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

The first thing Ning Ruan did when he left the teleportation array was to take out the iron pot.

He covered his head with it without hesitation.

Covered suddenly.

So the monks outside the teleportation array could only vaguely see a group of blurry figures, and then the iron pot was suddenly covered on them.

"...Old Ape? Is that you? What are you doing?"

"Where did this pot come from? Is it a spiritual weapon? Strange, even my spiritual sense can't get into it."

"So weird? Did you guys catch a big fish this time, Old Ape?"

"Okay, come out quickly and let us take a look at this pot."

"..."

Outside, several voices came one after another.

Yuan Shan was about to speak subconsciously.

Then he sensed Ning Ruan's gaze.

He snapped his mouth shut.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, Fellow Daoist Mu, there is one Yuan-building Realm, two Thirteenth Realm, and one Twelfth Realm outside."

"I can't sense anything farther away."

Shui Ling'er's voice transmission sounded in Ning Ruan and Mu Yi Qiu's minds at the same time.

"You're really brave! Aren't you afraid that the Yuan-building Realm cultivator outside will follow your consciousness and attack you, causing damage to your soul?"

Mu Yiqiu sent a message back with an expressionless face.

Shui Ling'er smiled sweetly, "Thank you, Brother Mu, for your concern. But it's okay. Even the elders couldn't sense the spiritual sense I sent out."

Mu Yiqiu: "..."

Another destiny with special skills!

"Yushan? Why haven't you come out yet?"

"Old ape? What are you doing?"

"..."

Outside the iron pot, the urging voices of the four monks gradually became filled with impatience and a hint of suspicion.

The cultivator at the Yuan-building stage stepped forward, his expression solemn:

"Who's under the pot? If you don't come out, don't blame me for being rude."

"Tell your boss to come out and see me." Inside the iron pot, Ning Ruan was cracking melon seeds and slowly called out, "I want the one with the highest cultivation level."

"Of course, more is fine, I don't mind."

"..."

There was a sudden silence outside the pot.

The four monks' expressions suddenly changed.

The aura of the Yuan-building Realm expert who was in the lead instantly became condensed, and invisible pressure slowly spread out.

"Who are you?" He stared at the iron pot, as if he wanted to see through it. "Where are Yuanshan and the others?"

"Yuan Shan..." The girl's voice was still calm, "Did you hear me? I'm calling you. Just give me a squeak."

Sarusama: "..."

Yuanshan's expression at this moment was even uglier than his companions outside the pot.

But he did not dare to hesitate and replied with difficulty: "...It's...it's me...Yuanshan..."

"Old Ape?!" A cultivator outside the pot screamed, "What the hell is wrong with you?! Were you caught? Who did this?"

"Tell them boldly who did it?" Ning Ruan reminded with a chuckle while cracking melon seeds.

Yuan Shan: “…”

"It's... it's Ning Ruan from the human race."

"We've been tricked. I don't know what's been put into our bodies. She can directly harm our souls."

"As for spiritual power, it cannot be used!" The young man from the Silver Wing tribe echoed.

"Human race? Ning Ruan? The one ranked fifty-sixth on the Tianjiao list? Isn't she only at the ninth realm? You guys, who are at a higher realm than her, were captured by her?"

The monk outside the pot cried out in disbelief.

Yuan Shan: “…” If you have the guts, come and try!

How does this look like the Ninth Realm?

"Ning Ruan? What a trick!" The Yuan-building cultivator's face was gloomy and his tone was cold: "Just because you captured a few small cultivators, you dare to be so arrogant and even dream of seeing the adults. What a joke."

"No matter who you are or what race you are, since you came here without knowing the consequences, this pot will be your coffin!"

The words started to fall.

A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the Yuan-building realm expert.

The skinny palm slowly rose up, and a heart-pounding green light lingered at the fingertips. The temperature of the surrounding air suddenly rose, making a sizzling sound.

next moment.

A ball of flame emitting a green glow silently burst out from his palm!

With a terrifying aura of burning everything, it slammed hard into the plain big iron pot!

boom--!

The flames collided with the iron pot, making a terrifying sound.

However, the expected scene of the pot being destroyed and people being killed did not occur.

His strange fire... was like a drop in the ocean, without even a spark or a ripple, it disappeared on the surface of the iron pot.

But the iron pot... was still motionless, still firmly stuck there.

"what?!"

The expression on the Yuan-building realm cultivator's face turned into astonishment. "How is it possible that even the strange fire can't destroy it?"

When Ning Ruan heard the word "strange fire", she felt something was wrong.

It's like a little lamb running in front of a hungry wolf.

Also asked it: Do you think I am fat?

Ning Ruan: “…”

Ning Ruan just had an idea.

Suddenly, the screams of a Yuan-building realm expert were heard outside.

A shrill howl that was so distorted!

"No, my strange fire—"

"Ning Ruan, what did you do?"

"Stop! Stop it!"

The Yuan-building realm cultivator's eyes were bloodshot at this moment.

His strange fire was being stripped and sucked out of his body at an irreversible speed by that damn iron pot!

puff--

The old man suddenly spat out a large mouthful of burnt blood, and his breath instantly became extremely weak.

He staggered backward and would have almost collapsed to the ground if he hadn't been supported by his horrified companions.

He instinctively raised his hand, trying to summon the strange fire again.

But no trace of fire rose in the palm of his hand.

All the flames were covering the iron pot.

It is being absorbed rapidly.

"My strange fire... is gone?"

"How could...how could..."

boom--

The iron pot was suddenly opened.

Revealing the figures inside.

Ning Ruan was holding the pot.

Raised his hand and knocked.

The flame covering the iron pan has disappeared.

There is nothing unusual.

"I'm so sorry, I forgot to remind you that I love strange fire the most."

"Ning Ruan?" The Yuan-building cultivator struggled to stand up, his eyes filled with murderous intent, "Give me back my strange fire! Die!"

Ning Ruan wanted to use the magic weapon directly.

Taking advantage of the fact that the opponent has lost the sacred fire and is injured, and then suppressing his realm, there is still a possibility of a battle.

But someone was quicker than her.

Shui Ling'er directly threw out a large golden net to cover the other party.

Then, like a frightened little rabbit, he hid behind Ning Ruan.

"I...I didn't mean it. I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Ning Ruan: “…” What a little fool.

The other three monks looked at each other when they saw this.

Immediately, they rushed towards Ning Ruan and the other two.

In the blink of an eye, Shui Ling'er took out a small azure shield that shimmered as if formed by water, and nervously wanted to stand in front.

"You...you hide behind me, they can't break it."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ning Ruan forced the soul-binding rope into her hand.

"Keep an eye on those guys. If anyone dares to move, kill them. Do you dare to kill them?"

"Ah? No... I dare not." Shui Ling'er was anxious.

"If you don't dare to kill me, then you can just knock me out."

Ning Ruan, who had uttered the last sentence, had already appeared in front of the two Thirteenth Realm cultivators!

One is the Feather Clan.

One is the Lingsha tribe.

No stranger.

Ning Ruan did not draw his sword.

He picked up the iron pot in his hand and smashed it over.

The two Thirteenth Realm cultivators dared not underestimate him.

I dare not even confront it head-on.

Quickly activate the defensive spiritual weapon.

But in just a moment, several flames burst out from the iron pot that was thrown over.

Colors vary.

No matter which one, people instinctively feel fear.

Compared with flames of other colors, the green flame mixed in it appears extremely weak.

But no matter how weak it is, it is still a strange fire!

The two thirteenth-level cultivators who had the advantage in realm turned around and retreated without hesitation.

"Exotic fire!"

"How come you have so many strange fires?"

On the other side, the Yuan-building realm expert who was covered by the golden net stared at Ning Ruan's iron pot in disbelief.

It was hard to tell whether the look in his eyes was one of shock or covetousness.

Ning Ruan didn't reply to him.

She was fighting one against two, holding an iron pot, and relying on the advantage of krypton gold, she forced the two Thirteenth Realm warriors into a panic.

She even had time to glance in Mu Yiqiu's direction.

Mu Yiqiu was not idle either.

She held her natal spirit sword in her hand, with an indomitable and sharp aura, and was fighting fiercely with the last twelfth-level cultivator.

The sword light was like a waterfall, so fast that only an afterimage was left!

Actually completely gained the upper hand.