Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

After chatting with the two evildoers in front of him, Mo Que realized how difficult this competition was.

Just the five forces that have the quota, there are all enchanting geniuses who are no weaker than Ning Chen.

And looking at Qingzhou, no one knows how many hidden evildoers there are.

"This is Jianlou? It doesn't look that good!"

On the second day, a group of disciples of the sword pavilion came with swords and came to the sword pavilion in the name of visiting.

A total of eight young disciples came to the Jianlou, but they did not restrain themselves at all.

"I heard that Jianlou has received a Sacred Body for a month. He is extremely talented and has a good appearance. He was trained by Jianlou as the master of the future. I don't know if the rumors are exaggerating, or is he really capable?"

One of the eight disciples in gray, carrying the knife on his shoulders, while walking forward, spoke unscrupulously, commenting on the first genius who is currently the most popular in Jianlou.

He did not deliberately lower his voice, causing countless disciples of the Sword Pavilion to glare at him, but he did not restrain himself at all, and the other disciples of the Sword Pavilion had no plans to stop it.

As the eight young disciples walked forward, they passed a mountain peak with a square on the peak.

Among the disciples on the thirty-sixth floor, they would also discuss and exchange swordsmanship with each other on weekdays, even on the top of this peak.

This peak is called Lunjian.

At this moment, when the eight disciples of the Sword Pavilion arrived, there were young disciples from various floors on the Sword Discourse Peak, discussing swordsmanship in the square.

"Hey, these are the disciples of Jianlou?"

The most flamboyant gray-clothed disciple in the sword pavilion looked at the sword building disciples who were sparring with each other on Lun Jian Peak, shook his head and said, "Jianlou disciples are all this kind of garbage? It's really disappointing!"

These words undoubtedly angered the disciples of the Jianlou on Jian Jian Peak, and people showed anger.

"These people don't seem to be convinced, Senior Brother Lou, can I make a move?" The gray-clothed disciple looked at the young man walking at the front among the eight, eager to try.

Senior Brother Lou is not yet twenty years old, with a knife behind him, a face with sharp edges and corners, very attractive, he heard the words lightly: "At will."

Their trip was based on the reason that the disciples visited and learned from each other, and they did not need to stop the disciples of the Jianlou.

"Hey!" The young man in gray grinned, jumped into the Sword Peak Square, drew his sword and stood upright, and said loudly, "I am Chu Yinkuang, a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, I said that you disciples of the Sword Pavilion are all trash, who would If you don't agree, you can use your sword!"

The sword pavilion and the disciples of the sword building have always been at odds, but now they dare to run into the sword building and shout.

Immediately, a disciple of the sword building stood up and said angrily: "The eighteenth floor disciple Zhu Yijie, fight with you!"

"Shhhhh!"

The disciple named Zhu Yijie dared to make a move, and he was not weak. Cultivation Base was about to reach the Perfection of Aperture Realm, and Sword Qi was like a rainbow in his mouth, stirring this place.

"Trash! Isn't there a more decent disciple in Jianlou?" Chu Yin madman, as his name suggests, laughed wildly, and slashed forward with a long knife in his hand.

In one strike, all Sword Qi were scattered, and the eighteenth floor disciple Zhu Yijie vomited blood and stepped back several dozen steps.

"Is it so useless as a disciple of the Sword Building? Even my disciple of the Sword Pavilion can't take a knife!" Chu Yinkuang, who stood with the sword in his hand, swept his gaze across the four directions, extremely arrogant and unstoppable.

The other seven disciples of the Sword Pavilion were also standing beside the square, and their eyes did not conceal their contempt for the disciples of the Sword Pavilion.

"I'm here to fight you!"

How did the disciples of Jianlou endure this humiliation? Another disciple shot out in anger, Cultivation Base is already a perfect orifice, the sword is surging, and the strength is extraordinary.

"The Aperture Realm is complete? It's not bad, but it's still trash!" Chu Yinkuang swept the blade like a gust of wind and swept the leaves, fighting with the disciple.

That sword building disciple, after supporting nine swords, was still defeated, and the sword he used was cut off by Chu Yinkuang.

"You deceive people too much!" The disciples of Jianlou were in a rage, and the other party cut off the sword, which was the biggest insult to Jianxiu.

"How about bullying you? If you're not convinced, call all your geniuses on the thirty-sixth floor and let them also come and cut off my sword!"

As the name suggests, the madman Chu Yin is extremely arrogant, and sneered: "I'm afraid you junk people like Jianlou don't have the ability!"

The young disciples are all arrogant and arrogant.

The disciples of Jianlou were bullied and humiliated, how could they bear it? The first time, someone went to invite powerful geniuses from each floor.

The incident on Jianfeng quickly spread throughout the Jianlou.

Even Mo Que, who is in the pharmacy, has heard of it.

It's just that he doesn't care, whether the thirty-sixth floor is honor or disgrace, it's not his turn to worry about a small medicine shop disciple. He returned to the building, calmly realized the sword, and kept thinking about the Ninety-Nine Peak Sword intent in his mind. digest it.

In the days that followed, the eight disciples of the Sword Pavilion would fight with the disciples of the Sword Pavilion every day at Lunjian Peak, and their arrogance was extremely arrogant.

However, the strength of these eight disciples is also very strong.

This made the owner of the thirty-sixth floor look ugly, and the upper floors of the sword building were also in a heavy heart.

Although nominally the disciples of the Sword Pavilion came to visit and discuss, if they could not defeat them and spread the word, the Sword Pavilion would definitely lose its reputation and face.

In the end, each building had to send the first person in their respective building to fight. However, the strength of the eight Sword Pavilion disciples was beyond imagination.

In just a few days, a number of young Jianlou No. 1s were successively defeated by them.

The arrogance of the sword pavilion is also becoming more and more arrogant, and the disciples of the sword pavilion are suffocated.

Seeing that the competition for the list is getting closer and closer, Yao Lao still hasn't returned, and Mo Que has no intention to pay attention to the outcome on Lunjian Peak.

Until there were less than three days left to compete for the list, Yao Lao finally returned to the medicine building.

"I found a spiritual item for you that can be used for body refinement. With this item, you can be more confident in competing for the list."

As soon as he returned to the pharmacy, Yao Lao took out something with a cold expression on his face.

It was a golden ball of fire, like a small sun, extremely hot, and at a glance, it was absolutely extraordinary.

"Elder Yao, you left this time to find this thing for me?" Mo Que looked at the cold-faced old man with mixed feelings.

This old man seems to be cold, but everything he does is to make him stronger before he competes for the ranking.

"You cultivate the way of the sun, this thing can help you really step into Martial Dao, and hurry up refining." Yao Lao said coldly, and hurriedly walked to the backyard of the medicine building.

When he turned his back to Mo Que, his face suddenly turned pale, and there was a sweetness in his throat, but he didn't want to show it, so he swallowed it forcefully, refusing to let Mo Que see through it.

However, Mo Que had already noticed that Yao Lao was weak in breathing, and the injuries on his body were heavier than that of the nineteen landlords who joined forces before!

In order to help him find this thing, the old man was seriously injured again, but he still pretended to be cold to him and didn't want him to know about the injury.

Seeing Yao Lao like this, Mo Que just pretended not to know, and silently followed Yao Lao to the backyard.

"I heard that you broke into the Nineteen Swords Tower before, just to ask my whereabouts?"

When he came to the courtyard, the old man Yao didn't return, his back turned to Mo Que, his tone was still cold.

"It's just an excuse to find someone to practice." Mo Que grinned.

Yao Lao was silent for a moment, this son was able to kill the Nineteen Swords Tower for him, but 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 bother to point it out, but said coldly, "Be bold! However, I do have the spirit of a Practitioner!"

After speaking, let Mo Que sit down and help him refine the golden fireball.