Chapter 197 That’s the Way You Live

Chapter 197 That's the Way You Live

The surprising remark caused a great shock and a deep silence.
“……!”
The Black Sword Lord Wei Tagong narrowed his eyes and muttered.
“Moore?”
Not to mention Aranggui Qin Zhaoge, Attitudegon Yukgeumgang, Jade Giraffe Yue Yongjie, and Thundercloud Swordsman Wei Zhiyiam, who all looked at each other suspiciously.
What does that mean? Is it okay to go all in?
Too much confidence.
It’s a provocative statement that even the king of the Hubei Sextuple Star, Honamu Five Moon Festival, can’t easily utter.
One.
Standing behind Chu Liuhui’s back, the Baiyun Sword Pavilion Heavenly Martial Master was unmoved and calm.
Wiziam shook his head in puzzlement.
‘Hmm…… are you inwardly recognizing his powerlessness?’
That’s when Wittagong smiled.
“Hoot.”
The corners of his mouth curl upward in a sneer.
His voice was harsh as he faced the iron currents.
“The Iron Curtain. You can’t take the words out of your mouth. Don’t you know that?”
And Chulleuhyeon took it without expression.
“I don’t say things I can’t keep.”
“hoooh…….”
Weetagong’s eyes grew even narrower.
My body is burning hot.
Hoseungjiwall.
His hand is already close to the hilt of his sword, as if to symbolize the intensity of his emotions.
He took a couple of steps forward and said, “I’m sorry.
“Lord Wei. Shouldn’t this body seize the opportunity first?”
He wanted me to give in to the fact that I owed him money, and that I owed him money now.
Wei Tagong, the head of the family, withdrew his hand.
“Hagiya…… of all the people here, Qin Zhao’s heart is the biggest.”
After begging for forgiveness, Qin Caojie immediately unleashed the Tao.
The blade glistens in the sunlight.
It’s a murderous atmosphere of intangible anticipation and speculation.
Zhong Yin’s expression was a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.
It is an arena of struggle, with conflicts between regions, conflicts between factions, and conflicts between factions.
That’s why everyone’s eyes are wide open.
Like you don’t want to miss a second of this rarely-seen spectacle.
Suddenly.
-Who is trying to wield the sword at will?
A loud roar echoed through the streets.
Soon after, a series of shouts erupted from the crowd.
“Ah!”
“He’s here!”
“Finally……!”
A figure wading through the waves.
It was a bravura performance.
His haughty, leisurely stride was enough to make him a formidable presence.
A man in his fifties with a long beard, dressed in a robe embroidered with a silver sword symbol…… appeared, and he was the current gatekeeper of the Sword Seal Gate, the Sword of the Cleavers, Xiao Tianyak.
His aura was overwhelming and overpowering, comparable to that of the Thundercloud Sword Duke Wei Zhiyiam and the Black Dragon Sword Lord Wei Taigong.
The air became even heavier.
It was like the air currents in the room had changed.
Like the culmination of a chapter.
When he saw him, the Master of the Heavenly Martial Arts said.
“Still the same.”
Wijiam nodded his head slightly in agreement.
“Yes. So much for intangible prayers.”
Chul Ryuhyeon’s face was indifferent.
Xiao Tian’er walked over to Qin Wushuang’s side and gave him a chillingly cold glare.
“Put it away.”
It’s like a command thrown out there.
“What?”
He twitched one eyebrow, as if on an antispasmodic, and a sharp sound hit his ear.
Shhhhhh-!
Concurrently.
Kwachahang-!
With a cold metallic thud, Jin Zhaojie’s body retreated.
Equity.
Sliding and scraping the floor.
It’s because of the sword wielded by Xiao Tian’er.
As everyone was stunned by this unexpected turn of events, Qin Wushuang, who had retreated from the Samsara Pavilion, emitted a fierce glare.
“Gal! What are you doing!”
Xiao Tian’er responds with the same words.
“What are you doing?”
His voice is deeply inflected.
Qin Wentian’s grim expression hardened.
“I don’t think you can tell the difference between a pia…… and a cow door.”
“Pia? That’s funny, there never was one.”
With those words, Xiao Tian’er tilted her sword at an angle.
It was a belligerent momentum.
I will not hesitate to fall on my sword.
The realization was puzzling.
‘Crazy……!
What are we doing.
Suddenly, it’s like it’s living off of you.
At that moment, Yuk Geumkang, standing to one side, frowned.
“Xiao Wenzhu, what is wrong with you?”
Then Xiao Tian’er said solemnly.
“Don’t you know?”
Yuk Jin Gang’s complexion changed at the furious tone.
“You make fun of my snout; do you think I am a lowly man?”
But Sotianak’s belligerent demeanor hasn’t changed.
“Then where will you stop my mouth with that great sword that hangs behind your back?”
“Let’s see, it’s……!”
The rumbling Yukgeumgang gripped the greatsword, a single-handed weapon symbolizing the status of the star sign of the gods, Tae Dae Gon.
Tight!
Xiao Tian’er scooped up another cup and injected the Qi into the blade.
Ung
A lightly vibrating blade.
A smudge of azirang spreads around the outstretched sword.
Ddddd, ddddd……
As if to represent the upward force, the ground on which Xiao Tianyak stood created a series of vibrations.
Zhong Yin stammered repeatedly.
“What’s…….”
“This is going to get us into a Saffa brawl……?”
“Hmmm, that Xiao Tianyak is tough, as befits someone who belongs to the upper end of the sextile polarity…….”
Then a figure spoke up with a meaningful voice.
“You don’t want to touch the iron trail first. Is that what you mean?”
Then Xiao Tianyak shifted his gaze.
The owner of the voice was none other than the Qin Tian Sword Archer, Wei Taigong.
“You have a good eye, you.”
Xiao Tian’er spoke briefly, then looked back at Qin Chao’s face.
“The Iron Stream is the prey of this body. Nothing can be done to mar the glory of victory.”
It was then that Jinjo realized the implications.
“Cheeky, is that what you meant!
His pride meant that he wanted to show everyone that he was in good shape and that he had the upper hand by sharing the iron flow marks in his hand.
I don’t want to come up with any excuses for why I’ve already won.
Jinzo was forced to cut minutes.
Immediately after.
ironcuck-.
He stared at the iron stream beyond.
“Well, that’s a good opportunity lost, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see…….”
Chul Ryuhyeon replied nonchalantly.
“Well, I’ll deal with him tomorrow, after I beat him.”
“……!”
The eyes of Qin Chao and the others sank like a dark abyss for a moment.
Wei Tagong sneered.
“Huh. That’s ridiculous.”
Even if Chul Ryuhon wins tomorrow, he’ll still have a lot of energy left in his body, and it’s impossible for him to face another strong player with such a body.
Jade Jade Yong Zhou sneered.
“What a fool I am.”
As if predicting his own victory wasn’t bad enough, he also made a declaration that would have been hard to swallow…… Yeah, that’s just plain wrong.
Many martial artists here have recognized the powerlessness of the Arthropod Sword Realm’s Xiao Tianyue, but how could such a powerful existence be so foolish as to pull such a stunt?
Not really.
flutter-flutter
Someone is falling violently through the air, clutching the hem of his shirt.
fake……!
A middle-aged hulk of a man, loudly landing in the path of the Iron Stream.
Dressed in violet robes like a Saihan monk, he was the current Noklim Mubul Gung-ro, a member of the Hubei Sextet and the current lord of Noklim.
Soon, there were cries of disbelief from all along the street.
“Greenery!”
“Wow, Noklimmubul……!”
“Oh my god…… looks like a bear! No, it looks bigger than that!”
And then a shocking sight.
“Mr. Iron Gate. There you are.”
Gung-Leu bowed his head in a mowed-down manner, and you and I were both dumbfounded.
“What? Why would he……?
A subordinate serving a superior.
That’s what it looks like in your eyes.
Chul Ryu-Heon asked, accepting the greeting as if it were a given.
“Did you get here first?”
It’s a perfectly natural condescension.
The person who saw it is shocked and starts talking again.
“What is it?”
“No, why would he……?”
Gung Lo replied politely, regardless of the reaction around him.
“Yes, I knew this was coming, and I ran out here first. I think they’ll probably catch up with us at sunset.”
Before coming here, Cheolleuhyun had stopped by Noklimmeng to drop off the Galjungheon.
He warned Namgung Sanglin and Haeyeon to take their time before leaving, as if any of the powerful people who had gathered here were able to detect the Magi beforehand, it would cause a great disturbance before the dance even began.
“Mr. Iron Gate, by the looks of the…… vibe, I’m guessing there’s already a brawler in there.”
“It’s already pretty much wrapped up.”
At the same time, Gong Luo’s head whipped around, and he emitted a ferocious aura reminiscent of a beast.
“I, as the lord of this clan, take this opportunity to declare once and for all: all of you will refrain from fooling around until tomorrow when the rain dance begins! Otherwise, you will receive the sword wielded by this body instead!”
The unexpected attitude of Qin Zhaoge, Yukgeumgang, Ye Yongzhi, and even Wei Ji Am, who was on the same side as him, was puzzled.
‘Hehe, what’s going on? How can the palace lord have the iron gates…….’
Standing beside him, Chen Mu Dao smirked and muttered.
“The resourcefulness of the Iron Clan is unpredictable. Even the Green Forest Blindness has been captivated…….”
Xiao Tian’er’s eyes shone as she sharpened her sword.
“Since when did you join hands with him?”
Gungroe’s eyebrows knitted together, his fists clenched.
“Bastard, you insolent bastard, which safety dare you call a bastard?”
“Funny. You must be a loyalist.”
“Grunt, whatever, it’s a family honor to be called a loyal servant of the Iron Gate Lord, and you’ll understand why I’m doing this tomorrow.”
Gilsera Witagong asked meaningfully.
“What were they exchanging?”
Obviously, there must be some transaction behind it.
The corners of his mouth twitched upward, and Gung Lo wagged his chin.
“You have been given something you cannot give me, even if you die and wake up.”
“That sucks. Huh.”
As Wei Taigong was silently sobbing, the cold voice of Xiao Tian’er echoed through the streets.
“You’re going to regret your choice to side with the archer…….”
Shrugging his shoulders, Gung Lo laughed thickly.
“Grunt, grunt, grunt, let’s see who’s going to regret it.”
Chului Liuhyeon, burdened in the back, spoke expressionlessly.
“Well, I’ve had enough of the fun and frolic, and I’ll see you at the meeting place when the sun comes up.”
Then he glanced over at Tianmu Dojo and Wei Zi’er.
“Let’s go somewhere quiet, where no one is around. We need to talk.”
Then Wiziam gave a faint smile.
“Very well. I have many questions. Iron gates.”
The group turned and walked away.
“You’re not going to freak out and run away, are you?”
Following Su Chen’s question, Chu Liuhui turned his head.
A pair of intertwined eyes.
Chul Ryu-Heon soon circled the new prisoner and spoke bluntly.
“Run away. It’s your life.”
* * *
A vacation home rented by Wiziam.
As the group gathered there, two of them exclaimed in surprise.
“No, not that……!”
“Iron Wenzhou, is it all true? Gu Ma Mengzhu is here……!”
It was Tianmu Dojo and Wei Ji Am.
In a moment of stillness, Ironcloud nodded.
Click.
A series of fakes were detected and the lattice doors opened left and right.
Three people walk quietly inside.
They are Namgung Sang-lin, Hae-yeon, and Gal Joong-heon, who are the servants at the Baekbak Gate.
Seeing the three of them looking at him, Chuliu Hyeon nodded and said.
“Now let’s start the real conversation, the one to establish a new order for the Murim.”
* * *
The next day.
The Great Plains west of Wanzhou was noisy from the early morning hours, with huge crowds.
In the meantime, some of the biggest names in the world of Feng Shui have emerged.