After Sun Fengnian left, the spectator seat was finally deserted, and Ling Ruo and Li Weitian refound an empty seat in the front row, sat down and waited.

In this game on the stage, the two sides were equal in strength and played for a long time.

Ling Ruo and the others watched the game on the stage seriously, and suddenly, one of them sat down beside her.

Although the spectator seat was open, and the strangers around him came and went, nothing special, but Ling Ruo seemed to feel something in his heart, and couldn't help but turn his head to look over.

Sitting next to her was a young monk, who obviously had ordinary facial features, but mixed up and down, with an indescribable temperament, which made people unable to turn their eyes, and always felt that the ordinary facial features had an indescribable charm.

What's more, there was a hint of familiarity on his body that made Ling Ruo feel as if he didn't exist.

Just as Ling Ruo was desperately searching for where that hint of familiarity came from in her memory, the young man suddenly chuckled at her, turned over and took out a bamboo card, the back facing up.

Ling Ruo's pupils shrank when he saw the bamboo card, and he couldn't think about it for a moment, why he felt that he had a sense of familiarity.

The bamboo plaque on the palm of the young man's hand, the words and colors on the back were the same as hers.

In other words, this person is her opponent in the next game.

Li Weitian, who was sitting on the other side of her, naturally noticed that he was about to stand up and pull Ling Ruo to the other side to separate the two.

You must know that before you get on the stage, you will be recognized by your opponent, which is an extremely dangerous thing.

It is possible that the other party will directly spend some money, ask someone to take action, and directly drop her results, and then she will not be able to go to the competition stage, and the other party will be able to win without a fight.

It is not uncommon for monks who regard the game as bigger than the sky to do this.

Therefore, Li Weitian wanted to separate Ling Ruo from the other party at the first time.

However, Ling Ruo pressed him.

She stared at the young man tightly, "You revealed that you were my opponent in advance, so you should have something you want to discuss with me, right?" After all, this is a martial arts arena, if you really dare to attack me, it is estimated that you are not going to leave Linhai City alive, so you can only discuss things peacefully with me, not prepare to mess around. I guess you're trying to negotiate terms with me so that I can concede victory? ”

The young man smiled and said, "It's really related to the competition. However, instead of asking you to give up your victory, I want to ask you, would you like to exchange victory with me? ”

At this moment, Ling Ruo was surprised.

The opponent wants to give up the game?

That's a good thing for her. After all, at some cost, you can achieve victory, which is better than fighting to the death in Wutai.

However, given the consequences of what she did last time, it was to provoke Gu Wulan and Li Shen, the two troublesome guys, and there were still a bunch of hands to deal with, which was more of a headache than her directly winning the victory on the martial arts platform, and she was now a little wary of private transactions.

"What do you want?" This question is critical.

"That piece of white yarn in your hand."

Ling Ruo's heart tightened.

White yarn!

Does this man mean the mantle?

When Ling Ruo first got the mantle, it was white gauze. However, when she later took it to the tournament and exposed it to the eyes of others, it was almost transparent in the form of a mist.

No one will know what the mantle looks like!

In that case, why would this man know?!

But she quickly calmed down, with a puzzled look on her face, "I don't know what you're referring to. I don't have any white yarn in my hands. ”

But the other party immediately hit the point, "You don't need to deny it, it's the thing that you often bring to the tournament platform, which is called an 'invisible treasure' by other cultivators." To be honest, I'm amazed at how much you can do with it. ”

It's really the mantle!

Moreover, it seems that this young man is no stranger to the mantle, as if he has known it for a long time, not because he saw Ling Ruo use it on the competition platform, so he moved his mind to change it.

However, such a thing as the mantle is not something that mortal people can know!

Because the mantle is at the outskirts of the world, it is impossible for mortals to reach such a place.

Could it be that the other party is also from the fairy world like her?

But immediately, Ling Ruo overturned this possibility.

It is impossible for an immortal to break through the Heavenly Dao and return to the mortal world. Even the strongest boss in the immortal world can't directly send the immortal into the mortal world. The last practice was to degrade the puppet into a technique, temporarily conceal the Heavenly Dao, and temporarily send some of the souls of the five Xuan Immortals into the mortal world.

And if Ling Ruo was able to fall into the mortal world, it was after giving up the body of the immortals, and even the spiritual platform where the divine soul was sustenance, let one billionth of the original divine soul descend to the mortal world.

In this way, her only remaining divine soul almost only carried her memories, and almost all her previous cultivation was gone.

This price is close to the annihilation of a celestial immortal.

She did it out of utter desperation, not even out of her will, but by the deepest instincts of her soul.

Therefore, she didn't believe that there would be a second immortal who dared to take the initiative to fall into the mortal.

The only possibility, then, is that the other party may have seen the same broken mantle as the one in her hand, this kind of mantle from the small world, not the mantle of the big world they live on.

This may not be entirely absent.

In the secret realm of the Black Forest, the small world that crashed into the mortal world, and the remnants of the broken mantle may not be more than the one in her hand.

Over the years, there have been so many monks who have entered and exited the secret realm of the Black Forest, and they may really have the fate to get a piece and bring it out of the secret realm.

Thinking of this, Ling Ruo couldn't sit still.

The mantle was not supposed to exist in the mortal world, and she couldn't let it be accessed by others. If this kind of overly powerful thing is used incorrectly, it may bring disaster to the mortal world.

"Fellow Daoist, have you ever seen such a thing?" Ling Ruo asked the other party.

The young man's eyes flashed, but he didn't answer Ling Ruo's question, but just continued to ask, "Do you want to change?" ”

How could Ling Ruo give him the mantle, he naturally disagreed, "I'm sorry, I can't give you that thing." ”

The other party didn't seem surprised by Ling Ruo's refusal, but he didn't give up, but took out something: "What if I give up the next victory, and this thing?" This is a semi-magic weapon, speaking of which, it is not even worse than the golden umbrella used by Li Weitian, and it is more than enough to exchange it for the piece of white yarn in your hand. ”

Hearing the other party say this, Ling Ruo secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The other party obviously does not know the true value of the mantle, and even compares it to the golden umbrella.

This made Ling Ruo even more curious, where did the other party know about the mantle.