Murong Ningyue's eyes rolled, and the figure of her senior brother Yuan Xiaotian suddenly appeared in her mind. This guy came to the medicine garden to get her medicinal materials before, and it seemed that he knew a lot about all kinds of herbs. Maybe he was just a refiner.

Moreover, before leaving, Yuan Xiaotian said that he would ask him for help if he had any difficulties. Murong Ningyue would not keep such a good person in front of him. While thinking about Murong Ningyue, she walked out of the room to find Yuan Xiaotian.

It was only after walking out of the medicine garden that Murong Ningyue remembered that she seemed to know nothing about Yuan Xiaotian. She knew nothing except that she knew that his name was Yuan Xiaotian.

Just when Murong Ningyue was confused, other disciples noticed Murong Ningyue, and someone immediately smiled and said, "Oh! Isn't this the new junior sister? Come here quickly and let the senior brother see how you are practicing?"

Murong Ningyue had long seen those disciples smiling lewdly. Most of the Tibetan Sword Sect are men, and the number of female disciples is very small.

More importantly, those female disciples looked so miserable, either older aunts or dinosaurs that could not see anyone at all.

A young and beautiful person like Murong Ningyue is the only one. You must know that Murong Ningyue’s beauty is not the best in the fairy world, but at least it is the undisputed number one in this Tibetan Sword Sect!

Usually Murong Ningyue was in the medicine garden but she didn't feel that her subordinates were afraid of her methods and did not dare to be too presumptuous.

As a result, as soon as they walked out of the medicine garden today, they were teased by these disciples. Murong Ningyue frowned. Although these guys were so funny, they were not touched.

Murong Ningyue didn't plan to talk nonsense to them, and was planning to go through these disciples to find someone else to ask where Yuan Xiaotian was.

Who knew that when these disciples saw Murong Ningyue ignore them, they felt embarrassed. Some bold disciples walked directly to Murong Ningyue.

A disciple with a goatee-bearded look even reached out to grab Murong Ningyue’s shoulder. It seemed that he was going to move from teasing to taking action.

Murong Ningyue's eyes sterned. The goatee's behavior had exceeded her bottom limit. Murong Ningyue reached out and grabbed the goatee's wrist without hesitation, and twisted it hard.

Goathu is an old disciple in the Tibetan Sword Sect, and he often bullies new disciples. Most of the disciples dare not speak out, and at most they go to the elder to complain.

Therefore, Goatwatch never thought that Murong Ningyue would resist. Murong Ningyue's movements were too fast. Although Goatwatch was a fourth-grade immortal, she suffered a secret loss and was sprained by Murong Ningyue.

"Ouch! You shameless stinky woman!"

In the pain, the goatee couldn't help but curse. At this time, the look at Murong Ningyue was no longer the same as before, but there was a hint of hatred.

Coupled with the laughter of other disciples around, Goathu felt that his dignity had been insulted and shouted at Murong Ningyue: "You must apologize to me for your behavior just now, and attack the senior brother in the door without authorization. Do you know what the consequences are?"

Seeing the Goatbeard's gradually becoming cold, Murong Ningyue was not afraid. She also knew that Goatbeard's cultivation must be higher than her, but she still said coldly: "That's your fault. Use any tricks if you have, and I will continue!"
Chapter completed!