The middle-aged man had already stepped over and stood in front of Li Muchan: "Master Zhanran is really good at martial arts. No wonder he can defeat Master Xinjue."

Li Muchan smiled: "Senior, you are wrong. Master Xinjue and I haven't decided the winner yet. We will try again in a while."

"Haha, that's it." The middle-aged man nodded.

Li Muchan raised his brows and shook his head secretly. How could the Changbai Sword Sect be such a person, with sharp words and hidden dangers everywhere? It might be related to Head Nie.

When he met with Head Nie before, they had a lot of tactful exchanges and exchanges of words. He was not disgusted at first, but found it interesting.

But this time the assassination plot went too far, deliberately causing the Canghai Sword Sect to provoke public anger, and using clumsy methods. Especially when Nie Xuefeng plotted against Li Yujiao, he felt disgusted.

These few words from the middle-aged man were used to sow discord in an understatement and were extremely destructive.

Head Nie said in a deep voice: "Junior brother Feng, be careful."

The middle-aged man nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, I will also learn Master Zhanran's sword skills."

The Canghai Sword Sect obtained a dragon slayer, and I heard that Zhan Ran had already mastered it. When Li Muchan competed with Monk Xinjue, they used fist and kick skills. People were very afraid, so naturally they did not dare to choose fist or kick.

"Please—!" Li Muchan smiled slightly and crossed his swords in front of him.

"Ugh..." He held the sword fiercely with both hands, his eyes were angry, like the angry eyes of a diamond, and a sword light struck down like a bolt of lightning.

Li Muchan swung his sword into a clear light, and with a crisp sound of "ding...", the middle-aged man let go of his long sword, and he flew out, landing heavily ten feet away.
Chapter completed!