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

Jiang Yan left.

Probably he has more direction and confidence to find Ling Yue.

This time, she didn't even take her three wretched disciples with her.

Obviously he wanted to go early and come back early.

But that's not the point.

The point is, Ning Ruan feels that Jiang Yan's statement yesterday that the Sunlight Peak is deserted enough that no one would come is a bit nonsense.

She looked at the girl in front of her who was smiling softly towards her, and it took her a long time to squeeze out three words, "Are you looking for me?"

"Yes." The woman nodded slightly, "I am Jiang Ying, your sister, you should know me?"

"..." Ning Ruan was silent for a moment, "I may know you, but you don't seem to know me very well?"

Jiang Ying: "???"

She was stunned for a moment as she didn't expect to get such an answer.

Just about to continue speaking.

Ning Ruan spoke up first, with a strange look on his face, "I guess you haven't met your sect master yet, right?"

Anyone who has seen her should not regard her as the bloodline of the sect master.

She was seriously curious.

However, just as she asked this question.

Then he saw the woman's expression, which was still smiling just now, change rapidly.

At last.

She gritted her teeth and looked at Ning Ruan, her tone full of grievances, but she still pretended to be strong, "Sister, I don't know what you think of me, but we are both our father's daughters. If you must target me like this, just Trying to upset my father."

Ning Ruan, a black man with a question mark face: "Me? Against you? When?"

Did she draw her sword or curse?

"Father did go into seclusion again yesterday. I didn't see him, but that's not the reason for you to mock me."

She gritted her teeth and spoke to Ning Ruan word by word.

His expression was unyielding and determined.

After saying this clearly, she turned around and left.

Ning Ruan was not given a chance to continue speaking.

"???"

Make sense.

For a moment, Ning Ruan couldn't help but reflect, had she really ridiculed the other party?

but……

What the hell is a taunt!

She really just wanted to say that anyone who has met the sect leader must know that she is not the sect leader's daughter!

But she was destined to have no chance to explain.

Jiang Ying had already disappeared.

When I left Sunlight Peak, my eyes were red.

The gentle and beautiful Senior Sister Jiang, the daughter of the head of the Jiuxuan Sect and one of the geniuses of Zhongzhou, cried!

He cried when he was bullied by the biological bloodline that the sect master had just found.

Before Ning Ruan knew it, the news had swept through the entire Jiuxuan Sect.

It was almost noon, and Ning Ruan had just finished lunch.

The summit of Nikko Peak should be deserted.

Someone's here again.

The person’s cultivation level is at the beginning of the Seventh Realm.

Behind him were several Six Realms.

They are all the true inheritance of Jiu Xuan Sect.

"You shouldn't bully Senior Sister Jiang Ying." The seventh-level monk was dressed elegantly in white. He was a well-born young man. He looked at Ning Ruan coldly, "Senior Sister just wants to live in harmony with you, but you rely on being the sect master's He insulted her because of his own blood."

"???" Ning Ruan looked at him for a long time before uttering a sentence, "You lay on my roof and watched me bully her with your own eyes?"

"..." The Seventh Realm monk who was suddenly choked looked unhappy:

"You are sharp-tongued. As the daughter of the sect leader, your cultivation level is only at the fifth level. You don't feel guilty and practice hard. You only know how to use tricks to win favor.

Senior Sister Jiang just doesn't care about you. In the eyes of the entire Jiuxuan Sect disciples, she is the only one worthy of the status of the sect leader's daughter. "

"???"

Ning Ruan understood.

"It turns out he is mentally retarded."

What else is there to say about being mentally retarded?

Fight first and then talk!

Ning Ruan didn't hesitate.

As she pointed with her right hand, three long swords suddenly flew out.

Before the seventh-level monk realized that he had been scolded, before he could get angry, his eyes were filled with red, orange, and yellow sword lights.

Flying swordsmanship?

Or control three flying swords at the same time?

The people at the peak were all stunned and stunned.

But only for a moment, he quickly returned to his thoughts and faced it at the same time.

Before today, if anyone had said that he might be defeated by the Five Realm monks head-on, Fan Wenchou would have absolutely scoffed.

He is a Seventh Realm sword cultivator. Isn't he just playing the Fifth Realm just for fun?

However at this moment...

Or with the help of several six-level monks, a few of them besieged a fifth-level monk, but they were beaten back steadily?

The absurd scene in front of me became even more absurd after lasting for a cup of tea.

Fan Wenchou and several Sixth Realm monks were all knocked away by three long swords.

Everyone's body was stained with blood and injured.

Ning Ruan took back the yellow and orange swords.

Holding the red sword in his right hand, he slowly stepped forward, reached Fan Wenchou's side, and poked his injured abdomen with the tip of the sword.

"I, a fifth-level monk, should feel guilty?"

"..." Fan Wenchou's face turned pale, and he was trembling and speechless.

"If I don't practice well, I will just compete for favors and act like a slave?"

"..."

"What's going on in that big head? To say you are mentally retarded is to overestimate you."

"..."

Several people were lying on the ground, their faces full of grief and anger.

But deep in his eyes, there was clearly fear.

"Since you are an idiot, I should give you some tips, don't you think?" Ning Ruan mentioned the long sword and seemed to have thought of something more interesting.

Seeing the tip of the opponent's sword falling on his neck, Fan Wenchou was finally afraid, "You... what do you want to do? Even if you are the bloodline of the sect master, if you kill the disciples at will..."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you." Ning Ruan never thought of himself as a murderous person.

These mentally retarded people were here to warn her. They were disgusting, but they had no murderous intentions.

In this case, it also saves her the effort of Ga people.

but……

The tip of the sword went up from the neck and landed on the opponent's face before stopping.

next moment.

Fan Wenchou suddenly felt a sting on his face.

You don't need to think about it to know that it must be the woman who carved the words on his face!

I'm stupid, I have no brain!

The eight simple words should have been carved quickly.

But after spending a stick of incense, Ning Ruan stopped and said, "It's finally better."

Done.

Then he held his sword and walked towards the next person with a smile... Since they were forming a group to provoke, naturally no one should be missing.

Time for a cup of tea.

It took half an afternoon to carve the words.

Ning Ruan feels that she is a mature craftsman.

The two elements of water and fire, sword energy, reverse healing, and forward healing, take turns.

Yes.

After long-term and unremitting efforts, as well as the cooperative training of enthusiastic monks, she is now almost able to control the positive and negative healing techniques.

In fact, if it is just simple engraving, it will naturally not take so much effort.

But the words carved in this way can be cured by a serious light spiritual master without any effort.

And now...it will definitely not recover within a few days.

Unless the big guys take action.

"Okay, you retarded people, let's get down the mountain!"

Ning Ruan put away her sword and looked at the few people with a smile.

"..."

Downhill?

Do not?

I don’t want to go down the mountain at all.

Several people were lying on the ground, not moving.

Ning Ruan lowered her eyes slightly, "Aren't you going? Do you want to take advantage of my dinner? Or do you think I have carved too few words and want to add dozens more?"

Dozens of words?

Be a human being!

Poof... Fan Wenchou was so angry that he vomited blood.

He gritted his teeth and stood up.

He said to the other people: "Let's go first!"

At this moment, I couldn't care less about the shame.

Only light-seeking spiritual masters can be treated first.

But somehow... Fan Wenchou panicked when he thought that this madman had been etched on their faces for so long.

If even the light spiritual master can't do anything, or it takes a long time to heal, then their faces...

Thinking of this...

Fan Wenchou couldn't care about anything else, so he took the sword and ran down the mountain.

Several people from the Sixth Realm took a step slower.

Under Ning Ruan's half-smiling gaze, he quickly got up and ran away...