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

"Fellow Taoist, the sea ahead is quite stormy, so I'm afraid it won't be possible to wield a sword. Besides, your spiritual power won't be able to hold on."

As the young monk with a bright smile spoke.

Another female cultivator beside him also said slowly: "Fellow Taoist, you should know very well that when you get to the front, not to mention the sword, even the flying spiritual weapon cannot fly over. The only way is to take a boat, which is the safest. "

"I don't believe it. If you say that, then I'm going to try it."

Done.

Ning Ruan accelerated violently, and the head of the red sword flew out in large sections.

The smile on the young man's face froze as he looked at the female cultivator in confusion.

Finally, her lips and teeth moved slightly, and she slowly uttered a few words: "Is she sick?"

Female nun: "...it does seem like she is sick."

How can a normal person be so deprived of food and salt?

No.

No normal person would wield a sword on the sea.

Especially the cultivation base is only in the Western Region.

Isn't this just seeking death?

With her cultivation level in the West, how long can she fly at her speed?

I'm afraid that my spiritual power will be exhausted before I get to the next island, right?

……

While gnawing on the spiritual fruit, he flew with all his strength.

After flying for about half a day.

Ning Ruan finally understood what the female cultivator on the boat meant.

Saikaiju is really interesting.

In the sea far away from the island, the spiritual energy is very chaotic.

Once the flying spiritual weapon approaches, it is almost impossible to move forward or lose its direction.

It would be better to control a sword or fly by yourself.

But the deep sea is vast, and ordinary Western monks cannot fly very far.

No wonder sailing is so popular here.

Just as I was thinking about it, the sea suddenly surged under my feet.

Ning Ruan quickly avoided it.

Then she saw two rather long tentacles rolling towards her.

Followed by the head... body...

"...What a big spicy shrimp!"

Ning Ruan's eyes almost lit up.

Although I don’t know what kind of shrimp it is, the shrimp demon that appeared on the west stairs is the food that was brought up?

There was no hesitation.

Ning Ruan immediately swung his sword and cut off the two tentacles of the prawn with the first stroke.

Then continue to rush towards the sea——

"In heaven and on earth, I am the only one who possesses the power to slay demons and shrimps!"

The awe-inspiring sword energy reached the sea first.

The originally angry shrimp demon immediately chose to run away!

But it had just retracted into the sea.

The huge body was penetrated by a sword.

Ning Ruan stood on the sea, raised her hand and made a move, and the red sword flew back quickly.

The shrimp demon hanging on the long sword was twice as big as the Western-level flame lobster that was encountered in the secret area of ​​the Chitian Sect's entry trial.

It feels like it lasts a long time.

The only regret is...she, Ning Buruan, doesn't have the cooking skills at all!

After handling the shrimp monster, put it into the storage ring.

Ning Ruan started to move forward again.

This time, I didn't encounter anything else.

Instead, after flying for most of the day, I finally saw an island that was completely out of sight.

The ferry on this island is several times larger than An Xing Island.

On the ferry, in addition to ships transporting various goods, and ordinary people unloading goods.

Most of the monks who came and went were sword cultivators.

It was only at this moment that Ning Ruan had a concrete idea of ​​the prosperity of swordsmanship in Xihaizhou.

"It seems that there are more casual cultivators coming to Guangyao Island today."

"Of course, the Sword Tower opens only once every fifty years, so these casual cultivators must quickly find the big island to sign up."

"Yes, it's a pity that we are not sword cultivators, otherwise we would have to sign up."

"It's not worth signing up. My eldest brother is a sword cultivator. Do you know how many sword cultivators signed up on our Guangyao Island when the sword tower was opened fifty years ago? There are five thousand!"

"So many?"

"It's useless to have more. After participating in the selection, there are only 500 people left. Only these 500 people can be qualified to go to the sword tower on Qiancheng Island. You said that with our qualifications, even if we sign up, we will not be able to go to the sword tower." What is the use?"

"...Is it so harsh?"

"Our Guangyao Island is considered a second-class island. If we really want to say it's harsh, it has to be those first-class islands. There are various families and sects there. God knows how many talented sword cultivators there are. But even so, their quotas are the same. It’s five hundred, tens of thousands of people signed up, and five hundred stayed.”

"Then...since the competition is so big, why don't they sign up on second-class islands?"

"Who said they didn't go? Just these monks who came to sign up, do you think they are all casual cultivators?"

"..."

After Ning Ruan put away the flying sword, she sat in a tea shop near the ferry and drank the spiritual tea brewed by the shop.

It doesn't taste very good.

But the two monks at the table next to them were chatting about popular science, which made her quite interested.

Sword Tower...

It sounds very noble.

Is this the real reason why her second father sent her to Xihaizhou?

After confirming that the two monks would no longer discuss the 'Sword Tower'.

Ning Ruancai casually took out two low-level spiritual stones and placed them on the table, stood up and left.

The location between the ferry and the city of Guangyao Island is mostly lined with rows of small stalls set up by many monks.

Ning Ruan has no interest in this kind of stall.

Taobao shopping at street stalls has always been the exclusive preserve of protagonists.

But she is a rich woman and does not need Taobao.

...It's definitely not because she can't find any treasure at all.

All the way to the city gate.

Just as Ning Ruan was about to enter like the other monks, he was stopped by the first guard of the city guard with a very polite tone:

"Please show me your pass."

"???"

Ning Ruan glanced at the other monks and then noticed that everyone seemed to have taken out a light blue token.

But this thing...she is so talented.

"The token is lost." Ning Ruan looked indifferent.

"No entry without a token." The guard's expression suddenly changed. Although he didn't chase them away on the spot, his attitude was still the same.

Ning Ruan: "...How can I use this token..."

Before the word 'reissue' was uttered, a slightly familiar voice came from behind Ning Ruan:

"We are all in this together. We encountered a monster on the way to Guangyao Island and lost the token.

This is my token. "

When Ning Ruan turned around, she saw that the visitor had taken out a blue token and placed it in front of the guard.

At the same time, he took out a small storage bag and handed it to the guard just as quickly. "This little brother is so accommodating. We really are in this together."

"Ahem..." The guard coughed twice, with a neutral look on his face, "In that case, go in and get a replacement. You also know what the situation is like now. The city is very strictly inspected. If you don't have a pass, even if you go in , I’m afraid it will be difficult to move forward.”

"Of course, it was originally a replacement." The visitor took back his blue token and then looked at Ning Ruan, "Shall we go in?"

Ning Ruan:? ? ?