Chapter 307: The Cold Master of Destiny's Cherry Blossom Spirit (11)

The next morning, it was the once-in-a-century "Spiritual Art Competition". All the people in Xuankong Residence, no matter which department they belonged to, would do their best in this competition.

Before leaving, Shaoqing handed her a moon-white inner garment and told her to wear it.

She knew that this must be Mo Baici's intention, so she did not refuse.

This inner garment looked very ordinary, but when she touched it, she could feel a very unusual spiritual power.

A faint, familiar breath.

The Spiritual Art Competition officially started at 3:30 pm. As a judge, Mo Baici could not sit with her.

Sitting next to her was Shaoqing, the favorite of Little Mushroom.

"Yeah, the favorite Shaoqing of Little Mushroom."

Hearing this, Luo Qingchen threw Little Mushroom into Shaoqing's arms and said, "Then let your Shaoqing hold you!"

"Don't, don't, don't..." Little Mushroom struggled twice and jumped back into Luo Qingchen's arms, saying coquettishly, "I like Sister Sakura."

"You are afraid of heat!" Luo Qingchen chuckled and said what he thought.

Today the sky is sunny and the temperature is very high.

She has the Ice Soul Jade on her body, which naturally emits a cool air, so you don't feel hot in her arms.

"Next, please invite Yan Ruoyao from Lingyin Hall to fight Jiang Yunyun from Qiongxian Hall."

The voice of the referee Xiaoxian made Luo Qingchen's smile slowly freeze.

Finally, I'm going to see the female supporting role.

Yan Ruoyao, wearing a water blue long skirt, jumped onto the high platform with a hollow sword in hand. She nodded slightly, her eyes were arrogant and cold, and a faint smile rose at the corner of her mouth.

She was born well, with fair skin and a plump and slender figure. Moon eyebrows and star eyes, charming and boneless.

No wonder Li Jinfeng couldn't forget her and waited for a whole life.

But can the appointment in the previous life really exchange for the long-lasting love in this life?

Luo Qingchen snorted lightly and squinted his eyes to watch the fight on the stage.

"Jiang Yunyun is ranked outside the top 100 among spiritualists, and is definitely not Yan Ruoyao's opponent." Shaoqing's voice sounded in her ears, causing her eyes to narrow slightly.

If she remembered correctly, Yan Ruoyao should be ranked seventh among spiritualists.

This Jiang Yunyun's luck in drawing lots was really bad.

Before she could think about it, a fierce duel had already begun on the central round platform. Although Jiang Yunyun was not as good as Yan Ruoyao in spiritual arts, she was better in swordsmanship.

After all, Jiang Yunyun was the only descendant of the sword immortal Jiuqu, but unfortunately she was not talented enough and had no talent in practicing spiritual arts.

After more than a dozen rounds, Jiang Yunyun was obviously unable to withstand Yan Ruoyao's fierce offensive and retreated while fighting.

"Clang--" With a crisp sound, the sword in Jiang Yunyun's hand had been knocked down by Yan Ruoyao.

She jumped up, wanting to keep her balance and land safely.

But she never thought that Yan Ruoyao would hold the ethereal sword and recite spiritual arts. The palm instantly gathered light green light, and slapped down in the direction of Jiang Yunyun.

In an instant, everyone gasped.

"Ah——" Jiang Yunyun was injured by Yan Ruoyao's palm power, and her body lost balance and fell heavily to the ground. She felt sweet in her mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

Changhai, a junior brother from Qiongxian Palace, rushed up, picked up Jiang Yunyun and angrily scolded: "My senior sister has already lost, why do you have to be so heavy-handed."

Yan Ruoyao's palm, any spiritualist can see that at least broke Jiang Yunyun's ten years of cultivation.

And in the next few days, Jiang Yunyun must retreat to heal his injuries, otherwise it will be more than just ten years of cultivation.

This Yan Ruoyao is really cruel...