Chapter 83 The sword pavilion is rampant, Yao Lao returns
After talking to the two monsters in front of him, Mo Que realized how difficult it was to compete for the ranking.
Just among the five forces with quotas, they all have evil geniuses who are not weaker than Ning Chen.
And looking at Qingzhou, no one knows how many hidden evildoers there are.
"This is the sword tower? It doesn't look like much!"
On the second day, a group of Sword Pavilion disciples came with swords and came to the Sword Tower in the name of paying a visit.
A total of eight young disciples came to the sword tower, but they did not restrain themselves at all, and they were extremely arrogant and pointed at the sword tower.
"I heard that Jianlou received a Yueling Holy Body. He is extremely talented and good-looking. He was trained by Jianlou as his future master. I wonder if the rumors are exaggerated, or if he is really capable?"
A disciple in gray clothes among the eight people put the sword on his shoulder, and while walking forward, he spoke unscrupulously, commenting on the most popular number one genius in Jianlou.
He did not deliberately lower his voice, which caused countless Sword Pavilion disciples around him to look at him angrily, but he did not restrain himself at all, and the other Sword Pavilion disciples had no intention of stopping him.
As the eight young disciples walked forward, they passed a mountain peak with a square on the peak.
The disciples on the thirty-sixth floor also compete with each other and exchange swordsmanship on weekdays, which is on this peak.
The name of this peak is Lunjian.
At this moment, when the eight Sword Pavilion disciples arrived, there were young disciples from various buildings on the Sword-Lunking Peak, sparring on the Sword-Lunking Peak in the square.
"Hey, these are the disciples of Jianlou?"
The most flamboyant gray-clothed disciple of the Sword Pavilion looked at the Jianlou disciples who were sparring in pairs on the Sword Pavilion, shook his head and said: "Are the Jianlou disciples all such rubbish? It's really disappointing!"
These words undoubtedly angered the Jianlou disciples on the Lunjian Peak, and they all showed angry faces.
"These people seem to be unconvinced, Senior Brother Lou, can I take action?" The disciple in gray clothes looked at the young man walking at the front among the eight people, with an eager expression on his face.
Senior Brother Lou was not yet twenty years old. He had a knife behind his back and an angular face that was very charming. Hearing this, he said lightly: "Whatever."
The reason for their trip was to visit and discuss with the disciples, and to find out the depth of the disciples in Jianlou, so there was no need to stop them.
"Hey!" The young man in gray grinned, jumped into the Lunjianfeng Square, stood up with his sword drawn, looked arrogantly in all directions, and said loudly: "I am Chu Yinkuang, a disciple of Dao Pavilion. I said that all of you disciples of Jian Pavilion are rubbish. Who else will do this?
If you don’t accept it, you can use your sword!”
The disciples of the Sword Pavilion and the Sword Tower have always been at odds with each other, but now they dare to run into the Sword Tower and make noise.
Immediately, a Jianlou disciple stood up and said angrily: "Zhu Yijie, disciple of the 18th floor, fight with you!"
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Since the disciple named Zhu Yijie dares to take action, he is certainly not weak in strength. His cultivation is about to reach the perfection of the Aperture Realm. The sword energy from his mouth is like a rainbow, stirring the place.
"Garbage! Isn't there a more decent disciple in Jianlou?" Madman Chu Yin lived up to his name. He smiled wildly and slashed forward with a long knife in his hand.
In one strike, all the sword energy was dispersed. Zhu Yijie, a disciple on the 18th floor, vomited blood and took dozens of steps back. Not only was he defeated by the sword, but he was also injured by the sword energy!
"Are the disciples of the Sword Pavilion so useless? Even my disciples of the Sword Pavilion can't take the sword!" Chu Yinkuang, standing with the sword in his hand, glanced around in all directions, extremely arrogant and arrogant.
The other seven Sword Pavilion disciples were also standing beside the square, their eyes unconcealed in their contempt for the Sword Pavilion disciples.
"I'll fight you!"
How did the disciples of the Sword Tower endure such humiliation? Another disciple struck out in anger. His cultivation had reached the perfection of the Aperture Realm. His sword shot out with strong winds and his strength was extraordinary.
"The Aperture Realm is perfect? It's not bad, but it's still rubbish!" Chu Yin swept his sword wildly, and the sword energy was like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and he fought with the disciple.
The sword tower disciple, after holding on for nine swords, was still defeated, and the sword he used was cut off by Chu Yin with a mad sword.
"You're going too far!"
The disciples of the sword building were furious, and the other party cut off the sword, which was the greatest insult to the sword cultivator.
"So what if I bully you? If you are not convinced, call all the geniuses on the thirty-sixth floor and ask them to cut off my sword too!"
Madman Chu Yin lived up to his name and was extremely arrogant. He sneered again: "I'm afraid you Jianlou junkies don't have this ability!"
The young disciples are all proud and arrogant.
How could these disciples of the Jian Tower endure being bullied and humiliated by others? Immediately, someone went to invite powerful geniuses from each tower.
Talk about what happened on Jian Peak quickly spread throughout the Jian Tower.
Even Mo Que, who was in the medicine house, heard about it.
It’s just that he doesn’t care. Whether it’s honor or disgrace on the 36th floor, it’s not the turn of a small medicine shop disciple like him to worry about. He returned to the building, studied the sword quietly, and kept recalling the Ninety-nine Peaks Sword Intent in his mind.
Digest it.
In the following days, the eight Sword Pavilion disciples fought with the Sword Pavilion disciples on Lunjian Peak every day, with extremely arrogant arrogance.
However, these eight disciples were also very powerful. The Jianlou disciples fought against them one after another, but were defeated one after another.
This made all the owners of the Thirty-sixth Floor look ugly, and the upper echelons of the Jian Tower also felt heavy.
Although the Sword Pavilion disciples were nominally here to visit and discuss matters, if word got out that they could not defeat them, the Sword Pavilion would definitely lose its reputation and face.
Later, each building had to send the first person in their respective building to challenge. However, the strength of the eight sword pavilion disciples was beyond imagination.
In just a few days, many young sword tower champions were defeated by them one after another.
The arrogance of the Sword Pavilion is becoming more and more arrogant, while the disciples of the Sword Pavilion are feeling aggrieved.
Seeing that the competition for the ranking is getting closer day by day, but Yao Lao still hasn't returned, Mo Que has no intention of paying attention to the victory or defeat on Jianjian Peak.
With less than three days left before the competition for the ranking, Yao Lao finally returned to the medicine house.
"I have found a spiritual object for you that can be used to refine your body. With this object, you will be more confident in competing for the ranking."
As soon as he returned to the medicine house, Yao Lao took out something with a cold face.
It was a golden fireball, like a small sun, extremely hot, and you could tell at a glance that it was anything but ordinary.
"Yao Lao, why did you leave during this time to find this thing for me?" Mo Que looked at the cold-faced old man with mixed emotions.
This old man may seem cold, but everything he does is to make him stronger before he competes for the rankings.
"You practice the Tao of the Sun. This thing can help you truly step into the martial arts. Refining it as soon as possible." Yao Lao said coldly and hurried to the backyard of the medicine house.
When his back was turned to Mo Que, his face suddenly turned pale, and a sweetness welled up in his throat. However, he did not want to show it and forcefully swallowed it into his stomach, refusing to let Mo Que see through it.
However, Mo Que had already noticed that Yao Lao's breathing was weak, and the injuries on his body were more serious than before when nineteen posters combined their swords!
The old man was seriously injured again in order to help him find this thing, but he still pretended to be cold to him and didn't want him to know about his injury.
When Mo Que saw Yao Lao like this, he just pretended not to know and silently followed Yao Lao to the backyard.
"I heard that you broke into the Nineteen Sword Towers before just to ask about my whereabouts?"
When they arrived at the hospital, Old Yao didn't look back. He turned his back to Mo Que and his tone was still cold.
"It's just an excuse to find someone to practice with." Mo Que grinned.
Yao Lao was silent for a moment. If this man could go to the Nineteenth Sword Tower to fight for him, it was not in vain for him to take such a risk.
Hearing that Mo Que didn't want to admit it, he didn't try to point it out. He just said coldly: "What a bold act! However, he does have the spirit of a warrior like me!"
After saying that, he asked Mo Que to sit down and help him refine the golden fire ball.