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

Ning Ruan sighed and reluctantly took back the ingredients.

In fact, the first time she saw 'Han Ze', she knew that he was a fake.

It’s all because of my strong sense of smell.

No matter how similar they look and smell, they just taste different.

She still has some interest in counterfeits.

If the other party can also inherit Han Ze's good craftsmanship, she doesn't mind letting the fake follow.

But since I can't... then there's no need to keep it.

You can’t even cook, yet you pretend to be her chef?

Ning Ruan simply put the sword back into her body.

Just carrying an iron pot.

We walked for a while.

It was just as she expected.

The 'acquaintance' reappeared.

This time there are two of them.

The leader of the Blood Bat Clan and the Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator appeared together.

Under the consciousness.

There really isn't anything unusual.

Even the aura is exactly the same.

"Ning Ruan? Are you serious?"

The leader of the blood bat tribe showed a vigilant expression.

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator quickly explained, "We just met that friend Mu, but he was fake."

"Really? What a coincidence?"

Ning Ruan waved the iron pan in his hand.

It hit them both on the head without warning.

The iron pot also comes with strange fire.

Just like before, once they encountered the strange fire, the 'two' people disappeared.

There was no pain at all from being burned by the strange fire.

This doesn't look like a living thing at all.

Curious?

Of course I'm curious.

But it goes without saying that you won't get any useful information.

Ning Ruan simply stopped asking.

When she saw 'Mu Yiqiu' again, she didn't even say a word.

He just punched him directly.

unexpected.

There was actually a sense of substance beneath the fist.

If she wasn't sure that the other party was indeed a fake, she would have almost suspected that she had dialed the wrong number.

But it was obviously not a mistake.

This punch undoubtedly angered the other party.

She let out an extremely piercing scream, and then exploded.

Turned into a black mist.

Sweeping towards Ning Ruan.

Without thinking, she controlled the iron pot to release the strange fire.

As soon as the black fog encountered the strange fire, it was like encountering its natural enemy. In an instant, it was burned and devoured by the strange fire and purified completely.

Not even a trace of smoke was left behind.

After dealing with Mu Yi Qiu, Ning Ruan took a bite of the spiritual fruit in his hand.

He had just swallowed the spiritual fruit and was about to take another bite when he suddenly stopped.

She didn't even look back.

He just quickly condensed a water ball as big as a human head and threw it behind him.

Then he jumped up.

A clean sideways spin kick landed precisely on the bottom of the water ball.

call out--!

The water ball with something wrapped in the middle was kicked away.

It flew back along the same route at a faster speed than when it came, and instantly disappeared into the darkness in the distance.

next second.

All I heard was a 'bang'.

The water ball exploded.

The only sound in the darkness was the dull explosion.

There were faint screams.

Then there was the sound of a hasty escape...

Ning Ruan wiped the water off her hands. She had already sensed the other party's cultivation level, so she slowly chased after him.

In a moment, it flew directly over the head of a figure.

Stand in front of the other person.

"If you dare to run again, my flying sword will chase you. Do you want to try?"

"..."

boom.

The figure suddenly fell from mid-air onto the glacier.

Her voice was trembling and full of fear. "You...are you really Ning Ruan?"

"You're not that ghost, are you?"

"Am I a human or a ghost? Can you take a closer look?" Ning Ruan asked back.

This tone.

This expression.

He was silently watching Ning Ruan's figure with his spiritual sense and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon he thought of something and his body trembled again:

"Fellow Daoist Ning...Fellow Daoist Ning, it was all a misunderstanding just now. I didn't mean it."

"I thought you were one of those weird things, that... a ball of black smoke, but you can change into different shapes at random, so it's hard to tell."

"You...you haven't encountered this before?"

"Are you from the Soul-Eating Clan?" Ning Ruan asked instead of answering.

In the darkness, under the divine sense, the other party suddenly raised his head, his eyes showing surprise, and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I am a Soul Devourer!"

"Fellow Daoist Ning, do you know our race?"

"I guess I know." Ning Ruan replied casually.

She did well in the theoretical courses at the college.

Even after returning from leaving the Eternal Realm for the first time, he still made up for it by studying the languages ​​of various ethnic groups.

But it is rarely used.

Only after leaving the spiritual world did I discover that many races actually know the human language.

In addition to the Feather Clan and the Snake Clan, these two races have the greatest conflicts with the human race.

Maybe he deliberately doesn't want to learn the human language.

So there are quite a few people who don’t know how to do it.

On the contrary, she didn't find any monks from the ten major races who couldn't do it.

The Soul-Devouring Clan cultivator showed an even more excited expression as Ning Ruan answered.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, you are the first one who calls me a Soul Devourer since I came out to train."

Ning Ruan: “?”

Before Ning Ruan could ask, he sighed and said, "Either they have never heard of my race and can't pronounce its name, or they know my race very well but still call me an ant."

...Ant Tribe...

Ning Ruan looked at him silently.

He was short and thin, only about as tall as Ning Ruan's shoulders.

Under the clothes, one could vaguely see that the body was covered with a layer of dark brown unknown substance, which emitted a faint glow when explored by spiritual sense.

The head is slightly larger in proportion, with a pair of antennae that are constantly and slightly trembling, and the compound eyes occupy a large area of ​​the face.

Although the limbs are slender, they appear strong and powerful, with fine hooks on the fingertips.

how to say?

Ning Ruan felt that being called an ant tribe might be somewhat related to his original appearance.

"Ahem." She quickly looked away.

He raised his eyes and asked, "What did you use to attack me just now?"

"Fellow Daoist Ning, I really didn't mean it!"

The excited expression of the Shiling cultivator froze on his face in an instant.

My body instinctively took a few steps back.

I wanted to retreat further, but then I felt a sharp pain in my back.

He could sense without looking back that a sword was silently pressing against his back.

"Ning...Fellow Daoist Ning..."

The Soul-Devouring Clan cultivator's voice was faintly filled with tears, his body was stiff and he dared not move. The chill from the sword tip behind him made him tremble uncontrollably.

"What are you afraid of?" Ning Ruan said calmly, "If I wanted to investigate, you would have died long ago."

"Now, answer my question properly, okay?"

"Okay, I understand, I understand... I will definitely answer you well." The Soul-Devouring Clan cultivator shuddered and quickly stretched out his hand.

A black mass soon appeared in the palm of his hand, similar to the unknown object covering his body.

"I... I used this thing. It's the innate skill of our Soul Devouring Clan. It... it has a little effect on that ghost thing. It can keep it away from me..."

Ning Ruan swept his spiritual sense over.

He quickly looked away after just one glance.

This black mass is not material, it seems to be made up of the filthiest and dirtiest things in the world.

Whether it was a sweep of spiritual consciousness or close contact, it made people feel sick to the core.

Even the soul seemed to be rejecting it.

"Please put it away." Ning Ruan said.

Upon hearing this, the Soul-Devouring Clan cultivator quickly put the thing in his palm back.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, I really thought you were transformed from that black fog, so I used this to deal with you."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to attack you no matter what. I'm only at the eleventh realm, and I'm no match for you."

The last sentence even contained a hint of resentment and embarrassment.

At the peak of the eleventh realm, he didn't even have the courage to fight against a young cultivator who was only at the middle level of the ninth realm.

It's embarrassing to talk about it.

Ning Ruan did not show any disdain or contempt, she raised her hand and pointed.

The spiritual sword behind the Soul-Devouring Clan flew directly back into his body.

"Can you cook?"

she asked slowly.