I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

"If you like it, then take it."

No one except Han Ze liked this thing.

But Ning Ruan's words just fell.

A slightly hoarse and cold voice came to his ears, "I wonder if you can give me this thing, Su Xihua said. Of course... I can exchange it for spiritual stones or elixirs."

Ning Ruan turned around and met the monk surnamed Wan's slightly dark gaze.

Hidden by a black mask, the expression on the other person's face could not be seen.

"But I have already given this painting to him."

Ning Ruan pointed at Han Ze.

The latter clutched the drawing paper in his hand tightly, his eyes calm, "Senior, if it is something else, I am free to do it, but I have an elder in my family, and he also likes paintings, so please forgive me for not agreeing."

Ning Ruan:? ? ?

As far as she knows...

As far as the relationship between Han Ze and the Han family is concerned, let alone deep hatred, it is also the same as fire and water...

Where did this elder worthy of his painting come from?

Growing elders out of nothing?

The man surnamed Wan took a deep look at Han Ze. The corners of his slightly thin lips under the mask tugged slightly, and his voice seemed a little hoarse:

"So, forget it."

"My filial piety is commendable, I hope we can escape alive."

Done.

The man surnamed Wan decisively turned around and left.

Among the group of casual cultivators, only the Taoist couple remained.

The woman looked at the monk Wan's leaving figure and curled her lips, "How can you still fight for a broken painting?"

If she hadn't been sure that there was no spiritual weapon in the painting, she would have thought it was some kind of secret treasure.

The monk surnamed Yao shook his head towards his wife, "Wan Taoist friend has always been mysterious. Maybe he really likes to paint Taoism. Although this painting is not finished, I looked at the fairy palace and pavilions painted above. It is very vivid and very interesting." artistic conception."

Gong Xuan pursed her lips and looked at Ning Ruan, "This is the ruins formed after the mountain fell. The damage is too serious. The search has basically been completed. Should we also go to the mountainside to have a look?"

Ning Ruan also had this intention.

The group of people immediately left the remnant hall.

While passing by a decaying wall outside the hall, Han Ze suddenly squatted down and picked up a square-shaped object from the corner that looked like a brick.

Deputy Commander Gong, who noticed his movements, was speechless at this moment:

"Those are Duanyue Bricks made from Duanyue Earth. Although the defense is good, the spiritual energy on them has disappeared. At this moment, they are just mortal objects and are of no use."

She really couldn't understand, seeing how this young man always looked like Senior Sister Ning.

It seems to be from the same force.

Why is it that someone can be a treasure at random, and he can make a fortune without blinking an eye.

And the other one... is picking up trash.

First they broke paintings, now they even pick up bricks...

When Han Ze heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across his usually calm face. "I just saw that it was not damaged at all, and felt a little surprised, so I took it to take a look."

"Huh? It's really not damaged?" Gong Xuan raised her hand, and the brick flew into her hand.

After checking it, he handed it back to Han Ze and shook his head, "There is nothing abnormal. It is indeed just an ordinary Yue-breaking brick, and there is no aura on it. With your second-level cultivation, you can easily smash it... …”

Han nodded, but still put the brick back into the storage bag.

Ning Ruan:...

well.

Was this missed again?

No one paid much attention to a second-level monk picking up ‘trash’.

The group of people soon flew to the middle of the mountainside, near the rows of palaces and palaces.

at that time.

The formation has not been completely broken yet.

Including Mr. Shi.

Many monks who are good at formations are frowning below and thinking hard about how to break the formation.

And in mid-air.

The tenth-level demon, whose eyes were slightly closed, exuded a burst of coercion from time to time.

It made all the monks under the Nine Realms tremble.

"How many more Nine Realms are coming? Just in time, I will repeat it again."

"All of you who are good at the formation, you'd better stand up. Otherwise, if the formation is not broken for one day, I will randomly kill one person."

The burly man's rough and arrogant voice almost reached the entire mountainside.

But no one dared to refute even a word.

The situation is stronger than the person, that's generally the case.

Half an hour later.

The formation still couldn't be broken.

The burly man looked impatient, stretched out his big palm, and grabbed a middle-aged monk from the Western Zhou Dynasty who had cultivated in the Sixth Realm.

"no, do not want……"

The middle-aged monk looked horrified and struggled desperately.

But the big man just smiled coldly, and his slightly ferocious face suddenly turned into a snake head.

Snake eyes are cold and bloodthirsty.

The middle-aged monk turned pale with fright.

Trembling and screaming for mercy.

Just as the Shekou opened wide, he seemed to remember something and suddenly pointed down at Ning Ruan and his group who were watching:

"Sir, that little cultivator of the Third Realm who is carrying a sword box on her back can break formations. Her sword box has easily broken the ancient restrictions before. She can definitely..."

Ning Ruan:? ? ?

What? ? ?

When people sit at home, pots come from heaven?