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

"Oh, it's good to dream, I like to dream."

Ning Ruan smiled.

"Since you're not afraid of death, let's play something else."

The middle-aged monk still had a mocking look on his face.

There was only hatred and sarcasm on that gloomy face.

Ning Ruan stared at him intently.

There was no other action.

Geng Er looked anxious and said, "Miss Ning, if you don't hand him over to me, I won't believe you. I want to see if his bones are stronger or my fists are stronger!"

"Fellow Daoist Geng, something's not right. Let's take a look first before talking." A twelve-level monk shook his head at him.

Geng Er was stunned. Before he could see anything, he saw that the face of the middle-aged man who had been willing to die just now without changing his expression even when his palm was nailed to the ground suddenly turned painful.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He even hummed subconsciously.

It seemed like he was in great pain.

And Ning Ruan... also broke out in cold sweat and turned pale.

A moment later.

She finally moved.

He raised his hand to wipe the slight sweat on his forehead.

"Are you torturing him or yourself?" Yan Liang asked bluntly.

Mu Yiqiu also had a strange expression, "Ning Ruan, why don't we hand him over to Senior Geng for questioning?"

"Psychic attack...you can actually attack mentally..."

The middle-aged man lying on the ground was breathing heavily, and a smile appeared on his pale face, "It's a pity that you are only in the fifth realm, and I am in the twelfth realm. Even if you are seriously injured, you can't hurt me with your mental strength." It’s unbearable.”

"I'm in pain, and you're not much better. It depends on whether I can't bear it first, or whether you're mentally exhausted first."

"..."

Ning Ruan said nothing.

He glanced at him as if he was mentally retarded.

He immediately took out several jade bottles and placed them beside the bed.

He picked one up casually, raised his head slightly, and drank the milky white liquid inside.

The originally pale complexion recovered almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But in the blink of an eye, her face turned rosy and shiny, and she looked in great spirits.

"You're not right."

"It should be based on whether you can't hold it any longer or whether I finish my treasures first."

side said.

She also took out a bunch of unknown spiritual fruits in public.

"What a coincidence. These are all for replenishing mental energy. I feel like I should be able to eat them for a few years."

"..."

The middle-aged monk has never been so disgusted with these second-generation ancestors who rely on the protection of their elders.

The kind that makes your liver hurt.

Really angry!

But he hadn't finished his anger yet.

The pain from the soul came again.

He was not afraid of physical pain at all.

But this kind of pain that can't be seen or touched, but is so painful that it makes people want to blow their heads off, is really unbearable.

"I said, I said... I can say, you stop first... As long as you stop, I will tell you..."

"Not a good attitude."

Ning Ruan didn't stop.

Continue to use mental attacks.

At the same time, he kept moving his hands and drank some liquid from the jade bottle from time to time.

Or first take the spiritual fruit and chew it.

The middle-aged man wanted to curse, but at this moment, he really didn't have the energy to curse.

I can only try my best to lower my posture.

"Please, I beg you to stop, I will say anything, I will say anything..."

Ning Ruan finally stopped slowly.

Even the long red sword stuck in the opponent's palm was taken off, held in his hand, and the blade, still dripping with blood, was placed on the opponent's body and rubbed repeatedly.

Trying to wipe the blood away.

"Would you have said no earlier? No matter how afraid you are of your Pavilion Master, he won't be able to come out now. Since you are in my hands, you should be afraid of me, right?"

"Yeah……"

The middle-aged monk nodded without hesitation. He really didn't want to be mentally attacked anymore, even if he was beaten to death by Geng.

"I can say anything... I am Xuchang, one of the Western Great Protectors of the Spirit Devouring Pavilion..."

The middle-aged monk just finished speaking.

Beside, a certain Twelve Realm cultivator in the guard group exclaimed in shock: "Xuchang? You were the one who destroyed Eucalyptus City ten years ago? One of the Western Great Protectors of the Devouring Spirit Pavilion, no wonder you can get the Nine Nether Refining Soul array!"

"The background is quite big?" Ning Ruan really didn't know what kind of protector the Spirit Devouring Pavilion had.

The little fat man nodded at the right time, "This is indeed big. It's not right that the Lord of the Soul Devouring Pavilion is a confidant. Could it be that he came all the way here just to deal with us?"

Am I crazy? A man came all the way to deal with you? The middle-aged man...Xuchang really wanted to vomit blood.

"I came here to protect someone on the order of the Pavilion Master. I didn't come here specifically for you. I just found out later that you were going to be stationed there, so..."

If he had known this, he should have protected Miss Yun in Mucheng. How could he have ended up in this situation?

In the final analysis, he still believed in the formation too much.

He also underestimated the... wealth of this dead girl in front of him.

"Protecting whom?"

Ning Ruan was still chewing on the spiritual fruit that restored her mental power.

It was as if he was deliberately stimulating Xuchang. Although his mental strength had been fully restored, he was just chewing it for fun.

"Protect..." A trace of confusion appeared on Xuchang's pale face.

follow closely.

The next moment, another sharp pain hit his mind.

"Protect Miss Yun!"

"It was Yunge who won the title of Alchemist, Formation Master and Talisman Master in the Mucheng Skills Competition."

"???"

Confused expressions appeared on everyone's faces.

Mu Yiqiu frowned, "I know Yunge, but the leader of the formation and talisman competition..."

"She disguised her identity and name, but in fact it was all her. She also met our Pavilion Master and had a very good relationship, so the Pavilion Master asked me to hide in the dark to protect her... But a few days ago, I was sent to follow her I don’t know who died in the hands of someone, so I had to show up in front of her. It was she who told me about your movements. I guessed that you were coming to the station, so I followed you..."

In order to avoid being tricked again, this time, Xuchang explained it very happily.

"..."

There is really too much information in the words.

Even the guards with the eleven or twelve realms of cultivation were silent and silent on the surface at this moment, while their hearts were shaken to the extreme.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to be surprised by the friendship between the master of the Soul-Eating Pavilion and a little girl.

Still surprised that a little girl's talent was so good that she became the leader of the three martial arts cultivators.

Admittedly, this is just a competition between several cities near Mucheng. It is absolutely unprecedented to achieve such results.

You don't need to think about it to know that after this person goes to Jiuxiao City to participate in the finals, she will become famous all over the world.

Oh, and that doesn’t include her relationship with the master of the Soul-Eating Pavilion...

"Go on, tell me where your headquarters is?" Ning Ruan was not surprised at all about Yunge.

There is even a feeling that this is indeed the case.

She is now like a dog that is used to eating meat and bones. She can smell the right bones whenever she smells them...