Chapter 308: The Cold Master of Destiny's Cherry Blossom Spirit (12)

"If your senior sister wants to admit defeat, just say so. What if her move just now was a fake move, but she was deliberately attacking from behind me? Then I would have fallen into a trap, wouldn't I?" Yan Ruoyao snorted coldly and said righteously: "Spiritual martial arts competitions may accidentally hurt others. If you are afraid, don't sign up next year."

"You... you are clearly making up excuses!" Changhai looked at her with anger in his eyes and said: "She was in front of you, how could she suddenly go behind you!"

Yan Ruoyao's cold eyes narrowed, looking around and said: "Spiritual magic is unpredictable. In a flash, who can really see her position at that time?"

Everyone present looked at each other, but no one spoke. Yan Ruoyao said this because she was the seventh spiritualist in Xuankongju. In a duel between masters, one cannot underestimate the enemy.

She did not take Jiang Tiantian's life, so it did not violate the rules of the spiritual martial arts competition.

However——

The next second, a soft and sticky voice sounded, which scared everyone present.

"Little Mushroom saw it--"

"Shua--" All eyes looked in the direction of Luo Qingchen from the ninth step.

Little Mushroom shrank his neck nervously and whispered: "Sister Sakura, did I say something wrong..."

"Shua--"

In an instant, before Luo Qingchen could respond. A cyan light had taken Little Mushroom out of Luo Qingchen's arms.

She reacted very quickly and stood up instantly. She used all her spiritual power to hold Little Mushroom in the air and threw it in the direction of Changqing.

The pink Sakura spiritual power collided violently with the cyan light. Luo Qingchen frowned slightly, jumped up, and jumped directly onto the central platform.

"Oh, isn't this a fake who has been pretending to be me for a hundred years?" Yan Ruoyao narrowed her eyes, looked at her with disdain and hatred, and said: "Don't you feel ashamed?"

If it comes to hatred, the person Yan Ruoyao hates the most in her life must be Luo Qingchen.

Why did that humble cherry blossom demon enjoy the pampering for a whole hundred years instead of her!

"Little cherry blossom demon, you... you are not... her opponent, don't go..." Jiang Yunyun frowned, her cheeks were as pale as paper, but she did not forget to remind Luo Qingchen on the high platform.

After all, if it weren't for the incident provoked by Chang Hai, she would not have to compete with Yan Ruoyao at this moment to save her mushroom.

Luo Qingchen glanced at Jiang Yunyun, nodded gently and said: "It's okay."

In terms of spiritual skills, she really couldn't beat Yan Ruoyao, but she had the Linglong Ring, everything was still unknown.

"Haha——" In an instant, Yan Ruoyao laughed twice and looked at Luo Qingchen and said, "You are a small cherry blossom demon, but you are so arrogant. People who don't know you would think you are so powerful!"

"Although I don't know how much power you have, you are really good at talking." She smiled coldly and looked at Yan Ruoyao and said, "Don't talk if you can do it, okay?"

"You..." Yan Ruoyao gritted her teeth and looked at the judges first. Seeing that Xingjun and Mo Baici did not object, she raised her eyebrows and smiled and said, "Don't regret it."

After that, she held up the ethereal sword, and a green light flashed on her body. It seemed that she had used up all her spiritual arts to attack Luo Qingchen.

"Clang——" Her eyebrows gathered and she tried her best to dodge all her attacks.

Although her spiritual power was weak, she had not forgotten many moves. The original owner was a thousand-year-old cherry blossom spirit after all, and it was still very easy to dodge a few inferior attacks.

After a hundred rounds, Yan Ruoyao did not gain the upper hand.

She looked fierce, and at the moment of attacking Luo Qingchen, she threw the white powder in her sleeves in another direction.

Luo Qingchen was startled, and in the blink of an eye, she had nowhere to dodge. She had to either take Yan Ruoyao's palm or be hit by the white powder.