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Seeing that Ruan Qingyu had actually agreed, Mo Tiantian was overjoyed and immediately cupped her hands, saying, "Please, Senior Sister Ruan, do not hesitate to give me your guidance!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Ruan Qingyu raised her hand and saw that Mo Tiantian had vanished from her spot in an instant. She blinked involuntarily. Vanished completely?
She quickly released her divine sense, but for a moment she couldn't find Mo Tiantian's figure on the arena. She frowned and began to think; if Mo Tiantian left the arena voluntarily, she would be judged to have lost.
The arena was in normal condition, which meant that Mo Tiantian had used some kind of invisibility spell, which had directly blocked her divine sense.
Thinking of this, Ruan Qingyu did not sit idly by and wait for her death, but immediately concealed her aura.
With both palms slapping to the left and right, the arena was instantly filled with golden and red flames of various shapes, as if signal fireworks had been lit.
"Aren't you coming out yet, Junior Sister Mo?" Ruan Qingyu called out loudly, but the arena remained quiet, and the bold Mo Tiantian was still nowhere to be seen.
Ruan Qingyu moved, stepping into the open space in front of her, her mind on high alert.
The next moment, none of the expected traps appeared. The arena remained empty, and she was alone.
At this moment, Ruan Qingyu was no longer impatient and patiently began to survey the arena.
Once her mind had completely calmed down, Ruan Qingyu noticed a subtle difference. There seemed to be a constant rustling sound in her ears, but the source wasn't behind her.
It seemed to be beneath her, beneath her? Ruan Qingyu suddenly stopped in her tracks, and as she looked down, countless withered leaves and vines flew up.
Ruan Qingyu flipped backward, dodging the sudden attack of the withered vines. Because of this movement, all the withered vines that had been lying in ambush on the ground were now exposed, explaining why Mo Tiantian hadn't spoken earlier.
Now, a single move has far-reaching consequences. After the attack, the withered vine not only exposed itself, but also made it impossible for Mo Tiantian, who was hiding under the withered vine, to remain concealed.
"Ugh, my senior sister found out!" Mo Tiantian clenched her fist in frustration, and with a flick of her right hand, a dark green whip drew a smooth arc.
The whip was tipped with sharp, gleaming spikes, its target being Ruan Qingyu, who stood not far away, having avoided the withered leaves and vines.
Looking at the spikes gleaming with an eerie cold light, Ruan Qingyu guessed that they must be poisoned. She immediately abandoned her attempt to stop the whip with her hands and instead summoned a firebird from behind her.
The firebird first opened its beak and spewed out scorching flames, then charged towards Mo Tiantian. The stray sparks landed on the withered leaves and vines on the ground.
At first, the withered vine could change color to golden red following the sparks, and then it burst into flames with a crackling sound.
In an instant, the entire arena was engulfed in flames. Mo Tiantian had to use hand seals to retract some of the surviving withered vines to quell the fire and prevent it from spreading to her.
The long whip that was supposed to strike Ruan Qingyu was withdrawn at this moment. The firebird was simply too annoying; not only could she not get close, but it also kept disrupting the array plates on her whip.
Each array plate she embedded into the whip took a lot of effort, and now that she couldn't hold out any longer, she might as well just admit defeat.
Mo Tiantian retrieved her magical artifact and jumped backward, landing in a slightly safer spot: "I surrender!"
The damage to the arena caused by the battle was quickly restored. A white light flashed around Mo Tiantian, and as she was about to leave the arena, she smiled at Ruan Qingyu.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Sister. You have excellent eyesight." Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to spot her hiding in the sea of withered leaves and vines he had created at a glance.
In less than an hour, Ruan Qingyu won three consecutive matches and soon ushered in her fourth match in the individual competition.
Below the arena, everyone clearly saw Ruan Qingyu's overwhelming fighting style.
"Having already won three rounds, this Senior Sister Ruan has actually won the individual competition a long time ago."
"The sect should have changed the competition rules long ago. After all, passing the test is only required three rounds. Why keep such a vicious person around to continue tormenting us?" In such important sect matters, some disciples work diligently and strive to obtain resources, while others take advantage of the situation and just want to earn some contribution points.
"Do you think there are many Golden Core stage disciples under a hundred years old? If we don't take turns fighting them all, how will the later ones fight?" someone retorted angrily.
Immediately, the disciples, who had been equally restless, all quieted down. Indeed, disciples who could form their core at a hundred years old were all considered exceptionally talented.
It's just that I happened to encounter the best of the best, which is why I feel dissatisfied.
"I'm curious whether Senior Sister Ruan will still be so invincible if she faces Senior Sister Lu," a disciple suddenly wondered.
Immediately, the others who were originally beside her also nodded in agreement: "Senior Sister Lu has always been the best among our younger generation. In fact, this new Senior Sister Ruan started cultivating a few years later than many of us."
"We have quite a few disciples in our Xuantian Sect, though. I just don't know if we'll be able to see them in the individual competition. If not, we'll have to wait for the team competition."
"Then I'd rather not watch. Team competitions often end in mutual destruction, which would only benefit other sects."
"So what? If we can't go this time, we can go next time." Seeing their enthusiastic discussion, the disciple who had lost early on couldn't help but chime in, also trying to comfort himself.
As more and more disciples entered the waiting area, the empty arenas disappeared, bringing the previously scattered arenas closer together.
At this moment, Ruan Qingyu looked at the arena not far from her, where a woman in purple was stirring up wind and rain, covering her arena area with a layer of mist.
If you're wondering why Ruan Qingyu, who already has an opponent, still has time to watch other people's matches, you'd have to ask her opponent. The person brought by Xiangyun, dressed in black, is lying leisurely on the ground, motionless.
Adhering to the principle of mutual respect, Ruan Qingyu patiently waited for the person to get up. However, it was unclear whether this person was doing it on purpose or genuinely exhausted from the previous match.
Whether Ruan Qingyu explicitly or implicitly pointed out it, he pretended not to know and continued to sleep soundly on the ground. Having seen many ethereal and otherworldly cultivators, he was a rare breed.
In front of the water mirror where the Law Enforcement Hall was located, Cihang glanced at the arena where Ruan Qingyu and Jiang Zimo were with some surprise.
"How come these two are going up against each other? Jiang Zimo has always been very difficult to deal with; there are few in the sect who haven't fallen for her." With a twitch of her eyes, Cihang looked at Wenhe Daojun sitting at the head of the table with a smile.
"Wenhe Daojun, I remember the one who defeated Jiang Zimo last time was your junior, Lu Siyao, right? These two are participating in the competition again this year, so they must be aiming for first place, right?"
Last time, Lu Siyao and Jiang Ziming were still young. Although they were invincible among their fellow cultivators, they still lost to older disciples.
Upon hearing Cihang speak, Daoist Wenhe ignored him and silently looked at the jade slip in his hand.
Seeing this, Cihang looked away with some boredom. He was busy dealing with official business day after day, and he didn't know why anyone would love dealing with such mundane matters.
“Since taking over as acting sect leader, Daoist Wenhe has been diligent every day. He must have taken the time to come today to see Siyao and Daoist Qingchen’s last disciple.” An elder, with great tact, tugged at Cihang’s sleeve, making sure no one else noticed.
Lu Siyao clearly lost to Jiang Zimo just now, and now she's saying it out loud. Isn't that making Wenhe Daojun lose face?
Where no one could see, Wenhe Daojun's usually indifferent expression showed a hint of impatience, and a few dark glints flashed in his eyes.
Another quarter of an hour passed on the arena. Ruan Qingyu was finally unwilling to wait any longer and stepped forward to see what was going on with Jiang Ziming.
With a swift movement, Jiang Zimo vanished from his spot in the next instant.
Looking further ahead, he was still lying on the ground in the same position. However, Ruan Qingyu wasn't blind; this person had clearly been motionless for a while, indicating that the competition had already begun.
The thought that if she encountered a cultivator who attacked without a word in the wild, she would surely be in grave danger. Ruan Qingyu inwardly cursed herself for making such a mistake within the sect.
No matter who the opponent is, we should not let our guard down.
Jiang Ziming finally opened his eyes and looked at Ruan Qingyu with a half-smile: "The closed-door disciple of Daoist Qingchen is nothing special."
As soon as he finished speaking, a wisp of blue-purple smoke quickly drifted toward Ruan Qingyu's face.
Having realized she had underestimated her opponent, Ruan Qingyu had become more vigilant. Seeing the inexplicable smoke hurtling towards her, she quickly dodged behind her.
In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the edge of the arena. A flash of golden-red flame appeared in Ruan Qingyu's eyes, and as she scanned the arena with her divine sense, she found that the surroundings were already shrouded in smoke.
She felt increasingly uneasy, and as Ruan Qingyu cautiously observed her surroundings, a different scene unfolded outside the arena. To others, Ruan Qingyu remained motionless after the two exchanged bows.
No matter what Jiang Ziming said, he didn't get a reply from her. So Jiang Ziming stood aside and waited very politely for Ruan Qingyu to make the first move.
At least from an outsider's perspective, Jiang Zimo made a great show of it.
Liu Yan frowned. She had heard of Jiang Ziming before. He was an extremely powerful array master who could always activate arrays quietly without anyone noticing.
"She's been infected." Liu Feng's expression was unusually serious, and his gaze towards Jiang Ziming carried a hint of disgust.
In the smoke, Ruan Qingyu's divine sense probed around, but she could no longer see the other person's figure. While puzzled, she was unwilling to be controlled by anyone.
Wings sprouted from its back, and it flew upwards, only to find that the size of the space was off. Could its wings really be so small?
Ruan Qingyu turned her head to look at her flame wings, which were now half their original size, and her confusion deepened. After thinking for a moment, she simply snapped her fingers.
In the blink of an eye, a fiery lotus flower appeared in front of her, the firelight reflecting on her face and leaving a shadow around her nose.
At this moment, whether it was a formation, an illusion, or simply a trap she had fallen for, Ruan Qingyu didn't care anymore, letting the Phoenix Divine Fire continue to grow larger.
All strange and unpredictable things can be overcome with force!
With unwavering conviction, Ruan Qingyu had the Phoenix Divine Fire envelop the entire surrounding area.
With a cracking sound, the scene before them seemed to shatter like a broken lens, the view gradually disintegrating. The gazes of the crowd shifted accordingly, the arena appearing as if it had been washed clean by water.
The entire arena was now exposed, a scene of utter devastation. A black array plate occupied the arena, still in operation.
However, her spiritual energy seemed like a shattered porcelain vase, unable to condense and circulate again. It was only then that everyone noticed that Ruan Qingyu's clothes were quite torn and even stained with some unknown substance.
"Was that just an illusion?"
"Didn't anyone notice just now?"
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