She turned her head and glared at the thin old man, sneered, gritted her teeth, and her sword strength surged again. She suppressed him again, like a strong wind hitting a tree, it would break at any time.

However, this old tree is old and strong. Although the wind is strong, it is not easy to break. It looks like it will fall at any time, but it can always hold on firmly.

After a while, He Wu felt numbness all over his shoulders, gradually spreading to his heart. The situation was precarious. Once it really invaded his heart, there was no way to survive.

"I'm talking about the third child, are you going to make it? Do you want my help?" The fat old man said with a smile, stroking his smooth chin and shaking his head: "Such a little kid has to put in so much effort!"

The thin old man snorted coldly: "It seems that she really uses Dongchu martial arts and is a disciple of the Tianyi sect. If you haven't tasted it, don't make sarcastic remarks!"

"I think it's normal. Are you showing sympathy for her?" The fat old man shook his head and laughed.

The thin old man sneered: "If you are not convinced, come and try!"

"Okay, get out of the way and I'll do it!" the fat old man said with a smile.

The thin old man suddenly jumped out of the circle. The fat old man dodged, took up the position with a speed beyond his body, and slapped He Wu with a light palm.

He Wu took the opportunity to tap the area around his left shoulder quickly with the tip of his sword a few times, sealing the xué passage to prevent the spread of the poison. He wanted to slow down and gain an opportunity. At the same time, he took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, bit open the stopper, and filled the bottle with

He poured the elixir into his mouth in one gulp, then shook it gently, and the porcelain bottle turned into powder and flew away.

At this time, the fat old man's palm gesture had already come over. His big hands were as round as nose and face, and he looked like he wanted to take a bite, but there was no evil spirit or murderous intention at all.

He Wu didn't dare to be careless. He could tell at a glance that this old man was a smiling tiger with a kind face. He could kill more ruthlessly than anyone else, and the thin old man was inferior.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had passed more than a dozen moves, and the thin old man sneered at the side: "I mean, Lao Si, what I said is correct, isn't it? How is her martial arts?" "Sure enough, it's a bit weird." The fat old man nodded with a smile, then shook his head.

:, "But it's not a big deal, let me take it within ten moves!"

The thin old man sneered and shook his head: "Within ten moves? Don't brag!"

"Look at me!" The fat old man shouted, his face darkened, and he suddenly turned into a fierce tiger descending the mountain. His palms suddenly swelled up and turned into bright red like red vermilion, with a faint sweet smell filling the air.

He Wu frowned and snorted, "Both of these old men are not good people. One has poison on his fingernails, and the other practices poison palm."

She didn't understand the customs and concepts of the Great Khan. Here, the winner is king and the loser is the enemy, and they will do anything to win. "It doesn't matter whether he uses poison or not. As long as he wins, he is the strong one."

Moreover, the power of poison often enhances martial arts by 20%, so naturally it cannot be ignored. If one uses poison and the other does not use poison under the same cultivation level, the outcome will be completely different.

After she felt a faint sweet smell entering her nose, she felt a little dizzy, her body seemed a little heavier, and she was no longer under her control.

She secretly screamed, she didn't expect that his palm power was so weird, it could affect the control even if it didn't touch her body. It was like the poison in the mind of a mischievous person, it was really weird.

Under her vigilance, Xuan Nu Su Xin Sutra's inner thoughts were circulating endlessly, and in a blink of an eye, her mind was clear.

Without being affected by it, Xuantianfeng's mind is indeed extremely mysterious.

After five moves, the fat old man saw that He Wu's eyes were clear and not drowsy at all. He was surprised, but secretly annoyed. Because he was confident in his palm skills, he promised to win with ten moves, but if she didn't

Influence, it is not easy to win in ten moves.

Thinking of this, he shouted again, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and the palm movement changed again, from slow and heavy to light and fast, and turned into a violent storm.

He Wu suddenly found it difficult to deal with it and could only swing his sword to protect himself. The light of the sword turned into a light shield, covering his whole body tightly without leaving any gaps.

However, this method is useful for ordinary masters, but has little effect on such a top master, who can break through the defense in just a few palms.

, "Hey, hey, I said fourth, ten moves have passed!" The old man suddenly sneered twice.

The fat old man asked in surprise: "Really?"

, "Will I still lie to you!?" The thin old man snorted, and said with a smile: "You still boasted about Haikou, saying that you can win it in ten moves, now you know how powerful this little kid is, right?"

"Well, she is indeed powerful, but as long as I show my true skills, she still can't stop me!"

The fat old man nodded, then shook his head.

, "Stop bragging!" The thin old man curled his lips and shook his head: "It's also strange, where has the other guy gone? Such a big movement should have come back long ago, right? Is he dead?"

"Little baby, where did that little baby go?" the fat old man asked with a smile.

He Wu sneered while dealing with his violent attack, but had no time to speak. The other half of his mind was on his shoulders, and the numb feeling kept spreading. Although the xué channel was sealed, the poison was too overbearing and could not be completely sealed.

Live, still wandering around, but at a much slower pace.

Even so, it won't take too long before it spreads to the heart. By then, I still can't use my energy to force out the poison, and I'm really helpless!

She didn't expect to be able to kill these two old men now, she just hoped that Li Muchan would come soon, otherwise she would have to resort to life-saving methods and escape alone.

She waved the sword with all her strength, and after another fifty moves, she gradually became unable to hold on anymore. Her body became heavy and her movements were slow, as if she was stuck in a quagmire. Every movement required a huge amount of strength.

Fortunately, the fat old man didn't really mean to take her down, and still dealt with her swordsmanship with ease. He Wu sneered, understanding that he wanted to learn his martial arts skills, familiarize himself with the routine, and deal with Li Muchan.

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She secretly laughed in her heart. They were wasting their efforts. Her martial arts were completely different from those of Yan Tianfeng. One was Zhiyin and the other was Zhiyang. It was useless to explain herself!

She secretly felt happy, and her movements became slower and slower. There was a muffled "bang" sound, and she flew out violently, spraying a mist of blood in the air.

She felt severe pain in her chest, as if she had been hit by a hammer, her blood was boiling, as if all the blood was about to spurt out of her body, and her eyesight turned black.

, suddenly groaned and looked up, because he smelled a familiar scent, his waist tightened, and his body was firmly caught by someone.

"Wuji." She sighed softly.

Li Muchan's face was pale, without any blood, but he smiled at this moment: "It doesn't matter, I will recover the debt properly!" The internal energy from his palm was injected into her body, and the speed was extremely fast.

, it turned around in just an instant, flattened and surged with blood, and finally stopped at the shoulders and heart.

After his extremely pure internal energy stopped in these two places, his heart felt warm and comfortable, as if he was immersed in a hot spring, and he wanted to sleep comfortably.

As for the internal force in the shoulders, it is constantly circling, like waves of hot wind blowing, washing away violently, trying to drive it away.

This was only a momentary feeling. She breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "It's okay, isn't it?"

She stared at the blood on the corner of Li Muchan's mouth and frowned: "Is the injury serious?"

Li Muchan shook his head and smiled: "It doesn't matter, it's just a minor injury. Let's take care of them before we talk!"

He suddenly disappeared from the spot and appeared behind the fat old man with a light slap.

The faces of the fat old man and the thin old man both became heavy, and they vaguely guessed what Li Muchan was doing. With such momentum and evil spirit, it was as if they had just killed someone.

They didn't even know what he could kill. They didn't believe it when they thought about this. The smile on the fat old man's face disappeared without a trace and became as dark as water. As soon as Li Muchan disappeared, he immediately turned around and clapped his hands, expecting that Li Muchan would attack from behind.

Li Muchan said "Huh". He didn't expect the fat old man to be so agile, which didn't match his body shape, but he didn't change his moves and fought him head-on.

, "Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and the fat old man and the thin old man flew out at the same time.

Li Muchan's left palm collided with the fat old man's right palm. He held He Wu in his right hand, but the tip of his little finger was slightly raised, nonchalantly, and there was nothing unusual, but he already pointed out a finger silently.

This finger is as gentle as the spring breeze, without any trace or murderous intent. If there is any murderous intent, the thin old man will definitely be able to detect it with his honed intuition.

The thin old man was also a little careless, and his attention was attracted by the fight between Li Muchan and the fat old man. He did not expect that Li Muchan would plot the attack, and by the time he realized it, it was already too late.

, the muffled sound of "bang" was caused by the collision between the palms of the fat old man and Li Muchan, and also by the force of Li Muchan's fingers hitting the skinny old man's body.

His finger strength is extremely strange, very soft and light, but once it hits an opponent, it immediately changes into extremely strong and violent force, like a giant tree being knocked down, directly knocking the person away.

Li Muchan stood on the spot, waving the five fingers of his left hand in unison, "Boom, boom, boom," as if four pebbles fell into a deep well. The thin old man and the fat old man each trembled twice in the air, and two balls of blood spattered from their bodies. They fell heavily to the ground.

Under the pine tree three feet away, he was as motionless as a broken puppet, silent and dead. The two fingers were one for his heart and the other for his forehead. He could not die anymore.

Li Muchan slowly retracted his hand, turned around and smiled slightly: "Peak Master, let's go, I need to retreat to heal my wounds!"

He Wu nodded lightly: "Okay."

She didn't look at the two old men, knowing that there was absolutely no luck. Now she had copied all the stories of the Moyuan Sect. From then on, the Moyuan Sect no longer existed. Even if it existed, it existed in name only.

When Li Muchan was flashing, the light flashed in front of He Wu's eyes at an extremely fast speed. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Wuji could perform Qing Kung like this, so the injuries should not be too serious.

, "Wuji, what happened to those people?" she asked softly.

Li Muchan laughed and said, "Quan Zaizi, if you cut the weeds without eradicating the roots, there will be endless troubles!"

He Wu sighed softly: "It must be a hard battle!?"

Li Muchan smiled slightly and said: "Fortunately, I tried my best, but I have a diamond suit to protect my body, which can relieve some of the strength. The injuries I suffered are not serious. I only worry about the blood from the leader of the Moyuan Sect."

"What are you going to do?" He Wu asked.

Li Muchan said: "I have already thought about it. If I want to completely cure the injury, it is best to practice Ziyang Dafa."

, "Purple Yang Dafa?" He Wu frowned and pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said: "Is it possible to heal injuries while practicing?

Besides, it’s your first time to practice, so what if something goes wrong?”

After saying that, she shook her head again: "I think it's better to forget it."

Li Muchan smiled bitterly: "There is no other way. Although the Huahong Sutra and the Hua Lao Sutra are wonderful, they are one level behind. It is difficult to truly cure it."

There is also a layer of blood transformation in the Huahong Sutra, but compared with the Ziyang Dafa, it is inferior. If he does not get the Ziyang Dafa, he can only use the Huahong Sutra to heal his wounds and practice it again to expel the blood from the body.

It only takes a few days of practice.

But now that he has the Ziyang Dafa, he no longer wants to use the Huahong Sutra. The Huahong Sutra can only expel it. The Ziyang Dafa can swallow up this mouthful of blood and integrate it into himself.

This mouthful of blood is extremely poisonous to others. It contains a huge amount of cultivation and awe-inspiring spiritual power, which is enough to be fatal.

But if Li Muchan practices Ziyang Dafa, this mouthful of blood is the best tonic. After it is completely swallowed and integrated into himself, his cultivation level will increase sharply, and he can gain his martial arts experience, which is the most precious thing.

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, "Ziyang Dafa is not that easy to practice, right?" He Wu snorted.
To be continued...