Wild beast war god

If it was only the martial arts realm more than a month ago, now even if it breaks through, it is estimated to be only the peak of the spiritual warfare realm, so this Sikong Buhu seems to be a very, very scary existence.

But it's not a battle body, and everyone thinks it's impossible. It must just be that he hasn't exploded with the power of a battle body yet.

All in all, almost all the strongest disciples from all forces have remembered the name "Sikong Buhu" and are extremely afraid of it.

At the same time, Bi Xian and other women had also sat down again.

Their faces were as cold as frost, almost freezing the surroundings into ice slag.

Everyone's mood was about to explode.

Especially when listening to everyone discussing Sikong Buwang, Bi Xian really wanted to rush over and kill him. She had never been so embarrassed. What was even more uncomfortable was that she was completely ridden by Chang Qing. Come up.

"Senior Sister Bi Xian, what should we do?" Female disciple You Wu Nian couldn't help but ask.

At this moment, Bi Xian's teeth were clenching loudly.

She roared in a low voice: "I really don't know what the Lord of the Fox Clan is doing. Why do you still let this person run free?"

Of course, no one can answer this question for the time being.

"No matter what, he's just waiting to be punished. He even came to the Ice King Round Tower without authorization and even caused us to be embarrassed."

"Senior Mieqing will definitely have some concerns. We will wait until we leave the Ice King Round Tower."

Now, Bi Xian can only do this.

If you fight with Sikong Buwu here, regardless of whether the fight is over or not, the Master Miu Qing will definitely be angry.

Then, Bi Xian shouted loudly: "We must win the next gambling battle, and we must make Master Mieqing happy."

The next moment, the strongest disciple from Beiminghan Mountain suddenly came over and said with a smile: "Bixian, congratulations on winning the gambling battle with us below the spiritual realm. Your one-armed girl just now was simply too powerful."

"If you can bring her to the banquet, we must have a good relationship, right? Introduce her to us and get to know her."

As soon as these words came out, Bi Xian's face, which had been gradually recovering, suddenly turned red and almost spurted blood.

She raised her head and saw the mocking expressions of everyone in the room.

What a bastard, she brought Wangge to be humiliated and attack the Changqing lineage, but now she is the one being humiliated.

Everyone is watching their own joke... You bastards, you must kill Wangge and Sikong Buwang.

Amid the sarcasm around them, the gambling battle between the major forces continued.

It was said to be a banquet, but in reality it was a competition between disciples from various major forces.

At present, the competition in the spiritual battle realm has ended, with Wu Nian Shengzong winning the most, but Bi Xian is certainly not happy.

The next contest in the Spiritual Realm is the highlight. In order to please Master Mieqing, to regain face, and to work hard afterwards, they must win them all.

……

In the corner of the venue, Sikong Jing looked at his sister's empty left arm.

There was another sharp pain in my heart. At that time, Yinshi and Yinhenzi chopped off her arms. Can you imagine how helpless my sister was?

Thinking of this, Sikong Jing quickly said softly: "Ling'er, I have already removed your arms and fingers from Yinhenzi and Yinshi. I will reattach them for you after the storm passes..."

As soon as these words came out, Sikong Ling's whole body shook slightly, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

It wasn't because of the pain of having his arm chopped off, but because of the countless dangers my brother took to get his arm back.

His opponent is a terrifying and perverted Yinhenzi.

After calming down for a while, Si Kong Ling suddenly shook her head again and said, "Brother, your left hand has indeed grown. Can you teach me this method... I don't want to take my original arm back. Ling'er feels so dirty."

Of course Sikong Ling would never forget that her brother tore off the beast's arm and poisoned the blood-refining ancestor's demon dragon.

When she was taken away by Lord Changqing, her brother's arm was still in a state of recovery, but now she was delighted to find that her brother had completely recovered as before...

The original arms and fingers had been used by master and apprentice Yin Henzi, and Sikong Ling really didn't want to use them anymore.

It's just that she feels sorry for her brother's adventure. If he insists on using it himself...

Thinking of this, Si Kong Ling quickly said: "I'm sorry, brother, it was Ling'er who wasted all your hard work willfully. If..."

Sikong Jing was already stunned, and then interrupted heavily: "There is no if..."

"It's indeed too dirty. It's my brother who didn't think it through clearly and didn't take any pains. Even if you don't use it, Yinhenzi doesn't deserve to be buried with my sister's arms even if he dies."

After a pause, Sikong Jing comforted him: "Brother will definitely find a way to let you grow your arms again."

At that time, Sikong Jing was just frantically thinking about getting back his sister's arms and fingers. He didn't think about the problem of being used by Yin Henzi's master and apprentice at all. Now he really dislikes it.

It's just that it's not easy to make my sister grow her arms again. She doesn't have the body of an animal.

Sikong Jing was able to cultivate the meridians of the tailed dragon lizard to grow arms because he was the master of beasts. How to make ordinary people grow stump limbs has always been a problem for him.

Otherwise, he would have already passed it on to the members of the Dongba Sirius team.

"Brother, is it difficult?" Sikong Ling asked in a low voice.

When Sikong Jing heard this, he quickly raised his head and smiled: "It's not difficult, it's just that my brother needs to study it carefully."

It was indeed difficult, but he didn't want to disappoint his sister for the time being.

And Sikong Jing also believes that as his realm continues to improve, there will be a perfect plan, not the imperfect method of others, but to make his sister recover 100%.

Just like Yao Yuzhi said at the beginning that he could restore 60% of his arm's strength, but if he only had 60%... he didn't want it!

"Well, I'll wait for my brother."

Sikong Ling chuckled and replied, then whispered: "Brother, can you tell me the story of Sikong Buhu?"

She also wanted to know how her brother killed Yin Henzi, and even more wanted to know how her brother came to the northern part of the Central Plains so quickly. It was really like a dream.

In response, Sikong Jing of course smiled without hesitation: "Okay!"

……

Just when the geniuses at the banquet were competing crazily, just when the Sikong Jing brother and sister were talking quietly...

A night demon wolf came to the gate of the Emperor Wuji Castle.

shuh...

The Wenluo on his back quickly fell to the ground, but there was a stone tablet in front of him, which read: Those under the imperial martial arts stage are not allowed to enter.

However, Wenluo directly reported the name "Sikong Buhu" to the guard. In addition, she was riding the iconic Jueye Demon Wolf, so of course she went in very smoothly and met Master Wuji.

Master Wuji looked at Wenluo in confusion and asked, "Brother Sikong asked you to come. Did something happen to him?"

Sikong Jing was in so-called detention these days, so Master Wuji never had contact with him again. Suddenly he called a disciple of the Wu Nian Holy Sect to look for him. Could it be that something big had happened?

Master Wuji couldn't help but become nervous when he thought of this...

However, Wenluo shook his head and replied: "Junior Brother Sikong is fine now. It's just that we met a genius who is suspected to be the eighth-grade warrior of the Thousand Kings Holy Tower. Junior Brother Sikong is afraid that he will come to see you, Master, so I want you to pay attention."

The moment the voice fell, Master Wuji slowly opened his old and turbid eyes, which were deep and vast.