Chapter 12 Daoya Wujian, I'll wait for you to call someone
"Who asked you to come?" Mo Que stood in front of Zhao Yuan coldly, with a chill in his eyes, as if he would take action decisively as long as Zhao Yuan refused.
As a sword cultivator, Zhao Yuan even broke the sword in his hand by Mo Que, so he could no longer be Mo Que's opponent.
His face turned pale and he said: "Yes... it was Master Li Changfeng and Uncle Li who asked me to come!"
"Li Changfeng was in charge of recruiting disciples a few days ago?" Mo Que naturally remembered that Li Changfeng seemed to be reluctant to let him stay in Jianlou.
This person regarded him as a useless person and did not send him to any of the thirty-six floors, but to the Medicine House. If it were not for the rules of the Sword House, he might have driven Mo Que down the mountain directly.
"Uncle Li said that if a disciple with no vitality comes to Wu Jianya, it must be you. Let me humiliate you in public, make you shameless to stay in Jianlou anymore, and force you to leave Jianlou by yourself." So far,
Zhao Yuan did not dare to hide anything and told the truth.
"Go away!" Mo Que shouted coldly, not embarrassing Zhao Yuan too much. After all, this matter was Li Changfeng's intention.
He stepped forward and sat down in front of Wujian Cliff.
Zhao Yuan's face turned green and white. As a sword cultivator, having his sword broken was a great shame and humiliation. And his sword was broken by a bare-handed man, which was a shame.
He gritted his teeth and stood up, saying: "Mo Que, I am a disciple on the 18th floor. If you insult me like this, my disciple on the 18th floor will not just let it go!"
Mo Que remained unmoved. It was Zhao Yuan who wanted to humiliate him first, but now he resented him for causing him to be humiliated.
Without raising his head, he said coldly: "If you want revenge, just call someone, I'll be waiting here!"
Zhao Yuan glanced at Mo Que with resentment, and then left in a hurry.
"Who is this person? He has no vitality, but he has such strength!"
"Zhao Yuan was humiliated, and he obviously went to call for help. This person's courage and courage are extraordinary. He didn't run away, but stayed here!"
"I think he clearly has a bad mind. Even if a new disciple has some strength, how strong can he be? Zhao Yuan will call someone after a while, and he will definitely be taught a lesson!"
What happened here also aroused heated discussions among the other disciples who were studying the sword nearby. Many people looked at the show and waited for the disciples on the 18th floor to arrive.
"Although there is no sword energy here for me to refine my body, since I want to practice swordsmanship, understanding the sword energy here is also a way."
As if nothing happened, Mo Que sat on the ground and looked up at the sword marks on the cliff.
I saw that the sword marks were of different depths and lengths, some were winding and curved, and some were straight and sharp.
This is just like calligraphy. Even if you write the same word, different strokes and different strength will give people a completely different artistic conception.
The purpose of sword enlightenment at Jianya is to understand the meaning of the sword from those sword marks.
Mo Que didn't have a sword in his hand, so he used his fingers as swords, sat on the ground, and used two fingers to try to display the same sword intention as the cliff-mark sword.
"boom!"
He pointed out and broke a piece of bluestone in front of him.
"Although this sword is sharp, it lacks a bit of dominance!" Shaking his head, Mo Que was not satisfied and continued to understand the artistic conception of the next sword mark.
When the surrounding disciples saw this, they were even more shocked and confused.
In just a short moment, Mo Que mastered a sword intention from the sword mark. Such speed was simply terrifying.
But this is natural to Mo Que. As the top genius in the past hundred states, although he has never practiced swordsmanship, he has a lot of experience and has come into contact with many swordsmanship geniuses.
Although these sword marks on the cliff were left by his predecessor, they are not very profound. His understanding is not bad, so he can naturally master them quickly.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
In this way, Mo Que continued to use two fingers to display and evolve the sword intent on the cliff, and his progress was astonishing. However, these sword intents made him not satisfied, and they always felt too ordinary.
The disciples next to him were already stunned.
"What kind of monster is this? It seems that he has no cultivation, but he can master the sword so fast!"
"How long has it been since then, and he has already performed more than a dozen sword styles with completely different artistic conceptions!"
"And as a disciple of the Sword Tower, he actually doesn't have a sword on his body, but uses his fingers as a sword?"
The scalps of the disciples from various buildings were numb, and they all felt as if they had seen a ghost as they watched Mo Que break pieces of bluestone with his fingers.
There are countless sword marks on the sword cliff, and each sword mark represents a different sword intention and belongs to a different swordsmanship.
As time passed, Mo Que had used dozens of different sword intents one after another.
But none of these sword intentions could satisfy him, and they were all too mediocre in his eyes.
"This type of drill is too rigid. If you can actually fight with others, you may be able to better see the pros and cons of these sword intentions." Mo Que pondered in his heart, thinking about where to find someone to practice his skills with.
"Senior brother, this is the person who bullied us on the 18th floor!"
At this moment, Zhao Yuan, who had left, came back again, bringing another young disciple with him.
This man, who was in his early twenties and carrying a long sword, came to Mo Que and looked at Mo Que from above.
"Wu Qingyuan? He entered the Yuan realm a year ago and opened up the Qi Sea. Although this new disciple has amazing understanding, he has no vitality, so he should not be his opponent!"
Among the surrounding disciples, some recognized the person coming and watched as if they were watching a show.
"How dare you, a useless person like you, to bully my disciples on the 18th floor?" Wu Qingyuan stood in front of Mo Que. He was carrying a long sword and his hands behind his back. He looked quite elegant.
"What do you want?" Mo Que didn't want to explain.
As soon as this person came, he didn't ask the reason at all, and he put on a posture of asking for guilt. Obviously, explanations were useless.
The world is like this. The weak eat the strong and force is the most respected. Reasoning will not work. Everything must rely on strength!
"You insulted me on the 18th floor, I want you to kneel down, crawl here for a week, kowtow and admit your mistake!" Wu Qingyuan frowned coldly, and his tone was unquestionable.
"Then it depends on whether you have that ability!" Mo Que stood up. Since he was going to fight, it was a good time to test the strengths and weaknesses of those swordsmanship.
"You don't know how high the sky is!" Wu Qingyuan sneered, unsheathed his sword behind him, and struck directly.
He possesses the cultivation level of the First Realization Yuan Realm and has opened up a sea of Qi in his Dantian. People in this realm have strong Yuan Qi, which is far from comparable to those in the Peeping Door Qi Realm.
"Boom!"
I saw here that the sword energy was surging, and Wu Qingyuan's powerful and abundant energy blessed the sword, shaking 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 intention he learned from the sword cliff.
His fingers collided with Wu Qingyuan's long sword, causing bursts of metallic trembling and sparks flying, shocking everyone around him to gasp.
"It's impossible for ordinary people's fingers to resist a sword. You are a physical practitioner!" Wu Qingyuan was also shocked, but quickly calmed down.
Only then did everyone realize that it was no wonder that Mo Que had no vitality in his body. It turned out that he was practicing a body-refining method that had been in decline for many years.
Everyone's body has its own strengths and weaknesses. Some people are born to run faster than others, some people have better eyesight than others, and some people have greater strength than others.
This is also a very common phenomenon among mortals.
Therefore, when people step into the path of body refining, their physical strengths will be further strengthened and improved again.
It is said that there was a powerful physical practitioner in ancient times. A drop of blood can break mountains, and a hair can cut stars!
At this time, everyone present believed that Mo Lian's physical strength was due to his two fingers, which were as hard as gold, so they could compete with the long sword.
"The way of body refining has been in decline for many years and has been eliminated. I didn't expect that there would be someone as stupid as you in the world, who actively chose to practice this abandoned path!"
Wu Qingyuan said with a look of disdain: "Okay, today I will cut off this road that has been abandoned by the world, and kill you with my own hands!"