Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

Mo Que was woken up early by the scolding outside the medicine building, and when he heard the content of the scolding, he couldn't help sneering.

Many disciples on the eighteenth floor were defeated and lost all face, so they came to scold them.

They want to tell others that they will lose because Mo Que is a body cultivator with a strong early stage, and then they use Mo Que's entry into the forbidden area as an excuse to rebuke him for not having the guts to escape. They want to fight back for the eighteenth floor by belittling him some face.

People who cultivate swords are the most arrogant. When other disciples hear that there is such a shameless person in the medicine building, they will definitely feel disgusted and stand on the eighteenth floor.

If he is disgusted by the various buildings, Mo Que will have no place in the sword building.

"What do you want to do?" Yao Lao came to Mo Que and asked casually.

"Just beat him away!" Mo Que yawned before he was fully awake, and walked towards the door of the pharmacy.

"Shameless medicine building disciple, get out of the sword building!"

"Such a shameless person who bullies the soft and fears the hard, doesn't deserve to cultivate swords, and doesn't deserve to be my disciple of the Sword Building!"

"Get out of the sword tower!"

The three disciples on the eighteenth floor led the way, causing a burst of scolding at the entrance of the medicine building, as if Mo Que was regarded as a sinner through the ages.

"Shhhhh!"

At this moment, more than a dozen swords flew out of the medicine building and stuck in front of the scolding group of people.

All the scolding disappeared in an instant, and Mo Que walked out of the medicine building and brought a chair to sit in front of the medicine building.

"Shameless villain, you dare to show up, get out of the sword building!" The three eighteenth floor disciples shouted angrily when they saw Mo Que appear.

Mo Que sat in a chair and yawned, "Do you recognize those swords?"

The three eighteenth floor disciples looked at the sword on the ground, and their faces turned ashen.

These swords were the swords that their disciples on the eighteenth floor left behind after losing to Mo Que.

Mo Que took out these swords at this time, which is smashing the face of the eighteenth floor!

"Hmph, you only bully the weak, so what can you show off? Yesterday, I knew that Senior Brother Yan was coming, didn't he flee into a forbidden area like a bereaved dog and be a tortoise?" A disciple on the eighteenth floor sneered. said.

"I'm here right now. Brother Yan on the eighteenth floor, if you want to retrieve these swords, you can ask him to come to me!" Mo Que is now short of opponents to practice the Sun Sword intent. It's better to send someone.

"A dog who has lost his family, dare to speak up? You only rely on the strength of the body cultivator early stage to be able to beat the rest of us. If Senior Brother Yan is really here, how dare you be so arrogant? I'm afraid it would be as early as yesterday and run away! "

Several disciples on the eighteenth floor looked ugly, but they also knew that Mo Que was really strong, and they only dared to yell, but did not dare to act rashly.

"Those who cultivate swords should rely on swords to speak!"

Mo Que sneered: "Whether it's body training or Qi Circulation, inside the Sword Tower are all people who cultivate swords. If you want to get your swords back, you should talk with your swords. If you usually scold the street, then roll down this mountain for me, and I will not accompany you!"

The three eighteenth-floor disciples turned ashen when Mo Que said it, but they didn't know how to refute it.

The body cultivator early stage is indeed powerful, but although the way of cultivation is different, when Mo Que defeated his disciples on the eighteenth floor, he also used kendo!

"If you don't even have the courage to speak with a sword, what qualifications do you have to call me unworthy to cultivate a sword? I don't deserve to stay in the Sword Tower?" Mo Que stomped on the ground as he spoke.

The Sword Qi in his bones evoked the resonance of the dozen long swords stuck on the ground, trembling lightly on the ground, as if he was about to come alive.

The three disciples on the eighteenth floor were shocked. Mo Que's hand was enough to show his extraordinary kendo. No matter how much they scold Mo Que for taking advantage of the body cultivator, Mo Que's strength in kendo is beyond doubt.

People of cultivation, strength is respected!

At this moment, if they really want to save the face of the eighteenth floor, they can only fight and speak with swords, otherwise, they will only bring shame on themselves if they continue to scold!

"I'll fight you!" An eighteenth floor disciple gritted his teeth and stood up.

At this point, if he continued to speak his mind and did not dare to use his sword, the Eighteenth Floor would become a laughing stock.

"You? Too weak!" Mo Que shook his head, sitting in the chair without getting up. "You're deceiving people too much!" The disciple was furious. Mo Que didn't even want to stand up. He wanted to sit and fight him?

He roared angrily, drew his sword, put his vitality on the sword, roared angrily, and stabbed Mo Que with his sword.

"Ding!"

Mo Que has only two fingers and looks invincible.

But it wasn't that he deliberately wanted to appear calm, but that he only had two fingers on his body, which really turned into sword bones.

The Sun Sword intent blessed his fingertips, causing a faint golden light to shine on his finger, and flicked lightly on the stabbing long sword.

The law of the sun, how domineering? This finger made the disciple's face change greatly, the long sword in his hand could not be controlled, and he dropped it and fell to the ground, defeating it neatly!

"Shh!"

Mo Que stretched out his foot, kicked the sword out, inserted the long sword into the pile of swords in front of him, and got another sword.

The disciple who shot was ashen-faced, without saying a word, and walked back to the crowd like a walking corpse.

"You were full of momentum before, but in the end you have this little strength?"

Mo Que sat on the chair and said loudly, "If you want to retrieve these swords, ask your stronger disciples on the eighteenth floor to come over! I'm still saying what I said yesterday, I'm here, waiting for you to call me!"

The three disciples from the Eighteen Sword Building, all with ugly expressions, gritted their teeth and said, "You will definitely pay the price for your arrogance at the moment!"

They did not dare to stay here, they left together, and returned to the Eighteen Swords Building to call for someone.

"If anyone here thinks that I am not worthy of cultivating the sword or staying in the sword building, they can also take action!"

Mo Que sat on the spot, his eyes swept across the audience, and said: "I will be guarding in front of this medicine building today, no matter how many people come today, and no matter which disciple on the first floor shoots, I am one person and two fingers, here. Wait!"

Before these people, there were quite a few people who yelled at the disciples of the Eighteen Sword Building and told him to get out of the Sword Building.

Since he wanted to find an opponent to practice swordsmanship, it was the same for him which disciple on the first floor.

The crowd was silent, and the people who were scolding before stopped speaking at this moment.

Although they are not used to Mo Que being so rampant, Mo Que's strength is indeed not weak.

Now that there are disciples from the eighteenth floor coming, why should they rush to take action?

"It turns out that it's all just rhetoric!" Mo Que shook his head, not hiding the contempt on his face.

This remark undoubtedly sparked outrage.

"One person and two fingers to guard the medicine building? You are so arrogant that you treat the disciples on the thirty-sixth floor as nothing. Although I am not a disciple on the eighteenth floor, I will teach you a lesson today!"

A young disciple was enraged by Mo Que, walked out of the crowd, and said, "I am Xiao He, disciple of the twenty-third floor, remember my name!"

After the person said that, he activated his vitality and sent his sword to Mo Que.

Mo Que is open to all who come, and in his eyes, everyone is just the object of his sword practice, and there is no difference.

"Clang clang clang!"

He was still sitting in the chair, using his finger as a sword.

Among these disciples, the highest Cultivation Base is Yuanjing, which is not strong in his eyes. Sitting in the chair is to add some pressure to himself.

If you can't feel the slightest pressure, it is meaningless to use these people to practice swords.

"Shh!"

After the nine swords, the disciple on the 23rd floor, Xiao He, let go of his long sword, his face was ashen, and he left in defeat.

"Who else?" Mo Que took another sword, inserted the long sword into the sword pile, and swept the audience with cold eyes.