Ruoling is very aware of her physical condition, and she also knows how much the Spirit Realm Sword Cave means to her.
It's just...she is a little hesitant now.
"Heisha, you go back and tell my father that I already know and tell him not to worry. Also, don't show up easily in the future to avoid being discovered by others. Although this is the human world, everything is safe."
The big man in black nodded, then took out a brocade box from his arms and handed it to Ruo Ling.
"My Lord said that the contents of this box can help the young lady pass through the passage of the Spirit Realm Sword Cave smoothly, and can withstand at most a full blow from a master of the ninth level of the Sword King. Otherwise, with the young lady's current cultivation level, she would not be able to enter the depths of the Spirit Realm Sword Cave.
Place."
After Ruo Ling took the brocade box and opened it, a jade pendant-like stone exuded a lustrous luster, with a trace of ink-black light shining on it.
Ruo Ling frowned slightly. This strange stone is called the Broken Spirit Stone. It can avoid the attack of spiritual energy and the erosion of tyrannical sword energy. With it, even masters who are at the peak of the ninth level of the Sword King will not be afraid.
"Okay, I'll accept it. Thank you father for me." Ruo Ling closed the brocade box and nodded to the big man in black.
"Then Heisha won't disturb the eldest lady's rest. Take your leave!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Heisha's whole body turned into a ball of black smoke strangely, and then disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Looking at the empty room and recalling what Hei Sha had just said to him, Ruo Ling fell into conflict for a moment.
If she cannot enter the Spirit Realm Sword Cave, then she only has one month left, and after one month she will be completely distraught and disappear completely.
But if she and Ling Chen become opponents tomorrow, then she must give up this opportunity and let Ling Chen enter the Spirit Realm Sword Cave.
Therefore, she could only pray that she would not become Ling Chen's opponent in tomorrow's game.
At some point, it started raining heavily outside, and the fragrance of earth mixed with the cold wind blew into the house.
Ruo Ling came back to her senses, stood up and walked to the window, feeling the chill of the night rain and looking out the window at the endless darkness.
It rains on the screen window at night, and the paper is stained with ink. Where the wind blows, the beautiful shadows and graceful people hesitate.
The jade fingers condensed on the skin, and the silk was scattered and the eyebrows were furrowed. Looking around, I saw the cold and silent pavilion standing.
The canopy covers my body and my long lapel is wet, and I hold a lamp to look forward to your arrival.
The wind blows in my ears, like a horse neighing.
The wind has not stopped, but the tears keep flowing!
Ruoling's mood at this time was the same!
In tomorrow's promotion match, I just hope that she and Ling Chen will not become each other's opponents. Otherwise, Ruo Ling will have to make sacrifices.
After living in the human world for ten years and living with humans all day long, Ruo Ling thought of herself as an ordinary human being since she was a child.
However, she knows her identity and knows that she cannot become a real human being no matter what.
Originally, she only needed to wait for the assessment competition at Lingwu Academy, and then successfully enter the Lingjing Sword Cave to find what she wanted.
But what she never expected was that she would meet Ling Chen here.
Ling Chen's appearance made Ruo Ling gradually forget her purpose of coming to Lingwu Academy. She even didn't want to do anything but just be able to be by Ling Chen's side every day.
Heisha's words tonight reminded Ruoling of one thing, that is, he doesn't have much time left!
"Cough... cough cough..."
A gust of cold wind hit, and Ruoling suddenly coughed.
When she put down the brocade handkerchief in her hand, a flash of bright red suddenly came into her eyes.
Ruo Ling frowned and looked at the blood coughed up on the brocade handkerchief. He sighed in his heart and reached out to close the window.
This night, Ling Chen slept soundly.
But he didn’t know that someone was keeping him awake all night long that night!
…
At noon the next day, the second round of the assessment competition officially kicked off.
Ling Chen and Ruo Ling undoubtedly entered the second round and stood on the high platform in the square, waiting for the knockout round to begin.
Among the one hundred disciples who were promoted, except for Ling Chen whose promotion surprised everyone, the success of the other ninety-nine disciples was within everyone's expectations.
Among the hundred people were Qin Ren, the top master of the Swordsman Academy, Wang Yiming, the second master, and Xiao Fan, who had just entered the academy.
Among the one hundred people, fifty were randomly numbered, while the unnumbered fifty grabbed a piece of paper without seeing the number content. The number displayed on the paper was the number they wanted to fight.
opponent.
What worried Ling Chen the most was that during the numbering, Ruo Ling had already been numbered, but he had not been numbered, which meant that he and Ruo Ling had a greater chance of becoming opponents.
Following the flow of people, Ling Chen frowned and walked forward. When it was his turn, Ling Chen hesitated slightly and then reached into the dark box and randomly pulled out a piece of paper.
According to the rules of the competition, everyone must read out the number in their hand in turn.
"Number 23..."
"No. 16..."
"No. 7..."
Listening to these counting sounds, Ling Chen felt extremely nervous.
Ruo Ling's number is No. 11. In other words, if someone had reported the number 11 before Ling Chen, then he and Ruo Ling would have the hope of both entering the top fifty. In this way, they would be far away from the top ten.
Just go one step further.
However, when there were still two people left in front of Ling Chen, Ling Chen still didn't hear anyone call the number eleven.
This time, not only Ling Chen, but also Ruo Ling became a little anxious.
Although she and Ling Chen were both willing to give up their own opportunities for each other, if possible, they would certainly like both of them to reach the finals.
"No. 42..."
As this voice fell, there was only one person left in front of Ling Chen!
In other words, if the number of the paper ball in this disciple's hand is not number 11, then the number of the paper ball in his hand must be number 11!
"Oops, it can't really be so unlucky. Is it true that only one of me and Ling'er can enter the finals?"
Ling Chen's peaceful heart became a little uneasy at this moment.
At this time, the disciple in front of Ling Chen finally opened the paper ball in his hand and loudly announced the number on the paper ball.
"Number eleven……"
As the voice fell, Ling Chen almost jumped up with excitement.
It seems that his luck is not so bad. In this case, both he and Ruo Ling will have a chance to enter the finals.
Ling Chen was the last to open the paper ball in his hand and reported the number in his hand: "No. 47!"
Ruo Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, now that the dust had settled, she finally didn't have to worry.
As the registration ended, one hundred players began to quickly find their corresponding opponents and prepare to enter the challenge.
Choosing Ruo Ling's opponent was a disciple with the fifth level of swordsmanship. This was a piece of cake for Ruo Ling, and he didn't have to worry about defeat at all.
But Ling Chen was not so lucky. His opponent was a strong master of the sixth level of swordsmanship.
But from Ling Chen's point of view, these are not problems.