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

"Is Ning Ruan not coming?"

"Impossible. The vice president of Qingyun College is here. How could she not come?"

"Then why haven't we seen anyone yet?"

"...Actually, even if she really doesn't come to this kind of competition, it's understandable, but Qingyun Academy might become a joke."

"..."

As soon as Ning Ruan arrived at the square, she heard several monks expressing their high recognition and understanding of the fact that she "might not come".

She doesn't understand...

Not coming? How could he not come?

Ning Ruan slapped the sword case and a red long sword flew out.

She leaped forward and stepped onto the red light.

A clear voice spread everywhere: "I just came late, of course I won't not come."

"As for the reason for coming late..."

"I was so busy writing the book that I forgot."

"???"

brush.

Countless eyes looked in the direction of the voice.

Then they saw a girl in a green shirt standing on a flying sword. There seemed to be a faint smile on her lips, her long black hair flying in the wind. She did not look at all like the cowardly person they had imagined.

The identity of the visitor is obvious.

"Can you please make way?" she asked again.

The crowded crowd was stunned for a moment, then they stepped back to both sides and made way for a passage.

Ning Ruan didn't hesitate and flew on his sword in front of everyone's gaze.

He landed directly on the square, holding in his hand the red sword he had just stepped on.

"Fellow Daoist Ning just mentioned writing a book? I wonder what book it is?"

The Seventh Prince's gentle voice came from the front.

Xiao Rao was sitting next to him, blinking his eyes, with a curious and understanding look: "But the novel you mentioned before? Did you really write it?"

novel?

What it is?

All the monks present were puzzled.

Is it just to write this thing that Ning Ruan came so late?

Ning Ruan's face was calm, with a faint smile on her lips, "Yes, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be sold today."

In the crowd, a chubby figure squeezed forward at the right time and said in a very cooperative voice: "Yes, fellow Taoists can buy it today, at Linglong Pavilion, the price is reasonable, the content is wonderful, you will definitely not regret it if you buy it."

Ning Ruan silently gave the fat boy a thumbs up.

Although her advertisement came out suddenly, the fat boy was able to react quickly and cooperated tacitly. He deserved to make the money!

The little fat boy wanted to say a few more words.

But in mid-air, a sudden pressure came.

Immediately afterwards, a golden light that was so bright that people dared not look directly at it suddenly appeared.

Majestic, powerful, and royal dignity are fully displayed.

The emperor has arrived.

To be precise, it was not him who came.

Just some kind of projection.

But even so, it is enough to show that the Dongqin royal family attaches great importance to this competition.

The reason for taking it seriously, of course, cannot be because the disciples of Qingyun Academy set up a ring here to challenge all cultivators within the eleventh realm.

Mainly because of this disciple, she is ranked 61st on the Tianjiao list.

Moreover, in the spiritual world today, there are many foreign races with different thoughts.

And these foreign races, if nothing unexpected happens, will all participate in this competition.

"Ning Ruan, are you sure you want to accept all the challenges from the monks by defending the ring?"

The emperor's tone was indifferent, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"You still have a chance to change your mind now."

After the change, the defense system will definitely become a pure competition, a fair competition with everyone participating, rather than a group of people taking turns to challenge Ning Ruan.

"No need to change it, let's start now, otherwise it will be time for dinner." Ning Ruan was holding a sword, looking very impatient.

And so it is.

She's already here, if she changes her words now, wouldn't she just be doing advertising?

The emperor raised his eyes, his gaze deepened slightly, and after a moment he nodded slowly, "Then, let's begin."

Vice President Yang of Qingyun College was seated quite close to the front, next to the emperor and the vice presidents of the other three colleges.

He looked down with a smile and said to Ning Ruan, "After all, it's just a competition, try to stop at the right time."

"But..." He changed the subject, "If someone endangers your life, it's okay to ignore the rules temporarily."

These words are very targeted.

At least the aliens present felt that this was a warning to them.

The monks from the Yu family who were already preparing to challenge felt that he was just trying to warn them.

The Yun family, the mother's family of the Fourth Prince who had been attacked by Ning Ruan, also felt that he was trying to warn them.

On the square, all the monks had different thoughts.

"Ning Ruan, I challenge you in the first match." A figure flew out from the crowd. Ning Ruan was familiar with this face. After all, just three days ago, he was kneeling in the square and affectionately called her father.

One of the eight disciples of the Yu family who made it to the Earth List - Yu Zhengyuan.

His younger brother was Yu Zhengqing, who was beaten to death by Mu Yiqiu.

He looked at Ning Ruan expressionlessly. After three days, his emotions had stabilized a lot. At least, there was no deep hatred in his eyes anymore.

"I will suppress my cultivation to the tenth realm. You don't need to use that weird magic you used last time. Fight me in an open battle."

"Ning Ruan, do you dare to accept the challenge?"