Gu Dongting paused and slowly turned to look at him. He said with a middle-aged face and a Chinese character: "Master, we want to destroy Zishang Palace. We can't see Zishang Palace. Even if we destroy the palace owner, it's only half of it. If we can't kill him, we can't."

Losing the Palace Master would be a bit of a failure!"

"Xiao Li, this trip was in vain." Gu Dongting shook his head and said, "Zishang Palace is nothing to worry about."

"What about that kid?" the middle-aged man with a Chinese character asked.

Gu Dongting shook his head: "He will definitely die. There is no need to think about him anymore."

"Master, did you kill him?" The middle-aged man with a Chinese-character face suddenly smiled.

Gu Dongting said: "If he takes a stab from me, he will definitely die... Zishang Palace will lose him, so it's nothing to worry about, so don't worry about it anymore!"

"Yes!" The middle-aged Chinese-faced man believed Gu Dongting's words with a smile on his face.

In his eyes, Li Muchan was much more important than Qin Yeqiu. This time, he would have been lucky to have his master to protect him, otherwise he would have already taken care of his fate.

Gu Dongting suddenly paused, "Poof!" A bloody arrow spurted out.

"Master!" The middle-aged man with a Chinese-character face was shocked. He hurriedly tried to hold him, but was pushed away. Gu Dongting bent down and spit out another blood arrow, then wiped the corners of his mouth as if nothing had happened.

"Master, are you injured!?" the middle-aged man with a Chinese character asked in disbelief.

Gu Dongting nodded: "This little guy is very powerful, with profound cultivation and superb swordsmanship, a bit like Linhai Pavilion!"

"Is he a disciple of Linhai Pavilion?!" asked the middle-aged man with a Chinese character.

Gu Dongting shook his head: "Linhai Pavilion swordsmanship is too difficult to practice. The younger generations are not up to par. No one can truly teach it. He is not a disciple of Linhai Pavilion!"

"Fortunately, this kid is excepted!" The middle-aged man with a Chinese-character face sighed with lingering fear.

Gu Dongting's expression changed, he frowned, and said nothing. He suddenly had a doubt, maybe this kid could save his life!

If he really escaped with his life, he would be really a trouble, and ordinary masters would not be able to deal with him!

Li Muchan and Qin Yeqiu turned into two streams of light, spanning more than ten miles in the blink of an eye. Li Muchan suddenly stopped and let go of Qin Yeqiu.

Qin Yeqiu's face turned pale. She had never experienced such a fast speed. The wind in front of her was like a knife, almost crushing her with huge pressure.

The two of them landed on the thick soft ground of the forest. The dead leaves and branches were as soft as cushions. Li Muchan was lying on his back with a huge wound on his chest and his face was pale.

"Junior brother!" Qin Yeqiu cried out.

The swords of the two were so fast that she couldn't see everything clearly. She only felt her eyes flickering and she was being led by Li Muchan at a high speed. When she realized it, she was already here.

Li Muchan smiled, shook his head and said, "Senior sister, let me take a break."

"Your injury..." Qin Yeqiu stared at his wound.

From his left shoulder to his right hip, the knife cut almost all of his internal organs diagonally, making it bloody and frightening.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "It's just a flesh wound, it doesn't matter."

"Flesh wounds?!" Qin Yeqiu reached out and touched it to see how badly he was injured, and took out the porcelain bottle from his arms.

Li Muchan smiled and said, "Sister, I'm not trying to comfort you, I'm really bruised."

His body-protecting skills were at their peak, and if it weren't for Gu Dongting's deep cultivation and strange inner strength, this sword wouldn't be able to hurt him at all.

"It really doesn't matter?" Qin Yeqiu touched it and found that the wound was very shallow.
Chapter completed!