Chapter 18 One person and two fingers guard the medicine building, who else?
Mo Que was woken up early by the scolding outside the pharmacy. When he heard the content of the other party's scolding, he couldn't help but sneer.
Many disciples on the 18th floor were defeated and lost all face, so they asked these people to come and scold them.
They wanted to tell others that they would lose just because Mo Que was a physical practitioner and was strong at the beginning. Then they blamed Mo Que for entering a forbidden area and scolded him for not having the guts to escape. They wanted to gain some back for the Eighteenth Floor by belittling him.
face.
Those who practice swords are the most arrogant. When the other disciples hear that there is such a shameless person in the Medicine House, they will definitely feel disgusted and stand on the 18th floor.
If it offends all the towers, Mo Que will no longer have a foothold in the Sword Tower.
"How do you want to deal with it?" Yao Lao came to Mo Que and asked casually.
"Just beat him away!" Mo Que, who hadn't fully woken up yet, yawned and walked towards the door of the medicine house.
"Shameless disciples of the Medicine House, get out of the Sword House!"
"This shameless person who bullies the weak and fears the strong is not worthy of practicing swordsmanship, and is not worthy of being a disciple of my Sword Tower!"
"Get out of the sword tower!"
The three disciples from the 18th floor led the way, causing a burst of curses at the door of the medicine building, as if Mo Que was regarded as a sinner through the ages.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
At this moment, more than a dozen swords flew out of the medicine building and were thrust in front of a group of people who were yelling.
All the curses disappeared in an instant, and Mo Que was seen walking out of the medicine building, bringing a chair, and sitting carelessly in front of the medicine building.
"Shameless villain, you still dare to show up, get out of the sword tower!" Three disciples from the 18th floor shouted angrily when they saw Mo Que appear.
Mo Que sat on the chair and yawned: "Do you recognize those swords?"
The three disciples on the 18th floor looked at the sword on the ground, and their faces suddenly turned pale.
These swords were the swords left by their disciples on the 18th floor after they lost to Mo Que.
Mo Que took out these swords at this time, which was a slap in the face of the 18th floor!
"Hmph, you only know how to bully the weak, what do you have to show off? You knew that Senior Brother Yan was coming yesterday, why didn't you just run away into the forbidden area like a lost dog and become a tortoise?" A disciple on the 18th floor sneered.
said.
"I am here now. If your senior brother Yan on the 18th floor wants to get these swords back, you can ask him to come to me!" Mo Que is now facing an opponent to practice the Sun Sword Intent. If he comes back on the 18th floor,
It would be best to send someone here.
"How dare you speak bravely even if you are a bereaved dog? You only relied on your strength in the early stages of physical training to defeat a few of us. If Senior Brother Yan were really here, would you still dare to be so arrogant? I'm afraid you would have run away with your tail between your legs just like yesterday!"
Several disciples on the 18th floor looked ugly, but they also knew that Mo Que was indeed powerful, so they only dared to yell and curse, but did not dare to act rashly.
"Those who practice swordsmanship should rely on their swords to speak for themselves!"
Mo Que sneered and said: "Whether it's body training or qi movement, there are all swordsmen in the sword tower. If you want to get the sword back, then let the sword speak for itself. If you don't have the guts, you will only talk about shrews."
If you scold me in the street, then roll down this mountain and I will not accompany you!"
The three disciples on the 18th floor turned pale after being spoken to by Mo Que, but they didn't know how to refute.
It is true that he was powerful in the early stage of physical cultivation, but although the cultivation method was different, when Mo Que defeated their disciples on the 18th floor, he did use the same sword method!
"If you don't even have the courage to speak with a sword, what qualifications do you have to say that I'm not worthy of practicing swordsmanship? I'm not worthy of staying in the sword tower?" As Mo Que spoke, he stomped on the ground.
The sword energy in his bones caused the dozens of long swords stuck on the ground to resonate and tremble lightly on the ground, as if they were coming to life.
The three disciples on the 18th floor were horrified. Mo Que's skill was enough to show his extraordinary skills in the way of swordsmanship. No matter how much they scolded Mo Que for using his strength in physical training, there was no doubt about Mo Que's strength in the way of swordsmanship.
Those who cultivate are respected by their strength!
At this moment, if they want to really save the face of the Eighteenth Floor, they can only fight and speak with their swords, otherwise they will only bring humiliation to themselves if they continue to scold!
"I'll fight you!" A disciple on the 18th floor gritted his teeth and stood up.
If we continue to stick to our words and not dare to draw our swords, the Eighteenth Floor will truly become a laughing stock.
"You? Too weak!" Mo Que shook his head and sat on the chair without getting up.
"You're going too far!" The disciple was furious. Mo Que didn't even have the intention to stand up. He wanted to sit down and fight with him?
He roared angrily, drew his sword, put all his vitality on the sword, roared angrily, and the sword stabbed without missing a beat.
"Ding!"
Mo Que only showed two fingers and looked arrogant.
But this is not because he deliberately wanted to appear calm, but because he only has these two fingers on his body, which have truly turned into sword bones.
The sword intention of the sun blessed his fingertips, causing a faint golden light to shine on his fingers, and he flicked the sword lightly.
How overbearing is the law of the sun? The expression of the disciple who made the move changed greatly. He could not control the long sword in his hand and fell to the ground. He was defeated cleanly!
"Whoosh!"
Mo Que stretched out his foot, kicked out the sword, inserted the long sword into the pile of swords in front of him, and got another sword.
The disciple who took action looked ashen, said nothing, and walked back to the crowd like a zombie.
"You were full of momentum before, but in the end you only have this little strength?"
Mo Que sat on the chair and said loudly: "If you want to get these swords back, call your stronger disciples from the 18th floor to come over! I still said what I said yesterday, I will be here, waiting for you to call someone!"
The three disciples from the Eighteen Swords Tower all looked ugly and gritted their teeth and said, "You will definitely pay the price for your arrogance right now!"
They did not dare to stay here anymore, so they left together and went back to the Eighteen Swords Tower to call for help.
"If anyone here feels that I am not worthy of practicing swordsmanship or staying in the sword tower, you can take action!"
Mo Que sat on the same spot, his eyes swept across the whole place, and said: "I will be guarding in front of this medicine building today. No matter how many people come today, or which disciple on the floor takes action, I am one person with two fingers.
Wait!"
There were many of these people before, and they yelled and cursed with the disciples of the Eighteen Sword Tower, telling him to get out of the sword tower.
Since he is looking for an opponent to practice swordsmanship with, it doesn't matter which floor he is a disciple of.
The crowd fell silent, and those who had yelled and cursed before stopped speaking now.
Although they couldn't stand Mo Que being so arrogant, Mo Que's strength was indeed not weak.
Now that there are disciples from the 18th floor coming, why should they rush to take action?
"It turns out that they only use words to show off their evil intentions!" Mo Que shook his head, not hiding the contempt on his face.
This statement undoubtedly sparked outrage.
"One person and two fingers guard the Medicine House? You are so arrogant and treat the disciples on the 36th floor as nothing. Although I am not a disciple on the 18th floor, I will teach you a lesson today!"
A young disciple was angered by Mo Que and walked out of the crowd, saying, "I am Xiao He, a disciple on the 23rd floor. Remember my name!"
After saying this, the man circulated his energy and drew his sword towards Mo Que.
Moque doesn't refuse anyone who comes. In his eyes, everyone is just a target for him to practice swordsmanship with. There is no difference between them.
"Clang clang clang!"
He was still sitting on the chair, using his fingers as swords.
Among these disciples, the highest cultivation level is the Yuan realm, which is not considered strong in his eyes. Sitting in the chair is adding some pressure to himself.
If you can't feel even the slightest bit of pressure, it's pointless to use these people to practice swordsmanship.
"Whoosh!"
After nine swords, Xiao He, a disciple on the 23rd floor, lost his sword, turned pale, and left in defeat.
"Who else?" Mo Que took another sword, inserted the long sword into the pile of swords, and swept the whole place with his cold eyes.