The Emperor is kidnapped, and the useless daughter destroys the three realms

Chapter 225 Golden Cloud Dragon

Xia Zhirou was first hit on the jaw, and then was hit back with a fierce punch. She was in pain twice, but she couldn't find any fault with Ruan Xihe's words.

"Ruan Xihe, I'll remember you." Xia Zhirou stared at her gloomily, "I hope you can be so arrogant on the battle stage later!"

Hearing this, Ruan Xihe raised her eyebrows, her charming eyes as calm as water as she glanced at Xia Zhirou.

After just one glance, she looked away.

It seemed that if she looked at it for one more second, her eyes would become dirty.

Xia Zhirou felt quite pressured under Ruan Xihe's gaze. She swallowed, gradually clenched her fists, and tensed her body.

But she didn't know what she was thinking about, and then she looked confident, loosened her hand, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Wait, she will definitely beat Ruan Xihe until he kneels down and begs for mercy!

Ruan Xihe had turned around and was the first to walk onto the fighting stage.

She spoke calmly, responding to Xia Zhirou's previous words, "Let's wait and see."

Jing Xuan made a gesture to Ruan Xihe from the audience, silently cheering her on.

Ruan Xihe responded with a smile.

Watching the two people interacting as if they were alone, Xia Zhirou pinched her palms and strode onto the fighting stage.

"bring it on."

She threw her ID card into the crystal interface beside her, and Xia Zhirou's battle information instantly lit up on the crystal interface.

Cultivation level: First level of Spiritual Emperor.

Ruan Xihe also put her identity card into the crystal interface, but the next second, she realized that her cultivation level was suppressed to the first level of Spirit Emperor by the fighting platform.

Noticing that Ruan Xihe was a little stunned, Xia Zhirou smiled silently.

Silly!

She certainly didn't know that the academy's fighting arena would suppress the cultivation of both parties to the same level because of the free challenge.

When Jingxuan saw this scene, she immediately realized that Ruan Xihe didn't know this rule.

"Ruan Ruan, the two people on the battle stage will be suppressed to the same level, and Xia Zhirou is a weapon refiner, you have to be careful--"

As soon as he finished speaking, the battle stage made a buzzing sound and a protective shield lit up.

This is to prevent the disciples on the fighting stage from being ambushed or disturbed by attacks from below the stage during the fight.

After hearing Jing Xuan's words, Ruan Xihe finally understood.

No wonder Xia Zhirou dared to challenge her.

Looking at Xia Zhirou at this time, she looked confident, as if she had already won.

Everyone thought that after Ruan Xihe knew this rule, he would be horrified, panicked, and even beg for mercy.

After all, the two people on the fighting stage have equal cultivation levels, but Xia Zhirou obviously has more practical experience, and she is also a real weapon refiner, so she must have a lot of treasures on her.

Unexpectedly, Ruan Xihe just looked at Xia Zhirou with a smile.

"Just competing is a bit too boring, isn't it?"

"How about... we add some spice to the game and place a bet?"

Everyone: “…” Is she stupid?

Jing Xuan: “…” His train of thought is quite impressive, indeed comparable to that of his own brother.

Xia Zhirou: “…” Was she scared silly by herself?

Although she thought so in her heart, Xia Zhirou still agreed to her request because she was sure that she would win.

"can."

Xia Zhirou turned her wrist, and a silver sword made of black stone floated in the air.

This sword is two feet and one inch long. The blade glows coldly under the light, and is extremely majestic. The blade is like autumn frost, exuding a chilling chill.

"This is... the black stone sword that Xia Zhirou refined at her birthday party last year!"

"This is a high-level spiritual weapon of heavenly grade, just a little bit away from reaching the immortal grade."

"Xia Zhirou is really willing to use it as a bet."

"..."

Hearing what everyone said, Xia Zhirou snorted softly.

She placed the sword steadily on the display stand beside her and looked disdainful.

"My bet is this sword. I wonder what you can come up with?"

Ruan Xihe glanced at her and smiled, "My bet? It's myself."

Everyone is puzzled.

Xia Zhirou was even more confused.

Ruan Xihe explained: "If I lose, I will leave Nanzhan College immediately and will no longer be a disciple of Nanzhan College."

"Is this true?"

Hearing her words, Xia Zhirou's breathing quickened.

Seeing that Ruan Xihe did not deny it, she immediately agreed to the bet set by both parties.

at this time.

Behind the house not far from the fighting stage.

Ou Ye hid behind the wall and stuck his head out to secretly pay attention to the situation here.

After hearing the bet between the two, her eyes sank slightly and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Ruan Xihe ah Ruan Xihe...

When that happens, you can just prepare to be kicked out of Nanzhan College!

Once she leaves Nanzhan College, she doesn't believe those people will still protect her!

Then she can avenge herself and her brother!

...

Seeing the bet set by the two, Jingxuan frowned slightly.

She always felt that what happened today was a trap set up by Xia Zhirou, waiting for Ruan Xihe to fall into it.

If she was not careful, she would probably be forced out of the academy by Xia Zhirou, and if she left the academy, she would probably attract attacks and retaliation from many people.

After all, she has the highest level of talent and is from a small country...

Thinking of this, Jingxuan rarely showed a solemn look.

do not care.

If she was really expelled from the academy, she would take Ruan Xihe back to Xuanwu Mountain. In short, she would not let Ruan Xihe be bullied.

On the battlefield.

Ruan Xihe was dressed in red, with flying hair, and stood aside with bare hands.

Her eyebrows were relaxed, her eyes were full of smiles, and the teardrop mole under her left eye seemed real or illusory in the light, outlining her entire little face in an exquisite and charming manner.

Opposite her, Xia Zhirou was wearing a pink dress. Her pretty face was instantly looked ugly when she stood next to Ruan Xihe.

Not only that, she was also wearing a defensive spiritual weapon, which made her look even more bulky. In her hand, she was holding a high-level spiritual sword of the immortal grade, which made her look too defensive.

In the middle of the two people, that is, in the middle of the fighting stage, there is a thin light curtain separating the two people.

After confirming that the two were ready, a mechanical voice sounded on the battle stage.

"The competition begins!"

As the voice fell, the light curtain in the middle disappeared, and Xia Zhirou's body was like an arrow leaving a bow, and she rushed over in an instant holding the magic sword.

A lifelike golden cloud dragon was engraved on the hilt of the magic sword. When Xia Zhirou rushed over, the golden cloud dragon gradually took shape and coiled around the blade, looking majestic and powerful.

"Roar--"

At the moment the sword blade was about to chop, a golden cloud dragon emerged with the sword energy, and as the tremendous pressure came, it opened its bloody mouth towards Ruan Xihe.

Ruan Xihe dodged to the side and barely avoided the fierce attack.

But the golden cloud dragon turned its head and chased after her again.

Ruan Xihe's eyes focused and he took out a big knife.

The knife has a sharp serrated appearance, looks quite ferocious, and the blade exudes a biting chill.

This sword is a mid-level spiritual weapon of the immortal grade that was distributed by the academy during the freshman competition.

Because Wuming is not needed in the battle against Xia Zhirou.