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

"Ning Buruan, first in the selection, wait...you said you are Ning Buruan?"

Ning Ruan didn't expect that he would have to take a roll call when boarding the ship.

What’s more, I didn’t expect that people would not believe me even after I signed up for the celebrity.

"There may be other Ning Buruan, but if I am the first in the selection, it should be me."

Boarding port.

Ning Ruan looked at the Seventh Realm sword cultivator who was holding the jade slip in front of him and explored it several times, and nodded without changing his expression.

Seventh Realm Sword Cultivator:...

Western Zhou Dynasty.

As Ning Buruan took the initiative to sign up, countless eyes fell on him.

"Ning Buruo, she just showed up today. Why does it feel like she has become much stronger than during the trials?"

"It's an illusion. In just one month, no matter how hard she practices, she won't be able to increase her cultivation much."

"That's not necessarily the case. This is rather than being soft...it cannot be taken away by common sense!"

"That's true..."

"..."

Listening to Xixia's whispers, the Seventh Realm Sword Cultivator finally believed it.

Jade slips will not lie.

The eyes of sword cultivators who have participated in the trials in Western Zhou Dynasty are even more undeceiving.

But... it was still hard for him to imagine how a sword cultivator from the Western Region could get first place in the trials.

It even made many fifth- and sixth-level sword cultivators look at them with fear.

Take a deep breath.

The Seventh Realm Sword Cultivator took out a token from the storage ring and handed it over: "First place in the selection, move into the first room on the fifth floor."

"Yes." Nodding, Ning Ruan took the token and left without waiting for the little fat man behind him.

"Miss Ning, please wait." The little fat man shouted forward. Seeing that Ning Ruan didn't look back, he immediately moved toward the Seventh Realm Sword Cultivator:

"Tang Yi, ninth in the selection, I should also be on the fifth level, right?"

Seventh Realm Sword Cultivator: "...Yes."

……

Ning Ruan didn't want to get rid of the little fat man.

After all, they are all in the top ten, so they obviously live close to each other.

In fact, based on the situation after her formation at that time, the little fat man could definitely squeeze into the top three, but because he didn't want to do anything to the female swordsman who matched his aesthetics, he was reduced to ninth.

Even Mu Yiqiu took advantage of the formation and became third in the selection...

As soon as Ning Ruan reached the fifth floor, she bumped into Mu Yiqiu.

The other party's eyes revealed a bit of uncertainty and weirdness. After staring at her for a long time, he tentatively spoke:

"I'd rather not be soft. To be honest, it's only been ten days. You've become stronger again, right?"

"Is there a problem?" Ning Ruan narrowed her eyes and asked.

Mu Yiqiu:......

No problem, you pervert!

Ning Ruanwu returned to the room alone.

With the token there, I'm not worried about someone suddenly breaking in.

She took off the sword case behind her.

turn on.

This time, the blood sword finally did not fly out suddenly again.

At this moment, it was staying motionless in the sword box, and the blood-red color all over its body had become very dim.

Ning Ruan feels that this sword may have to be sucked dry before reaching Qiancheng Island...

……

"Peng Ming, did you really see her using the Flying Sword Technique with your own eyes? Wasn't it the Sword Control Talisman?"

"Do you think I still can't recognize the Flying Sword Technique and the Sword Control Talisman?"

"...but she is from the Western Region."

"What about the Western Realm? Didn't Mu Yiqiu of your Jinxia Sword Sect realize the meaning of the sword in the Sixth Realm?"

"That girl Yiqiu is different..."

"What's the difference? You, Jinxia Sword Sect, are only allowed to produce geniuses, but others are not allowed to be geniuses as well?"

The seventh floor of the ship.

No one could notice that two eleven-level experts were standing quietly near the window.

Can't see clearly from below.

But the two people above could clearly see everyone under the boat.

Among the two, the burly old man was surprisingly one of the three powerful men in Guangyao Island who presided over the selection competition, and later approached Ning Ruan to purchase the formation but was rejected - Master Peng Ming.

The other one was dressed in black clothes and had an awe-inspiring temperament. He looked to be in his thirties, but his real age was obviously more than that.

He raised his eyes to look at Master Peng Ming and said in a deep voice: "If she really knows how to fly a sword, she can join our Jinxia Sword Sect, and maybe she can become the first disciple of our ancestor."

Master Peng Ming immediately sneered, "I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible. She is here for the sword tower. I have already asked her and she will not join the six major sects.

I'm not sure which state she came from, and you still want her to join our sect in Xihai Prefecture? Dream on. "

"..." Lu Zhu smoothed his black sleeves and frowned with a headache, "Okay Peng Ming, you can go, I want to be alone."

"Ha, do you think I'm willing to come?" The burly old man Peng Ming sneered again and fled out of the window.

"Did you take the wrong medicine? Is your temper getting worse?"

Lu Su twitched the corner of his mouth, continued to look out the window, and murmured: "Ning Buruan, first place in the selection, Western Fire Sword Cultivator..."

……

Two hours passed quickly.

In fact, as early as half an hour ago, all the 500 people selected in the trial had already boarded the ship.

But after stopping for two full hours, the ship started to sail away.

Ning Ruan was lying on the window, eating preserves and looking in the direction of Guangyao Island Ferry.

If nothing unexpected happened, she would probably never come back to this place where she had lived for almost a month.

In the blink of an eye, she has been in Xihaizhou for so long.

I thought about it.

Ning Ruan stood up suddenly and closed all the windows.

They also laid out many formations like a dragnet.

Then he sat on the bed, slowly raised his left hand, gathered spiritual power on the fingertips of his right hand, and lightly stroked the palm of his left hand...

After a while.

Ning Ruan heard the man's indifferent voice: "What's the matter?"

"Second father? It's really you. Why did you throw me into the sea in the first place?"

"Safe at sea." Still a few cold and concise words.

Ning Ruan:...

"Where is it safe in the sea? I even had my sword robbed. Did you do it on purpose?"

"..."

After a moment of silence.

That familiar voice continued to ring in my mind:

"The sword will not be lost...I can promise you a condition."

Ning Ruan: "...three."

"..."

"can."

After getting the man's promise, Ning Ruan's tone finally stopped being harsh and she got down to business:

"Second father, is there something wrong with my soul? I encountered the body snatcher half a month ago. Although the other party failed, I can't remember what happened at that time..."

"No problem, very healthy."

"???" What is the evaluation of health?

"Except for health? For example, my soul is very powerful. I am a natural goddess, or a golden soul. So when the other party takes my body, I will be stunned...

Or... there are two souls in my body, and due to the seizure of the body, the other soul awakens, which causes me to have temporary amnesia. "

"..."

Ning Ruan couldn't wait for the answer in the end.

Her consciousness was forcibly kicked out by the man.

I originally wanted to ask about the sword tower, but I didn't get the chance.

Ning Ruan is sure that if she randomly summons her again tomorrow, the one who comes will definitely not be that bitch second father...