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

The change in front of me was too sudden.

Among the four sects who came to arrest people, most of them were monks who thought that there was no need for them to fight with a few casual cultivators at this time.

Originally, he wanted to convince the other party that he could take down Madman Liu's three apprentices without using any hands.

But now...

Even if you don't take action, you will be forced to do so.

This sparked a melee!

Seeing the battle ahead getting more intense.

In the carriage, Yan Liang, who had been practicing with his eyes closed, and Liang Xiuxiu, who had been hiding, also came out.

The two looked at Ning Ruan.

"Junior sister, can we start now?"

Yan Liang couldn't help but rub his hands, and even his natal flying sword, which had rarely been seen since breaking through to the eighth realm, flew out at this time.

It was obvious that he really wanted to have sex.

Ning Ruan shook his head, "Is it more important to fight or to grab things?"

Yan Liang responded without hesitation, "Of course fighting is important."

Liang Xiuxiu also said: "Safety is more important."

After saying that, he silently added, "This is what Third Senior Brother said."

Ning Ruan: "..."

"Yes, I also think that grabbing things is more important, so let's grab things first."

The girl's clear and crisp voice was resonant.

The moment the words fell.

She had already flown out with the iron pot she had taken out from her storage belt at some point.

Using the iron pot to protect herself, she was sneaky and active on the edge of the battle. Once a monk was knocked away and injured, she would throw down a sword talisman with lightning speed.

Although the fatal blow was avoided.

But it also deprived the opponent of his ability to resist in an instant.

Then when the other party is angry and frightened, he directly seizes the other party's storage ring.

"The look in your eyes is really scary. You want to arrest me to threaten my master so that you can snatch the things from her hands. The method is right, but I don't want to be caught, so I fight back. Is this reasonable?"

"You...you dare..."

Snapped--

Ning quickly waved the iron pot and hit his head.

Not even spiritual power is used.

But the tenth-level monk, who was already seriously injured, passed out immediately.

In the melee, if Ning Ruan only attacked one person sneakily, it would be fine. Maybe no one would notice.

But she doesn't--

How is one enough?

Naturally, one after another.

So, there was the next scene: four eleventh-level monks, two twelve-level monks, and three summoners who were coachmen, fighting with each other.

Originally, summoners didn't have to do anything. After all, they were just coachmen, but this didn't stop them from wanting to earn more rewards.

In the battle center, there are still three monks who are secretly fishing in troubled waters.

Or sneak attack a fellow monk.

Or just give the boss a cold blow, and then grab the spiritual weapon for storage.

Just like this moment.

An Eleventh Realm boss was knocked away by a burly man. Before he could even hit the ground, as a fragile spiritual master, his defensive robe was directly shattered by the burly man. He was hit by a flying punch.

He hadn't even seen the other person's face clearly.

He was beaten so hard that stars were shining in his eyes, and blood surged in his body.

Just when he was about to use his spiritual power to send out water arrows, another long sword flew over and pierced his abdomen directly.

Then another black ball fell from the sky, exploding directly with him as the center...

These attacks, in his prime, would only cause him a little trouble at best, and it would be difficult to even hurt him.

After all, an eleventh realm strongman, even if he is not of the wind element, is definitely not as fast as a low-level monk.

But now...

He finally knew what it was like to be bullied by a dog.

It is true that the opponent is not a dog, but to have such strength at this age is already considered very powerful.

But he is in the eleventh realm!

"Sixth Senior Brother, scan. Seventh Senior Brother, search for things."

Ning Ruan was carrying the iron pot and taking charge of the command.

Yan Liang immediately straightened his face and raised his chin with a very dissatisfied expression, "Why should I be responsible for the search?"

Liang Xiuxiu: "Seventh Junior Brother, I can also search. You will scan...scan?"

He only knew the word "scan" from his junior sister, but he thought it was very appropriate.

As for the object he was using for scanning, it was a spherical object as big as a palm and extremely ugly in appearance.

There are small bumps around it, which is a bit disgusting. As for what it is, I am afraid only the owner who created it, the Invincible Peak Senior Brother, knows.

Yan Liang glanced at the iron knot in Liang Xiuxiu's hand and quickly turned away, "Why should I scan? I want to search myself."

The iron knot has no other use. It looks like iron, but in fact, even a swordsman like him can smash it to pieces with a slap.

Its only use is to search for anything with a mustard seed space.

Storage rings, storage bags, etc...

Liang Xiuxiu nodded obediently, stopped talking nonsense, and started scanning immediately.

The eleventh realm monk who originally thought that the three of them wanted to find out all his storage rings was a whim, but a hint of unbelievable anger soon appeared on his pale face.

"How dare you..."

"Your life is at the mercy of my sword. If you keep talking nonsense, I will still dare to kill you." Yan Liang replied impatiently.

Pull a hosta directly from the opponent's head.

Looking at the angry and desperate expression of the man on the ground, Yan Liang chuckled, "There are quite a lot of storage rings, six in total. None of them are what you really like. Instead, it is this hosta. It seems that we found the right one." …”

Ning Ruan didn't feel that the other party had too much storage.

Because she seems to have more.

She looks like a rich woman.

She was quite satisfied.

Ning Ruan, who was quite proud of this, skillfully raised the iron pot and smashed it down...

"How dare you, Zhu Zi!"

A loud shout came from mid-air.