Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

"Who asked you to come?" Mo Que coldly stood in front of Zhao Yuan, the chill in his eyes, it seemed that as long as Zhao Yuan refused, he would shoot decisively.

As a sword cultivator, even the sword in Zhao Yuan's hand was broken by Mo Que, so he could no longer be Mo Que's opponent.

His face turned pale, and he said, "Yes... It was Li Changfeng and Uncle Li who asked me to come!"

"Li Changfeng, who was in charge of accepting apprentices a few days ago?" Mo Que naturally remembered that Li Changfeng seemed very reluctant to let him stay in Jianlou.

This person regarded him as a waste and did not send him to any of the thirty-sixth floors, but sent him to the medicine building. If it wasn't for the rules of the sword building, he might have driven Mo Que down the mountain directly.

"Uncle Li said that if there is a disciple who has no vitality to realize Jianya, it must be you, let me humiliate you in public, make you shameless and stay in the Jianlou, and force you to leave the Jianlou by yourself." Zhao Yuan didn't dare to hide it and told the truth.

"Go away!" Mo Que drank coldly, not embarrassing Zhao Yuan too much, after all, this was Li Changfeng's intention.

He took a few steps forward and sat down in front of Wujian Cliff.

Zhao Yuan's face was blue and white. As a sword cultivator, it was a shame to break his sword, and his sword was broken by an unarmed person, which was a shame.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Mo Que, I'm a disciple on the eighteenth floor. If you insult me ​​like this, my disciple on the eighteenth floor won't let it go!"

Mo Que was unmoved, it was Zhao Yuan who wanted to humiliate him first, but now he resented him for making him humiliated.

Without raising his head, he said coldly, "If you want revenge, just call someone, and I'll be waiting here!"

Zhao Yuanman glanced at Mo Que resentfully, and then left in a hurry.

"Who the hell is this person, he has no vitality, but he has such strength!"

"Zhao Yuan has been humiliated. It's obvious that he went to call someone. This person's courage and courage are extraordinary. He didn't run away and stayed here!"

"I think he has a bad mind. A new disciple, even if he has some strength, how can he be strong? After a while, Zhao Yuan will call someone, and he will definitely be taught a lesson!"

What happened here also aroused heated discussion among the other disciples at Wujian nearby. Many people held the eyes of watching the play and waited for the disciples on the eighteenth floor to come.

"Although there is no Sword Qi here for me to train my body, since I want to practice swordsmanship, Insight here is also a way of Sword Intent."

Mo Que sat on the ground as if nothing had happened, looking up at the sword mark on the cliff.

I saw that the sword marks were of different depths and lengths, some were meandering and some were straight and sharp.

This is like calligraphy. Even if you write the same character, different strokes and different strengths will give people completely different moods.

Jianya Wujian is to understand the Sword intent from those sword marks.

Mo Que did not have a sword in his hand, so he used his fingers as a sword, sat on the ground, and with two fingers, tried to use the same Sword intent as the scarred sword on the cliff.

"boom!"

As soon as he pointed it out, he shattered a piece of bluestone in front of him.

"Although this sword is fierce, it lacks a bit of domineering!" Shaking his head, Mo Que was not satisfied, and continued to Insight's artistic conception of the next sword mark.

The surrounding disciples were even more surprised when they saw this.

In just a short while, Mo Que mastered a Sword intent from the sword mark, at such a speed, it was terrifying.

But in Mo Que's view, this is a matter of course. As the top genius of the Baizhou in the past, although he has never practiced kendo, he has a lot of knowledge and has come into contact with many kendo geniuses.

Although these sword marks on the cliff were left by the senior, they were not very profound. His understanding was not bad, and he could naturally grasp them quickly.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

In this way, Mo Que continued to use two fingers to cast and evolve the Sword intent on the cliff, and the progress was amazing. However, these Sword intents made him unsatisfied and always felt too ordinary.

The disciple next to him was already stunned. "What kind of monster is this? It seems that there is no Cultivation Base around, but the speed of enlightenment is so fast!"

"It's only been so long, he has already performed more than a dozen sword poses with completely different moods!"

"And as a disciple of Jianlou, he actually has no sword in his body, but uses his finger as a sword?"

Those disciples from each floor had their scalps numb, watching Mo Que smash pieces of bluestone with one finger and one by one, as if they had seen a ghost.

Above the sword cliff, there are countless sword marks, and each sword mark is a different Sword Intent, belonging to a different kendo.

Over time, Mo Que has cast dozens of different Sword intents in succession.

But none of these Sword intents could satisfy him, they were all too mediocre in his eyes.

"This kind of drill is too rigid. If you can actually fight with people, you might be able to see the pros and cons of these Sword Intents better." Mo Que pondered, thinking about where to find someone to practice.

"Senior brother, this is the person who bullied us on the eighteenth floor!"

At this moment, Zhao Yuan, who had left, returned, with another young disciple by his side.

This man in his early twenties, armed with a long sword, came to Mo Que and looked at Mo Que from above.

"Wu Qingyuan? He entered the Yuanjing Cultivation Base a year ago and opened up Qi Sea. Although this new disciple has amazing understanding, he has no vitality and should not be his opponent!"

Among the surrounding disciples, there were some people who knew who was coming, and watched from the sidelines with the attitude of watching a play.

"Just because you are a scumbag, you dare to insult my eighteenth-floor disciple?" Wu Qingyuan stood in front of Mo Que. He was carrying a long sword and his hands behind his back.

"What do you want?" Mo Que didn't even bother to explain.

As soon as this person came, he didn't ask the reason at all, and he put on a posture of asking guilt. Obviously, it was useless to explain.

This world is like this, The Weak are Prey to the Strong, take martial arts as the respect, reasoning will not work, everything has to rely on strength!

"You insult me ​​on the eighteenth floor, I want you to kneel down, crawl here for a week, kowtow and admit your mistake!" Wu Qingyuan glared coldly, his tone unquestionable.

"It depends on whether you have that ability!" Mo Que stood up, and since he was going to fight, he just took this opportunity to test the pros and cons of those Sword intents.

"I don't know what the sky is high and the earth is thick!" Wu Qingyuan sneered, and the long sword was unsheathed behind him and shot directly.

He has the Cultivation Base for the first time, and has already established Qi Sea in Dantian. This Realm person has strong vitality, far from being comparable to the spirit of the door.

"Boom!"

Seeing this place, Sword Qi was agitated, Wu Qingyuan's powerful and strong vitality, blessing the sword, shook the bluestones in front of Wujian Cliff into pieces.

"Clang clang clang!"

Mo Que fought back, using his two fingers as a sword, and using the Sword intent he learned from the Sword Cliff.

His fingers collided with Wu Qingyuan's long sword, making bursts of metallic vibrato, sparks flying everywhere, and the people around him gasped in shock.

"Ordinary people's fingers cannot resist a sword, you are a body cultivator!" Wu Qingyuan was also shocked, but quickly calmed down.

It was only at this moment that everyone realized that Mo Que had no vitality. It turned out that the way he cultivated was the way of body training that had been in decline for many years.

The body of the world has its own strengths and weaknesses. Some people are born to run faster than others, some people have better eyesight than ordinary people, and some people have more strength than others.

This is also a very common phenomenon among mortals.

Therefore, when people step into the way of body refining, the physical strengths of these people will be further strengthened and improved again.

It is rumored that there was a powerful body cultivator in the Middle Ages, a drop of blood can break a mountain, and a single hair can cut a star!

At this time, everyone present believed that Mo Que's physical length was due to his two fingers, which were as hard as gold, so he could compete with the long sword.

"The way of body refinement has been in decline for many years, and it is the one that has been eliminated. I didn't expect that there are still people as stupid as you in the world, who took the initiative to choose cultivation, the way that was abandoned by others!"

Wu Qingyuan had a look of disdain on his face and said, "Alright, I will cut this road that has been abandoned by the world today, and I will destroy you with my own hands!"