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

Something is really wrong today.

When the young man took out the storage bag as usual, the two people opposite him did not avoid him, nor did they put spiritual stones in it...

Then I saw the fat senior took out a piece of paper from the storage ring and handed it to the handsome senior who was carrying a sword box on his back.

The latter used his spiritual power as a pen, but he didn't know what he wrote.

He couldn't see and didn't dare to look.

Knowing the rules is the only requirement of this restaurant.

After writing, Ning Ruan put the paper into the storage bag. The young man took it respectfully, turned around and left without asking any questions.

After another moment.

A man who looked like a manager walked in instead of the young man.

With an average build and an unremarkable face, even if he were thrown into the crowd, he might not attract attention.

"Are you two able to pick up what's written on the paper?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the visitor got to the point.

Obviously, if the young man before knew nothing about Juesha Palace, the person in front of him must know something.

Ning Ruan swallowed the fruit from the restaurant. It didn't have much energy, but it tasted pretty good:

"If you accept it, I can pay the deposit now."

The steward was silent for a moment, and instead of following Ning Ruan's words, he took out another jade slip and said seriously:

"In that case, the two guests will pay."

He really wouldn't dare to take the big order of six twelve-level heads without the approval of his superiors.

……

The deposit is paid.

Before leaving, Ning Ruan packed a few more steamed eucalyptus fish from the restaurant.

Tang Yi still can't forget the shocked and slightly frightened expression of the restaurant steward at that time.

To be honest, even he himself lost control of his expression for a time.

I found out later.

Miss Ning... really just wants fish, rather than continuing to place an order.

"Is there a Guanhaixuan in this city?"

Not long after leaving the Juesha Palace station, Ning Ruan asked casually.

The little fat man was stunned, "Aren't we going back to the sword tower?"

"Is there a rule that I have to go back?"

"……No."

But for such a big event as the opening of the sword tower, who wouldn't want to stay nearby and look for opportunities to observe the opponent's situation?

"Since there isn't, let's wait until the day after tomorrow to go back."

Two days later, the sword tower opened, and it was completely in time.

As for knowing your opponent…

Forget it, there are too many to understand.

Inexplicably, he was promoted to the forefront.

I also knew that there would definitely not be one or two people targeting her...

Ning Buruan did not go back.

This is something no one expected.

Especially the dozen or so sword cultivators who had been waiting all night after being injured.

"...I won't wait any longer. She wants to be strong or not. Anyway, if she doesn't have that strength, she can't even pass the first level of the sword tower. Why do I have to waste my energy to fight for that false reputation at this time?"

"What Fellow Daoist Li said is absolutely true. Now that I think about it, I always feel that we are being taken advantage of. The talented people from the six major sects didn't respond, so we can't sit still."

"Speaking of it... we're afraid we won't be able to wait for anyone. Before the sword tower opens, Ning Buruan probably won't come back."

"..."

More than a dozen sword cultivators finally figured out something and dispersed.

What can we do if we don’t break up?

They couldn't even find anyone.

Even outside the pavilion where the Guangyao Island monks live, the number of sword cultivators squatting on guard is gradually decreasing.

Because the sword tower...will be opened in one day.

Ning Ruan and Tang Yi rushed back the next evening.

Ning Ruan doesn't know if others have received the message.

Anyway, Mu Yiqiu received it.

Looking at the girl in red squatting at the door of the room, Ning Ruan raised her eyes, but her eyes moved to the sword box behind her...

"Ning Buruan, how did you know that I bought a new sword box?" Before Ning Ruan could speak, Mu Yiqiu was the first to ask.

"???" Ning Ruan's face was expressionless: "I'm not blind."

And she didn’t ask about the sword box, right?

"Then how do you know that I bought my sword box at Lingxu Pavilion? I also spent a lot of top-grade spiritual stones on it?"

The moment Mu Yiqiu's questioning sounded again.

Ning Ruan finally said the word "Xi" slowly: "Are you sick?"

When did she know?

"What? You also know that my sword box is very good for cultivating sword energy?" Mu Yiqiu was always so proud that his face was filled with joy.

"..."

Snapped--

Ning Ruan stepped into the room and slammed the door.

She didn't want to talk to a psycho.

Will be infected!

"Eh..." Mu Yiqiu, who was almost hit on the head by the door, stared at her eyes and smoothed her sleeves pretending to be calm, "It's really scary to be so irritable just after you came back."

"..."

……

That night, almost all sword cultivators were awake.

They were all meditating and adjusting their breaths, preparing to be in the best condition to meet the Sword Tower and his party tomorrow.

Except Ning Ruan.

She was sound asleep.

When I got up the next day, I even had a hearty breakfast.

After eating and drinking, the voice of a certain eleventh-level sword cultivator came from mid-air.

"The sword tower will be opened in a quarter of an hour, no waiting time."

This is the voice of the female swordsman.

But his tone was still concise and arrogant.

Ning Ruan's ears have almost become calloused recently when hearing the word "no time to wait".

Outside the pavilion.

Countless sword cultivators flew towards the Western Zhou Dynasty with their swords.

Or sit cross-legged on the ground.

Or just stand in the air and look down.

of course.

Those who dare to stand in mid-air are all descendants of the six major sects and rogue cultivators with strong cultivation bases.

Ning Ruan came here with the little fat man and Mu Yiqiu.

As soon as the three people appeared, they naturally attracted countless gazes.

"Pastor sister, I really didn't expect you to be so generous. They said that you were beaten by fellow Daoist Ning next to you in the selection competition until you knelt down and begged for mercy. But now I see that you don't mind at all and even show up together. It's really shocking. Unbelievable."

The person who spoke was a descendant of the Nanwu Sword Sect, who was at the beginning of the Sixth Realm, and was about thirty years old.

Mu Yiqiu naturally knew this person.

Although he wanted to rush over and beat the person severely right now, the sword tower was about to open. Mu Yiqiu suppressed his anger and looked over with a sneer:

"My defeated general talks so much. You'd better pray that you don't meet me, otherwise you will be the one kneeling down and begging for mercy later."

After a pause, she raised her eyes with disdain and glanced at the monks in the air, then slowly mouthed the following words, "You're done!"

"!!!" Mu Yiqiu's mouth was definitely more powerful than her sword.

Otherwise, we wouldn’t get to the point where everyone is shouting for beatings.

Just this provocative word "West" makes many geniuses furious.

Even the fellow disciples of Jinxia Sword Sect looked at Mu Yiqiu with complicated eyes.

People, they really want to fight.

But entering the sword tower is a big deal.

Even before coming here, the teacher had already told him that even if he did not help, he would never collaborate with others to target Mu Yiqiu.

I promised well at that time.

But looking at it now, why do you want to regret it so much? ? ?