Peerless Tang Sect's Shepherd Star Silver Dragon

Chapter 237 Conflict
  On the top of the steep mountain wall, a majestic hall was carved out. On the stone plaque, there were four large characters with iron paintings and silver hooks inscribed on the body of the gods.

Wang Qiuer stood in front of the main hall, her long hair like gold flying in the wind. Her heroic and beautiful appearance made many disciples of the Noumenon Sect stop and admire this beauty.

The disciples of Noumenon Sect whispered one by one: "Senior brother, is this beautiful girl the new junior sister?"

"It's so beautiful." "Junior brother, have you seen that girl? One day..." "Go away! This is my goddess." "My withered heart has come to life again." "Junior brother, my saliva is dripping."

It has to be said that in a short period of time, Wang Qiuer has become the goddess in the hearts of Noumenon Sect disciples, the kind of person who puts photos under their pillows.

It's not that some members of the Noumenon Sect came forward and tried to strike up a conversation, but they were all repelled by Wang Qiuer's sharp eyes like a knife.

The three panting women climbed up from under the iron rope, especially Ye Guyi, who still had a look of shock on his face.

"Look at you, you are not as strong as little girl Xue Fei!" Si Mu Qing, who followed behind, said to Yu Ying and Ling Luochen.

As for Ye Guyi, she fell just as she was flying. Because there was a howling gale in the sky, no soul skills could be used under the strong wind, the skin was chapped, and the soul power dissipated. Si Muqing gave her a hand and helped her lift it up.

Yu Ying buried her head in the majesty, Ye Guyi looked ashamed, and Ling Luochen's eyes drifted upward. She had only recently started to practice bowing, so her strength could be imagined.

"Too slow!" Wang Qiu'er complained to Si Muqing, walking towards Si Muqing with her long and powerful legs. She was the one who had the most say in Si Muqing's body. She came up so slowly. They are definitely waiting for these weak women, except for Xue Fei, whose body bones have not yet grown.

Si Muqing's lips curved with a slight smile: "Because the way up is too difficult."

As soon as he said this, dangerous eyes were fixed on Si Muqing. Si Muqing glanced around the body, and the smile on the corner of his lips became stronger: "It seems that the Noumenon Sect is really suitable for you. Yes! In every sense."

After Si Muqing finished speaking, his smile faded, his eyes were filled with sword light, and he said, "Get out!"

When Long Yue, who had just come up, heard this, his eyes darkened. Brother, why should you be so unscrupulous in provocation? Long Yue is too familiar with the character of the disciples of the Noumenon Sect. Strength, or Qi, blood and body are the best passes in the Noumenon Sect. What you said just now is a sign of weakness in their eyes, and now you are blatantly disrespectful of etiquette. He The younger brother got angry and accidentally started a fight.

Long Yue said that he was not worried about the guests, he was just worried about his fellow apprentices.

The gazes around him suddenly became dangerous, and a terrifying sword intent appeared on Si Muqing's body that made people stand on end.

A terrifying aura erupted, and the disciples of the Noumenon Sect all took a step back. Then their faces turned red, as if they had been humiliated. They all clenched their fists with blue veins bulging out.

There was a smile in Si Muqing's eyes. In a sense, he came here to stir up trouble.

Just as Long Yue was about to persuade him to make peace, a mocking word rang out, which aroused the nerves of the disciples of the Noumenon Sect.

"Hey! Every one of the disciples of the Noumenon Sect has been humiliated like this, and in the end there is not even a bloody man." The person who said this was Wang Qiu'er, with amber-like transparent golden pupils flowing with the light of flames, like a side face. Looking at the mirror reflecting the fire, one can imagine her current mood, full of joy and excitement.

Si Muqing looked at Wang Qiu'er helplessly. He was already familiar with this scene and felt distressed. Wang Qiu'er had many interests, but there were two things that made her happiest. One was martial arts competition, and the other was His kind is to instigate other people to fight with him, especially when it comes to a woman, she seems to be more excited.

But instead of calming down, Si Muqing's momentum became even more violent. Many of the weak Noumenon sect members felt as if they were being held up by sharp sword points, and cold sweat soaked the clothes on their backs. Ling Luochen and Xue Fei grabbed the corners of Ye Guyi and Yu Ying's clothes and motioned them to watch quietly.

A tall and tall man from the Noumenon Sect stepped forward and stepped forward despite Si Muqing's momentum. Their disciples of the Noumenon Sect would never engage in any kind of beatings. Only by defeating him one by one can they wash away their shame: "The Noumenon Sect's disciples will never engage in any kind of beating. Only by defeating him one by one can they wash away their shame: "Noumenon Sect's disciples …”

"Wait until you get out from under my sword, then tell me your name!" Si Muqing felt like a villain now, arrogant and arrogant, just waiting to be slapped in the face by the protagonist who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger, step on him to get the upper hand, and reap the rewards The respect of the noumenon sect members and the love of the beautiful girl.

The burly man did not continue speaking. The muscles on his big face with a beard twitched and his eyes were fierce. The disciples of the Noumenon Sect never concealed their emotions. Happiness is happiness, evil is evil. Those who have sharpened their bodies and wills in this harsh place The disciples of the Noumenon Sect all have similar personalities: bloodthirsty, warlike, and violent.

The burly man faced Si Mu Qing and took a long stride. His momentum was like a running bear, shaking the ground.

Si Muqing narrowed his eyes. He had to say that the Noumenon Sect was a bit on the level. The energy and blood in this person's body flowed like a torrential river. He was not as good as Wang Qiu'er, a soul master with the golden dragon bloodline who now practiced the Shattered Void Way. But that was It's three or four times behind, so Noumenon Sect's position as the No. 1 sect in the world is much more deserved than that of Tang Sect. After all, one is due to external force, and the other is due to generations of strong men.

The Mu Xing Sword turned into a sword light and was unsheathed. When everyone saw this scene, they felt that their three views were shattered. Then they scanned Si Muqing's body vigorously, trying to find evidence that Si Muqing used the soul ring.

However, let alone finding the soul ring, Si Muqing kept his hand in the crook of Gu Yuena's leg.

The Shepherd's Star Sword ran like thunder, its power was like fire, and the sword energy was swaying like raindrops, and it was a neck-and-neck fight with the burly man.

If someone looked directly into Si Muqing's pupils, he could see the sword light in Si Muqing's eyes, and a vague figure holding a sword to compete with the big man. This sword-controlling skill is a small ability that Si Muqing discovered after condensing the sword thought. In the past, he could only control the sword through the spirituality of the Shepherd Star Sword itself and the energy contained in it. But now, Si Muqing whispered with satisfaction in his heart. : Finally, he looks like a swordsman.

The illustrious sword energy wandered around the big man, cutting a wound on his body from time to time, and blood flowed wildly.

The body of the Shepherd's Star Sword turned into sword light, and the high-frequency vibration of the sword light split everything around it. Under the indestructible sharpness of the Shepherd's Star Sword, the big man was only a human being after all. A man made of flesh and blood, no matter how strong his energy and blood, could not Achieve the rebirth of severed limbs and an invulnerable immortal body.

Deep in the hall, the figure on the stone seat let out a faint sigh.

"That's enough." A voice filled with powerful soul interrupted the contest between Si Muqing and the big man.

When the disciples of the Noumenon Sect heard this voice, they subconsciously showed a look of respect on their faces.

"Long Yue, bring the guests to meet me in the sect's main hall."

"Yes." Long Yue subconsciously closed his legs, straightened his back, and shouted in a loud voice.

The big man stopped his hand immediately, regardless of the Shepherd's Sword Qi that was rushing towards him.

The Shepherd's Star Sword suddenly stopped from the passing meteor and returned to its scabbard.

Wang Qiu'er, Ling Luochen, and Xue Fei looked at the closed door of the stone palace.

(End of this chapter)