Three days passed in a blink of an eye.
In the past three days, Ning Ruan has not left Guanhaixuan.
But outside, it was not calm because of her disappearance.
As the first monk to leave a three-inch sword mark on the Black Sword Stone with the cultivation of the Fourth Realm, not many people may know Ning Ruan's name.
But its image has already spread throughout Guangyao Island.
So much so that as soon as she left Guanhaixuan, she could clearly sense that countless eyes were falling on her, either overtly or covertly.
And this kind of gaze became even more obvious after arriving in the square.
"Qing Yi, black sword box, it should be her, right?"
"That's her. I saw it with my own eyes when I signed up last time. I will never admit her mistake."
"I really can't tell, how did she do it? Is the cultivation of the fourth realm better than the fifth realm like us?"
"The five realms are obviously deeper than the sword marks carved by many six realms."
"It's still hard to believe. Is she also stronger than us?"
"..."
Ning Ruan didn't pay attention to the whispers of the sword cultivators around him.
She was looking up at a dark vortex in mid-air that was as tall as two people.
no doubt.
This thing is designated as the entrance to a secret realm.
In a trial, the secret realm was used, which was really beyond her expectation.
And even more unexpected.
Still outside the square, Jiang Fenghui and the monk surnamed Wu were mixed in the crowd and looking at the sword cultivators in the square.
They are not swordsmen, and the selection competition has nothing to do with them.
Even watching the excitement, they were not very interested.
But the two of them... still came.
As for the reason, there is only one reason, and that is the female swordsman in blue who has been almost praised to the sky recently.
When they first heard the news, the two of them couldn't believe it at all.
Or it's just a joke.
Either it was a coincidence, or maybe another female cultivator from the Four Realms dressed similarly came to the square.
But this possibility... Even Jiang Feng himself couldn't believe it.
Until now.
Seeing that familiar figure falling, the monks around him subconsciously stepped aside to make way for her.
The two of them could no longer deceive themselves.
"...Fellow Daoist Jiang, I'm afraid we two really made a mistake this time." Monk Fang, who was wearing a navy blue robe, sighed.
Jiang Feng's face turned ugly, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence, "The trials haven't started yet. Carving a three-inch sword mark is really powerful, but it doesn't mean that she is necessarily strong.
A real battle involves many aspects, which cannot be compensated by her cultivation at all. The cultivation of the four realms...such as the sword when she signed up, how many swords can her spiritual power support her to swing?
After all, the spiritual power in the Dantian of a fifth-level monk who is also a sword cultivator is always more pure and rich than hers. "
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, you are in trouble. No matter what, the fact that Friend Daoist Ning can stand out in front of so many Da Dao geniuses represents her strength, doesn't it?" The monk surnamed Wu shook his head and said in a deep voice.
Jiang Feng opened his mouth again, but this time he didn't spit out another word.
He just stared blankly at the girl in green shirt who was attracting everyone's attention in the square.
…
Ning Ruan also saw Jiang and Wu outside the square.
But after just one glance, he withdrew his gaze.
Then it fell on the little fat man in front of him who was smiling mischievously.
"..."
"Miss Ning, what a coincidence, we meet again." Tang Fatty Yi greeted happily.
Ning Ruan:...
"...Why are you here?"
"Of course it's because... I also signed up." The little fat man smiled brightly, "Surprise or not, I am also a swordsman."
As he spoke, the little fat man raised his hand, letting Ning Ruan look at a small sword smaller than his finger in his broad palm.
It's simply unspeakably inconsistent.
Ning Ruan:...
No, this guy is actually a sword cultivator?
And what happened to the sword?
Save materials?
Are you starting a business before you grow up?
Just when Ning Ruan looked complicated.
An even more alarming and headache-inducing sound suddenly came from behind.
"You are finally willing to show up. Do you know how many people have been slandering you these days? Are you not angry?"
Mu Yiqiu, wearing a fiery red dress, suddenly appeared behind Ning Ruan with a sword in hand.
He still had the same expression of slightly raising his chin, looking down upon no one.
Ning Ruan turned around and raised her eyes slightly, "I didn't hear you, why are you angry?
Besides, only trash slanders people behind their backs. Otherwise, why wouldn’t you dare say it in front of me? "
