged silver star hammer, so use your own artifact to compensate!"

Ru Xiyao: "Idiots are talking about dreams!"

Ru Xiyao quickly opened the distance between her and Wang Liao, and the divine sword in her hand condensed spiritual power and struck Wang Liao directly.

puff…

Even though Wang Liao avoided most of the damage, he still suffered serious internal injuries, and a mouthful of blood spurted directly onto the ring.

Ru Xiyao: "You lost."

Looking at the sword tip that was only an inch away from his chest, Wang Liao's originally pale and pale face seemed to darken at this moment. He said coldly: "If you didn't have this magical weapon in your hand, you would never lose today." I!"

Ru Xiyao: "Oh, you have a divine weapon. You would choose to offer it to your ancestor instead of using it in battle, right?"

"Then you are really smart."

Wang Liao's face was a little gloomy, and for a moment he couldn't find anything to say to defend himself. If he had a magical weapon, he certainly wouldn't just put it on the shelf.

Ru Xiyao: "Cultivation as an immortal requires not only innate conditions, but also hard work and luck. All three are indispensable."

"Senior Brother Wang, I accept the offer."