The five red carpets were all in full swing, with people constantly being promoted and others being defeated. Every time she watched one more show, Ruyi felt even more uncertain. She felt that her own strength was too far behind the people on the court, even if she was
The first one to be eliminated and the least successful one are probably a few points better than themselves.
Unknowingly, it was already afternoon time, and Ruyi, who was practicing the art of fasting, naturally didn't feel hungry, but she wanted to eat something to relieve her nervousness.
She looked around and saw that both the people fighting on the stage and the people watching below had their own weapons. She wanted to be shameless and borrow a weapon. But even if she borrowed it, I'm afraid others might not lend it to her.
Weapons are personal belongings to her, so how can they be given to others casually?
Ruyi was somewhat complaining about the great monk who brought the saponins yesterday. If he hadn't dragged his senior brother away to discuss various Taoism and Dharma, he would not have been forced into such a situation.
When I was thinking wildly, I suddenly heard someone calling my name.
"Xiaoyaomen, Ruyi; Emei Sect, Yunxi."
When she looked up, she saw that the person calling her name was a disciple of the Kunlun Sect, the proprietor. It was her turn to play!
How come it's so fast...
Ruyi's hands and feet were weak, she was breaking out in cold sweat, and she didn't even know how she got to the red carpet.
A disciple of the Kunlun Sect introduced the rules, but Ruyi didn't listen to a word he said.
Her mind was completely blank, her eyes staring at Yun Xi who was standing opposite with a smile on her face.
Why are her swords so bright? They are so bright... Otherwise, we should discuss with her and let her share a sword with her...
During this panic, Ruyi felt that it was difficult to breathe, like a stranded fish, gasping for air.
She didn't know whether she looked scared or not, but she tried her best to hold on and stand there.
After explaining the rules, the disciples of the Kunlun Sect handed each of them a certificate, with three big characters at the beginning - certificate of life and death.
Ruyi held the brush in her hand and was stunned by this situation.
Why, it's just a competition, why do you need to sign a life and death certificate...
Could it be that his life is still in danger?
She looked at the disciple of the Kunlun Sect who came over with the petition in confusion.
"Miss Ruyi, didn't you hear what I just said?"
Ruyi said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I was distracted just now."
"Swords are ruthless, fists and feet have no eyesight. Although we encourage you to stick to the limit, there is no guarantee that you will not miss and get hurt. I signed this petition just to be prepared, so you don't need to worry too much. If you can't hold on on the court, you can just admit defeat.
." said the Kunlun disciple.
"Oh." Ruyi took the pen and wrote the word "Ruyi" on the paper with trembling hands. The handwriting was crooked and twisted, and it was obvious at a glance that she was anxious.
This Kunlun sect disciple was quite good. Seeing her like this, he softly said to her: "Fight well."
His words of concern were like a life-saving straw. Ruyi quickly asked: "Um... are there any weapons you can provide me with?"
The disciple of the Kunlun Sect just said a kind word, but he didn't expect to get such a ridiculous request.
He shook his head, suppressing a smile and said: "This is really not the case. Everyone who plays carries their own weapons."
Hearing them say this, the onlookers also laughed. I have never heard of anyone going out without weapons. Many people value weapons more than their lives. People are more important than swords...
This is the first time for everyone to borrow weapons when going out for a fight.