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

"This stool...this stool..."

"Get up quickly and let me take a look."

The old man looked excited, and even his voice was slightly trembling.

Most of them seemed excited.

Staring at those little horses without taking his eyes off them.

Ning Ruan: "...I won't let you."

If you ask her to give in, she will give in. Where can she put her face?

"You!" The old man with white hair glared angrily, with an expression of extreme regret, "Do you know what you might be sitting on?"

"Lightning struck the wood."

"Thunder struck wood, hehe, this is...wait a minute!" Before the old man could finish his words, his expression changed drastically. He couldn't tell whether it was shock or disbelief, "Do you know this is lightning struck wood?"

Ning Ruan nodded, "I know."

The old man whose beard was trembling vaguely said: "!!!"

"You, you actually... actually made thunder blocks into stools???"

"Not just stools, but also chopsticks and bowls."

"you you you……"

The old man spit out three 'you's in a row, but he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

The movement here naturally attracted the attention of all the big guys on the stage.

The Lord City Lord is the closest and has the fastest reaction.

Immediately, his eyes turned to the row of small horses that seemed to be mass-produced.

His face was full of disbelief, "Wang Daoyou, did you admit your mistake? Could this be a tree struck by lightning?"

"Is the city lord questioning my vision? Will I be so stupid that I don't even recognize Lei Jianmu?" As if he had finally found a way to vent his anger, the old man's tone was quite bad.

Even when facing the Lord of Jiuxiao City, he didn't give him a good look.

The city lord who completely failed to recognize Lightning Strike Wood: "..."

It is impossible to be angry.

Which of these old guys who have reached the pinnacle of martial arts cultivation is not a little arrogant?

Get used to it.

Who knows when I will have to ask someone for help.

"Thunder-struck wood...stool..." Now that he was sure that this was indeed lightning-struck wood, the city lord's expression became a little tense.

"Fellow Daoist Liu... Your sect's lightning strike wood is so abundant that it can be used to make stools?"

If he remembers well.

Liu Yun, who has been making a lot of noise recently, is from a certain sect in Qingyun Prefecture, right?

"Hahaha, the city lord is really good at joking. How can a small sect in a small place like our Chitian Sect get so many lightning strikes?"

Before Liu Yun could reply, Ling Zuoyou was the first to laugh.

But he didn't say it was okay.

This opening really makes people wonder, is something really happening in Qingyun Prefecture?

Even such a powerful thirteenth realm sword cultivator suddenly appeared.

It doesn't seem impossible that another lightning strike will occur.

"The lightning-struck wood is mine." Dadi saw what everyone was thinking.

Ning·Rich Po·Ruan and faintly opened her lips.

The city lord's first reaction was disbelief.

However, the story about Liu Yun's little disciple suddenly popped into his mind.

One pile, one piece.

He suddenly stopped.

"Is the lightning struck wood really yours?"

Ning Ruan: "It's mine."

"Then can you sell it to me?" The old man who had always been a little excited couldn't help but ask.

He didn't care who the owner of the lightning strike wood was.

As long as it can be sold to him, it belongs to anyone.

"Not for sale." Ning Ruan refused.

She didn't have any problem with the old man.

She was just a weapon refiner who was happy to see Hunter. To be fair, in the past, she was happy to sell things to him.

Mainly because after what happened the day before yesterday, she gained a lot more.

If a piece of wood is struck by lightning, many things may have to be replaced.

How should she let it go then?

It's sad.

But the old man obviously didn't understand this kind of worry.

He was not too surprised when Ning Ruan refused.

After all, lightning strike wood is not an ordinary material. It is natural that such a precious thing is reluctant to sell.

"You can make any price, just for this stool... If you can sell it to me, I will definitely give you enough compensation."

Enough compensation?

Ning Ruan was scared.

"It's really not for sale."

There was a pause.

He added, "Or in a few months?"

"It will be fine in a few months." The old man looked happy.

But he could still afford to wait for a few months.

After reaching an agreement, the master weapon refiner, who had no interest in the subsequent competition, stood aside silently.

No plans to leave.

Those eyes were still glued to the row of ponytails.

The city lord actually wants to buy some lightning strike wood.

But now it seems that they don’t even sell the weapon refiners, can they still be sold to him?

Regret is regret.

Most of them were still cursing silently in their hearts.

He even used the lightning-struck wood as a stool to sit on.

He couldn't even put into words how bad this behavior was.

How infuriating!

Also finding it irritating were the elders from all forces.

No one is not envious of those lightning-struck wooden stools.

There is also the previous Immortality Jade Tablet.

I don’t know if this girl was returned to the teacher.

Although their rationality tells them that they must have returned it.

But what if?

A little girl from the fifth realm, carrying a huge treasure... How can she not make people tempted?

Not to mention everyone’s hidden agenda.

The second martial arts competition--has finally begun.

The first weapon refining session.

The second scene is the talisman.

Zimmer slowly stood up from his pony.

He smoothed his neat green shirt.

He is obviously handsome, but in the eyes of others, he always looks ordinary, with a serious and cautious expression on his face.

Yes, as a formation mage and talisman master, he also signed up for the skills training competition.

"...Third senior brother, come on."

For the sake of the formation, Ning Ruan raised his hand calmly and made a cheering gesture.

It's a bit weird, especially with her face that doesn't even have a smile.

Even more weird.

Ning Ruan can't laugh?

No.

She was afraid that she would be unable to hold back her smile.

She just wanted to laugh when she thought about the third senior brother going off to participate in the competition alone without knowing that he had restraints and talismans on him.

Zimmer looked back at her, nodded silently, and walked to the competition venue without saying a word.

On the field.

In addition to Zimmer, there is another acquaintance who is not an acquaintance.

The young man in black with a frosty face...Yunge.

Ning Ruan was looking at Yunge.

The same is true for Yun Ge.

But at this moment.

The corners of her lips twitched slightly, and her whole person exuded a sense of confidence.

Even with Ning's soft gaze, there was no trace of fear.

She was no longer prepared to hide her shame.

After she once again obtained the three leaders of Talisman, Alchemy, and Formation, she took off her disguise in public.

By then there will be many forces protecting her.

When the time for extradition comes, she can leave the Kyushu Continent and go to a wider world.

These are things that Ning Ruan cannot do based on his background.

"Ning Ruan, why do I think that person's eyes look familiar? He looks very much like the same person."

Just when the referee announced the start of the competition and asked everyone on the field to start drawing symbols, Mu Yiqiu suddenly whispered, "Like that woman named Yun, she likes to look at you like this, inexplicably."