Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "Last time I competed in boxing, Senior Brother Zhang, I am best at swordsmanship. How about we compete in swordsmanship?"

Zhang Sitong said coldly with a gloomy face: "No need!"

Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and looked surprised: "Is it possible that Senior Brother Zhang is timid before fighting and is afraid of me?"

"Nonsense!" Zhang Sitong shouted.

Li Muchan shook his head: "Then why did Senior Brother Zhang avoid fighting?... Could it be that Senior Brother Zhang's injuries haven't been healed yet?"

"...Okay, let's compete in swordsmanship!" Zhang Sitong said coldly

Seeing Li Muchan's determined look, he knew that this competition was unavoidable, so he simply agreed, otherwise it would not necessarily cause any trouble, and he would still become a joke if it made a big fuss.

Li Muchan smiled: "Okay, then please give me some advice from Senior Brother Zhang!"

He held the Qingfeng Sword and came to the center of the courtyard. He stretched out his left hand with a smile. Zhang Sitong grunted and slowly came to him and unsheathed his sword: "Junior Brother Li, the sword has no eyes, so be careful!"

Li Muchan smiled and said tit for tat: "Yes, Senior Brother Zhang should be careful too!"

"Humph, come on!" Zhang Sitong snorted coldly.

Li Muchan smiled: "Senior Brother Zhang should invite me first!"

"Okay, look at the sword!" This was exactly what Zhang Sitong wanted. Before he finished speaking, the sword flashed, and the tip of the sword was in front of Li Muchan's throat, as fast as lightning and flint.

Li Muchan tapped his toes and swayed out of the way, floating like catkins with ease and ease. Zhang Sitong felt his heart sink when he saw this, secretly cursing that this little swordsmanship is really not bad!

Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "Senior Brother Zhang, there is no need to show mercy."

Zhang Sitong secretly cursed who showed mercy! These words are purely disgusting to himself. He sneered and the sword light flashed again, turning into a little cold star and covering Li Muchan.

Li Muchan's figure was fluttering, and he was able to move with ease, but he could not move a sword. Zhang Sitong swung his long sword, each move more exquisite than the other. The sword flashed with cold air, but it could not touch the corner of Li Muchan's clothes.

After a while, Li Muchan shook his head with disappointment and sighed: "Senior Brother Zhang, I am really disappointed!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhang Sitong became angry with embarrassment. The sword's light surged, and the cold air suddenly expanded. The tip of the sword faintly glowed with white light. He gritted his teeth and shouted: "Li, you asked for this!"

Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and smiled. The Qingfeng Sword was guarded in front of him and danced into a curtain of light.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding..." The clear sound of the two swords clashing was continuous and dense, ringing together, with a sense of rhythm.

Zhang Sitong's sword tip emitted a looming white light, but its power was astonishing. Li Muchan was surprised, and he had underestimated him!

The sand and rocks were flying around, and the two men were still wearing their clothes. It was like a strong wind was blowing the swords of the two men. The aura stirred up, forming a strong wind that swept away everything around them.

The courtyard door closed with a "bang" as if someone had forcefully closed it. The clothes hanging on the wire flew up and fluttered, unable to fall to the ground, and finally fell outside the courtyard wall.

"Senior Brother Zhang, be careful!" Li Muchan suddenly shouted, the light of the sword disappeared quickly, and the tip of the sword had penetrated Zhang Sitong's left shoulder.

He drew his sword and retreated, smiling: "I'm sorry, Senior Brother Zhang, I couldn't hold it back for a while!"

Zhang Sitong covered his left shoulder and glared at him bitterly, gritted his teeth and sneered: "Li, you are so cruel!"

Li Muchan shook his head: "Senior Brother Zhang misunderstood!"

"Get lost!" Zhang Sitong snorted coldly.

Li Muchan shook his head and sighed: "Senior Brother Zhang really misunderstood me. I really want to learn the swordsmanship of my inner disciples, but unfortunately I am a little disappointed!"

Zhang Sitong gritted his teeth and focused on dealing with his injuries. He sheathed his long sword and sealed the acupuncture points around his shoulders. Fortunately, the bleeding control method in the pavilion was exquisite, and the bleeding stopped instantly.

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After he finished his work, he looked up and saw that Li Muchan was still there, and sneered: "How are you staying?"

Li Muchan smiled and shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Zhang, please forgive me. I'll ask you for advice next time!"

As he said this, he turned around and was about to walk out, but he heard Zhang Sitong shout: "Wait a minute!"

Li Muchan slowly turned his head and looked at him with a smile: "Senior Brother Zhang, do you have any other advice? But please give me your instructions!"

Zhang Sitong gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Li, how do you treat me?"

Li Muchan smiled: "Senior Brother Zhang, what do you mean by this? I just want to ask Senior Brother Zhang for martial arts advice. There is no harm in it!"

"Li, do you think I am a three-year-old child?!" Zhang Sitong said bitterly: "Tell me, what are your ideas?"

Li Muchan shook his head in confusion: "Senior Brother Zhang really misunderstood me!"

Zhang Sitong saw him pretending to be stupid, and his teeth itched with hatred, but he had to lower his head under the eaves. This little bad guy was bleeding, but he was so good at martial arts that he was really not his opponent.

Li Muchan didn't wait for him to finish speaking, clasped his fists and walked out with a smile. Zhang Sitong shouted twice, and Li Muchan had disappeared.

Zhang Sitong stamped his feet and gritted his teeth.

Tianyuan Pavilion's wound medicine is very good. He stabbed his shoulder with a sword and it healed in five days. But his wound was just right. In the early morning, Li Muchan came to his door again and asked him for sword skills with a smile.

Zhang Sitong shook his head and refused, willing to accept the defeat. There was no need to compare with the trouble. However, Li Muchan wanted to learn from each other anyway and asked Senior Brother Zhang for advice.

Zhang Sitong simply remained still and allowed Li Muchan to ramble on. He just closed his eyes and said nothing, motionless, like a statue.

Li Muchan patiently persuaded him, saying that as a senior he should give guidance to his juniors. Moreover, as an inner disciple, how could he show cowardice in front of the outer disciples and collapse without a fight? Wouldn't this bring shame to the inner disciples?

He shook his head and was full of emotions. People said that the inner disciples looked down on those from the outer sect, but now it seemed that the inner disciples were nothing more than that.

Zhang Sitong had always looked down on his outer disciples. When Li Muchan's words came to his heart, he finally couldn't stand it and drew his sword. As a result, he was stabbed by Li Muchan again. The same position, the same wound, was stabbed by the tip of the sword.

The distance is also the same

Li Muchan left gracefully with a smile, while Zhang Sitong was furious

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In the early morning of the next day, Li Muchan was practicing in the small courtyard, concentrating on exploring the Twelve Swords of Tianyuan.

As for Zhang Sitong, he didn't take it to heart. If he was forced like this, it would be difficult for him to have another chance to do any tricks. He was just thinking about how to escape the challenge.

This is also a secret warning to Zhang Sitong that it is not difficult to kill him. The difference in martial arts between the two makes him feel cowardly in his heart.

"Bang" the courtyard door opened, and a melon-faced young man outside the threshold slowly put his feet back and looked proudly at Li Muchan with unspeakable contempt.

Li Muchan sheathed his sword and returned it to its sheath, clasping his fists and saying: "I wonder which senior brother is here to come, please come in."

"Humph, are you Li Wuji?" The young man in black clothes looked pale, as if he had indulged too much, his eyes were slightly swollen, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and the corners of his mouth were curved downwards.

As soon as Li Muchan saw this person's face, he knew that he was not a good person, but a mean person. Although the theory of facial appearance is unreliable, the saying that the face comes from the heart, the eyes, the temperament, and the five senses are combined, it can always be roughly the same.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "I am Li Wuji, I wonder who my senior brother is...?"

"I am Qi Chengying!" The young man in black clothes said coldly: "Inner disciple!"

Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Senior Brother Qi. I wonder if you can give me some advice when you come to the courtyard?"

"I heard that you look down on our inner disciples!" Qi Chengying stared into his eyes, trying to see if Li Muchan was lying.

Li Muchan smiled and said, "Senior Brother Zhang said that, right?"

"Not bad" Qi Chengying nodded calmly

Li Muchan shook his head and said: "I competed with Senior Brother Zhang for three times. I am very disappointed that my disciples are so cultivated. How can I look down on him?"

"Yo——?!" Qi Chengying raised her thin eyebrows and her face darkened: "It seems that Junior Brother Zhang is not the instigator!"

Li Muchan smiled: "Senior Brother Qi thought it was Senior Brother Zhang who was instigating it, but he came here and seems to look down on our outer disciples!"

"I look down on you outer disciples!" Qi Chengying said disdainfully: "You are busy all day long, how can you have time to calm down and practice?"

Li Muchan shook his head: "We also want to practice meditation quietly, but unfortunately we are not allowed by the court regulations. You are in the midst of blessings but you don't know the blessings. You don't cherish your unique skills and don't practice well. It's really disappointing!"

"Li, you have such a loud voice!" Qi Chengying sneered: "You have been so arrogant since you first entered the pavilion, I have no choice but to give you a long memory!"

Li Muchan smiled and said, "Senior Brother Qi, are you going to give me some advice? I wish I could ask for it!"

"Okay, if I don't dig your teeth all over the floor today, my surname will not be Qi!" Qi Chengying sneered.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Senior Brother Qi, don't talk so much. What if we really lose?"

"Impossible!" Qi Chengying sneered

Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "Everything is possible, what if Senior Brother Qi is really defeated?"

"Li, you think too highly of yourself!" Qi Chengying said disdainfully: "If I lose, it won't happen until the sun rises in the west!"

Li Muchan said: "If Senior Brother Qi wins, I am willing to be driven and go through fire and water without hesitation. What if Senior Brother Qi loses?"

"Then tell me!" Qi Chengying sneered: "You can be so crazy even if you have a certain level of cultivation! I really don't know how Junior Brother Zhang can be so incompetent!"

Li Muchan smiled. He had been holding back his breath. The foreign minister's cultivation level was only one-tenth of his original level. Qi Chengying was too confident and too arrogant. He felt that Zhang Sitong was incompetent, so he was defeated by Li Muchan.

"Tell me what to do!" Qi Chengying sneered: "Stop delaying, no one can stop me!"

Li Muchan smiled and said: "If I win, how about Senior Brother Qi being driven by me? Senior Brother Qi did what I wanted to do for me!"

Qi Chengying frowned and hummed: "You have your own plan. In this way, you become the inner disciple and I become the outer disciple!"

Li Muchan shook his head: "Senior Brother Qi, whatever you want to practice, you can practice it directly, but I can't. You are still an inner disciple and I am still an outer disciple!"

"...Okay!" Qi Chengying hummed: "If I win, you can go to Tianyuan to face the wall and think about it for ten years!"

"Senior Brother Qi is so cruel!" Li Muchan smiled nonchalantly: "I want to test my swordsmanship!"

"Only swordsmanship!" Qi Chengying said: "I want to see what skills you have, come on!"

Li Muchan unsheathed his sword and Qi Chengying said: "Stop blabbering and move!"
To be continued...