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

Since the human race has taken the lead, the other races will not have to worry about speaking up.

They all assured the Shadow Clan that they would cooperate with the investigation.

After the Shadow Clan agreed, they ran faster than each other.

The flying spirit boat seemed to speed up and soon disappeared from the spot.

Only a bunch of Shadow Clan monks with sullen faces were left. They knew that the other party's guarantee was false, but they still couldn't say anything to keep them.

"They just want to take the opportunity to leave. What's the point of cooperating with the investigation? If they really return to the tribe, it will be difficult for us to get them to cooperate."

"What's so difficult about that? Do you really think that my Shadow Clan is easy to bully? How dare a small clan pretend to obey you but actually disobey you? What if we destroy them?"

"That's enough." The Shadow Clan cultivator, whose cultivation and status were obviously higher than the others, shouted in a deep voice, "The cultivators of the five clans are obviously united at the moment. The elder is not here, and the other clans are investigating immortal weapons in the Small Remnant Realm. We are no match for them if we rely on ourselves."

"It's okay for them to leave, but the most urgent task is to find the elders as soon as possible."

"But can we really find the elder? That aura... is clearly going downwards." The monk who spoke pointed to a dark, boundless area below that looked like an abyss.

“We have to look for it even if we can’t find it. Otherwise, how are we going to explain to the tribe?” Do we really have to tell the tribe members that their elder was killed by a mysterious powerful man who passed by because he didn’t like him?

"Yes……"

……

ShadowClan didn't want to admit that seemingly absurd possibility.

But the five tribes have a serious tendency towards this.

After leaving, all the tribes were discussing the identity of the mysterious powerful man who might appear here.

And why he took action against Wang He.

And he only attacked Wang He.

The human race was also discussing this matter on their spirit boat.

The disciples had an excited discussion.

The mentors did not stop him because they were all anxious to check their own amnesia.

"Tell me, what did that old fellow from the Shadow Clan do to anger the heavens and the people? Why did he have to get into trouble?"

Ying Bei didn't even try to hide his gloating.

The dimpled young man scratched his head and said, "But the instructor at Tianyuan College said that the senior may not have been in trouble."

Ying Bei rolled his eyes, "You believe this? This is obviously an excuse to trick the Shadow Clan into letting us leave. If it were me, I wouldn't even be able to find an excuse, so what if I left?"

"Ning Ruan, what do you think? Why do you keep touching your hands?"

As soon as Ying Bei finished speaking, several eyes turned to him.

Pei Jingyu, who pretended to be a soldier but had flaws all over his body, came over directly and stared at her hand curiously, "Is your hand injured? Was it struck by lightning?"

Ning Ruan: "..."

She clenched her left hand into a fist and pointed at it with her right hand. "Can you see any difference?"

Pei Jingyu nodded heavily, "Of course it's different."

Ok? ? ?

Her great father's sealing technique failed?

Ning Ruan raised her eyes, "What's the difference?"

Pei Jingyu said seriously: "Junior sister's hands exude the fragrance of spiritual stones. I have never seen such a fragrant hand. Of course, it is different from others."

Ning Ruan: "..."

Greasy!

She said, "You said it very well, but don't say it next time."

Pei Jingyu stopped talking, but Ying Bei suddenly stood up, staring at her fist, and gritted his teeth and said:

"You mean to say that you have made a breakthrough and become stronger, and you can defeat a physical cultivator like me with just your fists, right?"

what?

Ning Ruan looked at him as if he was a mentally retarded person, and his expression was extremely interesting.

……

After an incense stick of time, Ying Bei had a red sword pointed at his head. Ning Ruan held the sword and stepped on his chest.

"Still fighting?" she asked calmly.

Ying Bei looked aggrieved, lying on the deck and angrily said: "You have no martial ethics. Didn't I say I would only use my fists?"

Ning Ruan asked back: "Who told you that? Don't you know I'm a sword cultivator? Are you unconvinced?"

Ying Bei just wouldn't accept it!

But when the words came to his mouth, he silently changed his words, "If you lose, you lose. It's not like I can't afford to lose. You only beat me once, but it doesn't mean you can beat me forever."

This is what the mentors in the college advised him.

He once believed it.

And I agree with it deeply.

But now... he suddenly felt a little unconvinced.

Because when he was in the ninth realm, there was no thunder tribulation.

Ning Ruan put away the sword, and Pei Jingyu approached with a servile look, "Master... we just finished fighting, are you hungry? Do you need me to cook for you now?"

"Okay." Ning Ruan nodded.

I’m not hungry after the fight, but I just got struck by lightning, so I could still eat something.

After getting Ning Ruan's approval, Pei Jingyu became even more enthusiastic. Since there were no outsiders around, the two of them did not return to the room.

Just cook on the deck.

Ying Bei had already climbed up, patted his sleeves, and sat back in his original position proudly.

As soon as he sat down, he withdrew his gaze from Pei Jingyu, glanced at Yan Liang, and said in a sarcastic tone:

"He is actually your senior brother, right? I will never make a mistake. He doesn't look like him at all."

Yan Liang also felt that it was not the case, and he deeply believed that even if his fellow brothers had such a good thing as the water from the Wuxiang Pool, they would not be as good at disguising as he was.

If it were him, he would definitely not be discovered by an idiot like Ying Bei.

"So what?" Yan Liang raised his chin slightly, and the sword intent could be faintly seen flowing through his body.

Ying Bei: “…”

He wasn't afraid of a fight, but he didn't want to fight another one now.

It’s better to fight against someone who has reached the thirteenth level of cultivation.

"I'm just curious as to why they were hunted down by the Dark Phoenix and Snake Charm tribes."

"Then why are you being hunted by the Panxi tribe?" Yan Liang asked.

Ying Bei didn't even think about it, "Of course it's because he's sick and chases everyone he sees."

Yan Liang sneered, "Of course the same is true for the Dark Phoenix and Snake Charm tribes."

Ying Bei: “…” Does he look very stupid?

That's completely different.

Ying Bei simply pretended to be dead and stopped talking.

And the other side.

The big guys who had been checking their own conditions finally felt a sense of powerless fear again.

In the meeting room on the spirit boat.

General Han's face was grim and terrifying: "There is no trace at all. It is impossible to tell that anyone has tampered with it."

The dean of Lingshan College also said with a sad face: "We can only wait until we get back and bring fellow Taoists who are good at mental power and soul to do another checkup."

But he still wasn't very confident.

Because even if a fellow Taoist like that directly deleted a piece of memory from them, even if he couldn't find the memory back, he would still be able to find some traces.

It's not like now, there is no trace at all.

It’s like... the memory has always been like this and has never been lost.

The instructor at Tianyuan College took a deep breath and said, "It seems that some powerful person really passed by. I just can't figure out why he wanted to seal our memories."

"If he just doesn't want us to know about his existence, he is fully capable of keeping it from us. And there is also the Shadow Clan..."

"He didn't touch other members of the Shadow Clan, but only touched Wang He. This means that he is not necessarily an enemy of the Shadow Clan. Perhaps he has a grudge against Wang He?"

The Royal Academy instructor retorted, "Wang He is indeed very strong, but compared to this kind of strong man, there is a world of difference. If there really was a grudge, how could Wang He live until now?"

This makes a lot of sense.

The instructor at Tianyuan College couldn't refute it either.

General Han said: "No matter what, at least that strong man has no hostility towards us at the moment. He only sealed our memories, but never attacked anyone except Wang He."

"Right now, it seems that the most important thing may not be that strong man." The instructor of Lingshan College sighed slightly and looked out the window at the dark and silent endless world outside.

He slowly opened his mouth and said, "The immortal weapon was born and taken away by the Panxi tribe. He is weak and alone, but he holds the immortal weapon. It is bound to attract the covetousness of various tribes. This matter cannot be concealed."

After a pause, he thought of another thing, "And Ning Ruan, he just broke through the ninth realm and encountered a thunder tribulation. This matter can't be concealed either."

Teacher Duan: “…”