Yan Ruyu knew that Nangong was shameless with a sword, but she didn't expect it to be so shameless, she completely threw aside morality and embarrassed her own people.

The news from Liang Xiaosheng was that Yan Qingxiu and his entourage, who had returned to the Tibetan Sword Sect, had been placed under house arrest, and even the hard-working Yanfeng Lord had been imprisoned.

What made Yan Ruyu angry was that her lively and active niece Yan Siwan was taken into the sword mound by Nangong Yijian alone, and it was clear that she was taking the child as a hostage!

"If you want to see me so much, then I'll go and meet you. Yan Ruyu sneered.

She is not a person who shouts and kills on impulse, the warning words that Toto left her are still echoing in her ears, and now those in the upper realm are in the Hidden Sword Sect, and they must have been held by Nangong Yijian's thighs.

When she goes, those who use swords and swords will rarely have conflicts with those people, and she must prepare well to avoid suffering losses when she gets it.

With a wave of his hand, countless storage bags swirled in the air, the mouth of the bag was untied, and the same objects fell out of it and piled up into a hill in front of Yan Ruyu.

Taixu exclaimed: There are so many things! The treasures of the Yunlan Realm have all been brought by you, no wonder the cultivation of the monks in this realm is so despised.

Yan Ruyu snorted coldly and said: "These words are too wrongful, these things were originally scavenged from them, and they were originally left with them, and I didn't see them make good use of them, but the people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, and they want to rob others before they run out of good things, but they are robbed." ”

Taixu remembered that he was going to hug Yan Ruyu's thighs, and immediately stopped talking: You are right, what do you want to do when you move these many things out, do you want to classify them, I will help you.

Yan Ruyu made a gesture of please.

Taixu turned into a golden thread and rushed over, and it didn't take long for everything to be classified, and a big mountain turned into several small mountain bags. Pills, spirit grasses, talismans, magic weapons, Taoist weapons......

Yan Ruyu grabbed it with her big hand and put the Dao weapon into the storage bag, the rest of the things were no longer useful to her, and a divine thought was transmitted, and the young steward of the Shura Hall brought the disciple to her.

Xu had never seen so many things in his life, and these disciples were dumbfounded, looking so frightened that they were too fugue.

"There shouldn't be much in the storehouse, so you can move these things in and reward them to your disciples. Yan Ruyu said lightly.

"Huh?" the young steward retracted his thoughts and looked at Yan Ruyu in surprise.

When he saw these things, he thought that Yan Ruyu asked him to bring people up to help her sort the good things. But after a dazzling look, a closer look reveals that those treasures have been sorted.

And the meaning of Yan Ruyu's words is to rush these things to the library as a resource for the doorman.

Yan Ruyu glanced at him.

The young steward immediately straightened up, rubbed his trouser legs, walked hand and foot to the side of those mountain bags, and couldn't help asking, "Master, do you really want to rush into the warehouse?"

It is true that the disciples of the Shura Hall performed well in the battle with the Dark Demon Realm, but they are completely incomparable to these rewards in front of them.

Yan Ruyu felt a little funny when she saw him like this, but because of Yan Qingxiu's matter, she was very preoccupied, and she couldn't laugh.

"Now that you also know the pattern of the Yunlan Realm, maybe the entire Yunlan Realm will be in the pocket of the Dark Demon Realm in the future, so what's the use of keeping these things. I think that even if the battle of ascension is lost by the Yunlan Realm, you will not accept your fate so much, and you will have to fight hard at that time. Yan Ruyu said.

But whoever has the backbone, who will admit such a fate, the gamble is hastily set by the people of the upper realm, it is not the meaning of these natives at all, if there is really such a day, it is death, and it will not be enslaved by the dark demon world!

The young steward was solemn and said, "With the head of the house, the conspiracy of the Dark Demon Realm will not succeed!"

Yan Ruyu looked at him in surprise, "You must be too confident in me, people still have to rely on themselves, how can they put their lives in the hands of others." The people of the Dark Demon Realm are naturally not terrible, but the people of the Upper Realm are terrifying. ”

Her original intention was to put pressure on the people of the Shura Palace, so that they could practice seriously, not slack off, and have a clear understanding of the bleak current situation, so as not to be drunk and regretted when they get it.

It's a pity that she still underestimated her weight in the minds of the people in the door, and only listened to them: "There is a master, even if you are from the upper realm, if you want to do something that is not conducive to the Yunlan realm, you will not succeed!"

Yan Ruyu: "......" where did their confidence in her come from!

Yan Ruyu fell to the ground, stinky and asked them to take things away. Soon, the bamboo forest became empty again.

"It's time to go to Nangong Yijian to settle accounts!" Yan Ruyu stood up and said, her eyes narrowed, her divine sense crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and landed on the Tibetan Sword Sect, stabbing downward, which made the Tibetan Sword Sect's mountain protection array shake fiercely.

"What person!" Young Sect Master Nangong Huan appeared outside the formation, staring around coldly.

Fang Cai's sudden blow was even stronger than the attack of those individual god-stage cultivators in the Dark Demon Realm, could it be that the people of the Upper Demon Realm broke the contract and connived at the Dark Demon Realm to make a comeback?

It's a pity that his divine sense searched around, but he couldn't find anyone.

The people of the Dark Demon Realm had to be guarded against, so he ordered a group of disciples to sweep around, and never give thieves a chance to take advantage of it.

Mo Yuan appeared behind him, his eyes looked into the distance, as if he had some guesses, but he pursed his lips and shook his head to deny this idea, the Yan Hall Master of the Shura Hall should not have such strength.

The Shura Hall is too far away from the Tibetan Sword Sect.

"Huan'er, what do you think about the matter of Lord Yanfeng?" Mo Yuan asked.

It was precisely because he was not used to seeing the atmosphere of the black miasma inside the door that Nangong Huan took the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief outside the formation, not wanting Mo Yuan to provoke this topic again, his nerves tightened all of a sudden.

"What's wrong with my father now that he made such a decision. Nangong Huan's face sank, "For that reason, imprisoning the Yanfeng Lord and his family is too disobedient." ”

Nangong Yijian's reason is that Yan Ruyu is a disciple of the Demon Maiden Hidden Sword Sect, and then colluded with outsiders to betray the Tibetan Sword Sect, which triggered a series of conflicts later.

Even the establishment of the alliance was a deal between Yan Ruyu and the Dark Demon Realm, ostensibly with the alliance to protect the Yunlan Realm, but in fact, it was to help the Dark Demon Realm suppress the Yunlan Realm.

"yes, it's not like we don't have long eyes, this excuse is too bad. Mo Yuan sighed.

He glanced at Nangong Huan, thinking that the current senior brother in charge is really becoming more and more unpopular, and even has opinions about the son he admires the most, which shows how much he has changed.

The two whispered to each other, but inexplicably felt a cold wind drifting from afar, passing through their necks, leaving a faint frost air.

A golden thread could be faintly seen, moving so fast that it was dazzling.

"She's really here!" Mo Yuan said in a lost voice.