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

Han Ze's words were like thunder from a clear sky.

After a brief silence, there was an uncontrollable uproar.

All the monks gathered here, regardless of their race or level of cultivation, were horrified at this moment.

His burning gaze was fixed on the ancient altar that was roaring and shaking!

"There are actually immortal artifacts in the altar?"

"No...that's impossible, right? If there really was a magical artifact, those powerful warriors who wiped out the Curse Crow Clan would have definitely taken it away. How could they have left it until now?"

"Not necessarily. Those powerful people obviously have some kind of relationship with immortals. Perhaps they simply don't appreciate the immortal weapons of the Curse Crow Clan."

"So, is there really a magical weapon in this altar?"

"..."

Even though the discussions around were deliberately lowered, they still seemed a bit noisy.

The shock and enthusiasm in everyone's eyes could not be suppressed at all.

Wang Xuan's cold gaze swept across the agitated crowd below.

The pressure emanating from his body was like solid ice, instantly silencing the noisy discussions.

The monks with lower cultivation levels turned pale and fell silent in an instant. The enthusiasm in their eyes was suppressed by fear.

"Immortal weapon?" Wang Xuan's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone, with obvious mockery. "Even if it really exists, it must have been obtained through strength. Are you, a bunch of useless people, worthy of getting your hands on it?"

It was a blunt remark, but no one dared to refute it.

In a world where strength is respected, at least here, Wang Xuan has the capital to say this.

Seeing that the crowd below had quieted down, he returned his gaze to Han Ze, his murderous intent undisguised: "It would be best if it were as you said. If there is no immortal weapon..."

Han Ze remained calm and said, "My life is in the hands of the senior."

Wang Xuan remained silent, only sneered, "It's a pity that all your little tricks can only help Ning Ruan live a little longer."

"It will be the same if I take action after she comes here. You can't change the outcome."

"Killing her won't take a moment."

The words fell.

He suddenly raised his hand and set a ban.

"If any of you want to tip off Ning Ruan, please give up the idea as soon as possible."

"If you let me know, I promise you will die before Ning Ruan."

The moment his voice fell, he flew down.

All the breath disappeared.

If we didn't know that this powerful person couldn't leave, we wouldn't be able to detect him at all just by using our spiritual sense.

……

Ning Ruan moved forward very quickly.

Before, only Wang Xuan noticed her arrival.

Now all cultivators above the thirteenth realm have sensed it.

Same as Wang Xuan.

The first thing they sensed was naturally the team of hundreds of monks following behind her.

It is truly spectacular.

Then there was the iron pot she was holding in one hand, and the strange fire in the pot...

Wherever it passed, the black fog retreated.

These black fogs that even they could not withstand were so fragile that they were vulnerable when facing the strange fire.

It seemed like they were a joke before.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, the aura ahead is very mixed, there must be quite a few cultivators."

Mo Feng came closer and said in a low voice, "Those Daoists in the Yuan-building Realm back there said that the one in the front who has the highest cultivation level is at the Yuan-building Realm."

Yuan-building realm?

Ning Ruan was a little unconvinced, so she asked, "Wang Xuan isn't here?"

"...Fellow Daoist Ning, if that person is really here, he will definitely be able to hear you mention his name."

Mo Feng sighed.

He knew that Fellow Daoist Ning was very confident, but the other party was not an ordinary strong man!

That is an existence that even the Grand Master of the Xuanshui Clan may not be able to defeat!

Fellow Daoist Ning is being too arrogant.

But he obviously didn't expect that Brother Ning could be even more arrogant.

Ning Ruan looked at him and tilted her head slightly, "Then he can hear me when I scold him?"

Mo Feng: “???”

Did he mean it?

what?

That’s not what he meant!!!

But before he could answer.

Ning Ruan started cursing: "Wang Xuan is an idiot."

"Wang Xuan has a problem with his brain."

"Isn't it good to be alive? You actually want to cause trouble for me."

Mo Feng’s face turned pale: “!!!” It’s over, it’s over, it’s over!

It's over!

"It's okay." Ning Ruan raised her eyes slightly, and even had the leisure to take out a spiritual fruit and bite it, making a crunching sound. She commented vaguely: "There is no reaction. It seems that he is not here."

"!"

Mo Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

The stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.

Not good anymore.

It’s better not to be here.

Fellow Daoist Ning is fearless, but he is afraid!

"Don't be afraid. He's not around, so what's there to be afraid of?" Ning Ruan took a bite of the spiritual fruit. "Come on, come on, while he's away, why don't you curse him a few more times?"

Mo Feng: “…” He didn’t dare to curse even though he was not around.

Seeing that he was determined to keep his mouth shut, Ning Ruan didn't force him. She chuckled and said, "If you don't dare to curse, then I'll do it for you."

"Wang Xuan is just a bully, little piece of trash."

"I won't live past tomorrow."

"..."

Listening to Ning Ruan cursing one sentence after another, Mo Feng trembled.

I even wanted to cover her mouth.

But he didn't dare.

Don’t dare to scold Wang Xuan.

I didn't even dare to cover Fellow Daoist Ning's mouth.

The large group of monks following behind him also tried to minimize their presence as much as possible.

I wish I didn't have ears.

If it weren't for the dangers here, they would have blocked their hearing.

"There's no response. It seems he's really not here."

Ning Ruan could already see the appearance of the altar with his naked eyes.

Under the beam of light, the altar became clearer and clearer.

Ning Ruan even recognized the figure closest to the altar.

Even though it's just a back view.

But it is also within the range of the light beam.

Her chef...finally found his whereabouts!

Ning Ruan's spiritual sense could also clearly see the area that the light column could not reach.

There were quite a few monks standing there.

Every ethnic group has it.

"Mo Feng, you just said that their highest level of cultivation is only at the Yuan-building stage?"

Mo Feng: "...It was said by the fellow Daoist in the Yuan-building Realm behind me, not me... I can't sense it..."

He is only at the eleventh level.

What can he do?

It seems like his only function is... cooking.

"Did Fellow Daoist Ning discover something?"

He looked around but didn't dare to say it out loud.

Instead, he wisely chose to transmit the message.

Ning Ruan's spiritual sense fell accurately on Shui Ling'er.

She is currently only at the middle level of the ninth realm. If others’ cultivation is too strong, she really can’t sense anything.

She couldn't even sense the Yuan-building realm accurately.

But she saw Shui Ling'er!

Don’t tell Shui Ling’er that the group of Xuanshui people standing behind her are just at the Yuanzhu realm.

She doesn't believe it.

There is something fishy going on in the Yuan Zhu realm!

Shui Yingxue is at the Yuan Zhu realm, but the Xuanshui people are still standing on all sides in a protective manner.

"interesting."

She slowly uttered two words.

Accelerate your steps.

The man had already flown to the range of the group of monks.

He slowly stopped and did not move forward.

"What's going on? It's so lively?"

The girl's clear voice slowly rang out in the air.