Duanwo

Li Muchan smiled and said: "This Ximen Zhan is really lucky, and his ability is also powerful! ... Alas, it was just a little bit of a miss, what a pity!"

General Hua's eyes flashed: "He is injured?!"

Li Muchan nodded: "He was hit by two arrows. He is probably in a coma now and will have to rest for a few days."

"Good opportunity!" General Hua slapped his palms.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Take advantage of his illness to kill him. There are experts in his army, so it is difficult to assassinate him successfully, but he can send troops in a dignified manner..."

"Not bad!" General Hua smiled and waved his hand: "Let's go back and talk!"

The two left the walled city, followed closely by Ji Wuming and others, spreading around.

It was late at night, and the camp was quiet and peaceful. Under the hazy moonlight, only the patrolling soldiers were walking around holding torches.

In the general's tent, the candles and cattle were blazing, as bright as day.

Li Muchan and General Hua returned to the military tent. General Hua said excitedly: "Master, can Ximen Zhan not go into battle?"

Li Muchan nodded: "Unless there is a panacea, one arrow will hit the chest and the other will hit the lower abdomen, which will greatly damage the vitality. It is reasonable to say that you will be comatose for a while."

"Is there a master to heal his injuries?" General Hua asked.

Li Muchan shook his head: "Then there's no telling. There are countless extraordinary feats and skills in the world, and Eastern Chu's martial arts is prosperous. Maybe we can save him."

General Hua paced with his hands behind his back, walking back and forth in front of the case. After going back and forth for more than a dozen times, he slapped his palm hard: "Just bet on this!"

"General, are you going to send troops?" Li Muchan asked.

General Hua nodded vigorously: "This opportunity cannot be missed. Ximen Zhan is injured and the dragons are leaderless. It is the moment when people's hearts are floating. Attack the camp at this time and have a chance to defeat it!"

Li Muchan pondered and said nothing.

Seeing this, General Hua hurriedly asked: "Master, do you have any suggestions? But it doesn't hurt."

Li Muchan pondered for a moment and said: "General, as far as I know, there are two secret techniques in the world that can restore injuries in a short time."

"Huh——?" General Hua asked hurriedly.

Li Muchan said: "Yingyue Temple's Crane Control Technique and the Canghai Sword Sect's Yin-Yang Creation Technique can both bring people back to life... I guess there must be such secret techniques in the Eastern Chu Wulin, right?"

General Hua frowned, touched his eyebrows, and nodded thoughtfully: "There should be some."

Li Muchan said: "In the Dongchu camp, under Ximen's attack, other generals can't hold their ground?"

"That's not clear." General Hua shook his head.

Li Muchan said: "Know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger... I'll go and find out a few things. I'll come back after dawn, and the general will make a decision."

"Master, are you still going?" General Hua hesitated.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Don't worry, General, if you can't defeat me, you'll run away!"

General Hua smiled and said: "I am very confident about the master's Qinggong. I am afraid that they will complain about the plot and use the generals to block them."

Li Muchan laughed and shook his head: "I am the only one who plots against others, and others must not plot against me!"

General Hua thought for a while and sighed: "Well, master, go quietly and come back quietly, and try not to do anything."

Li Muchan smiled and said: "I plan to make a big fuss so that they can't sleep well and are exhausted. If the general sends troops tomorrow, it will give them a better chance of winning!"

"Don't do it." General Hua hurriedly waved his hand and said, "This is too risky. Although the master's martial arts is strong, he will not be able to do well in front of the army. Even the master, who is a strong man, cannot stand the rapid bow and powerful crossbow.

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"Haha..." Li Muchan smiled and titheed: "I'm going."

After saying that, he flashed and disappeared. General Hua raised his hand in a hurry: "Master, don't try to be brave!"

"Haha..." Li Muchan's laughter spread slowly into the big tent.

General Hua shook his head and smiled bitterly, knowing that Li Muchan would not listen and would definitely make a fuss. A real fuss would be beneficial to his side, but it would be too dangerous.

He sighed, looked north, and shook his head.

Li Muchan floated out of the camp and directly passed the Shenguang Camp. Like a wisp of smoke, he entered the Dongchu Camp. The camp was heavily guarded and he felt like he was in a deserted place.

In the blink of an eye, he came to a tent, directly restrained the six people in the tent, then sat cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, and looked down at the Ximen Zhan tent with his eyes of void.

Inside the Ximen Zhan tent, there were blazing candles and candles, as bright as day. A dozen big men lined up in two rows, standing in front of the tiger-skin couch, without saying a word, and the atmosphere was oppressive.

Li Muchan was moved secretly. He could actually feel this oppressive atmosphere, as if he had arrived in person and was in it. It was mysterious.

Obviously, this is the mystery brought by the six heart beads, and the feeling of mystery and mystery is indescribable.

Ximen Zhan was sitting cross-legged on the tiger-skin couch with his eyes closed. His breath was weak and his face was pale. Behind him, a majestic middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged with his palms on Ximen Zhan's vest.

Li Muchan recognized at a glance that this middle-aged man was the one he was fighting against. He had deep internal strength and superb swordsmanship. He was truly a rare master.

He is now no different than before, he has mastered the Canghai Divine Art, he has also mastered the Great Dragon Form, he has refined his blood like mercury, his strength has increased by another three points, and his cultivation is extremely profound.

He estimated that once he left the military camp and entered the martial arts world, he would be able to become one of the top masters.

It's a pity that I haven't had the time to practice the Nine Turns of the Marrow Cleansing Sutra. Otherwise, if my internal strength is doubled, this middle-aged man will never be my opponent. After I go back this time, I must take the time to practice the Nine Turns of the Marrow Cleansing Sutra.

The big men were full of evil spirits. Obviously, they were carrying many lives on their bodies. If they were timid, their hands would go numb when they encountered them, and they would be unable to resist.

They all stared closely at the middle-aged man. As time passed, wisps of white air came out of the middle-aged man's head, like light threads blown by the wind, curling up.

Slowly, the white gas became thicker, like boiling water coming out of a cauldron.

The back of Ximen Zhan's head also began to steam, like threads, and his face turned rosy, getting better and better. The middle-aged man's face turned red, like a red cloud.

The big men did not dare to breathe for fear of being disturbed.

"Ugh..." With a long sigh, the middle-aged man exhaled an arrow of air, slowly opened his eyes, and the red glow slowly faded from his face.

"Mr. Wu...?" A burly man bowed and asked respectfully with his fists clasped.

He was dressed in a leather jacket, tall and muscular, with a big face and a flat nose. His eyes were open and closed with cold light shining out, and he was as powerful as a bear.

The middle-aged man nodded slowly: "Don't worry, General Tai. The general is fine. Just be careful and nurse him back to health."

A big man next to him asked in a deep voice: "Is it possible that the general will go into battle?"

The middle-aged man slowly brought Ximen Zhan down and lay on his back.

He shook his head: "General, after taking the Heaven-Building Pill, he will recover quickly...but if he wants to go into battle, he still needs to rest for two or three days."

"So..." The big man exchanged glances with several people around him.

General Tai let out a long breath: "The general is really auspicious and blessed with great fortune!...Mr. Wu, how dare a little thief come to assassinate the general!"

Mr. Wu's face suddenly turned cold, as gloomy as a dark cloud, and he snorted coldly: "Dayan does have some talents!"

A burly man sneered: "Old Tai, of course they are Dayan thieves! ... They are very courageous. Tomorrow I will kill a hundred people and avenge the general!"

General Tai said in a deep voice: "That's not right. The general never likes to slaughter people."

"The general's revenge will not be avenged?!" The big man sneered, his eyes blazing with anger.

General Tai rolled his eyes: "Killing Dayan's soldiers for revenge, don't vent your anger on the people, it's not your skill!"

"You...!" The big man's face darkened.

General Tai said coldly: "Your banner men and horses were destroyed by the Shenwu camp. If you have the skills, go and destroy them. If you don't have the ability, don't show your ability to the defenseless people!"

"Fuck your motherfucker!" the big man yelled angrily and punched her.

General Tai casually turned sideways, avoided the fist, kicked him, looked down condescendingly, and said coldly: "You have such a small body and are still playing tricks on me, you are looking for death!"

A carp stood upright, and the big man stood up straight, patted his fur coat, and sneered: "Tai, you are so majestic. Is it because the general is not here? You regard yourself as a general and do whatever you want!"

General Tai said coldly: "Nonsense! ... If you are like you, you have no ability, you are still yelling, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, what kind of man are you!"

The big man shouted: "You don't need to tell me whether I am a man or not!"

After that, he rushed forward again and was grabbed by the person next to him.

"Forget it, Lao Fang, the general is injured. We are all angry, but we must also be sensible. Stop making nonsense and let Mr. Wu see the joke!"

"His surname is Tai, he goes too far!" The big man refused to give up.

General Tai sneered and looked at him sideways, with disdain on his face.

"Ahem..." A cough sounded, and the tent suddenly became quiet. Everyone turned to look at the tiger-skin bed, and their eyes suddenly shone.

"General!" General Tai hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out his big hand like a cattail leaf fan, and carefully helped Ximen Zhan sit up.

Ximen Zhan slowly sat up straight and glanced at everyone.

"General!" Everyone clasped their fists and shouted happily.

Ximen Zhan waved his hand softly: "I am destined to die, but... what happened to the unit Qing and the others?"

General Tai hesitated: "General, Unit Qing and the others..."

"No one is alive?" Ximen Zhan frowned.

General Tai hurriedly said: "They are not dead,...but their martial arts skills are useless."

Ximen Zhan breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, it's good that you're not dead. You can keep the green hills, so you don't have to worry about running out of firewood."
To be continued...