As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light flashed. Song Jing hurriedly moved his body but was a step too late. He only felt a pain in his lower abdomen, and then the internal force of his whole body poured out from the painful area, like a rubber ball deflating.

In the blink of an eye, all the internal energy in his body was completely dissipated, leaving no trace behind.

"You..." Song Jing's eyes were cracked, and he slowly fell to the ground holding his lower abdomen.

Li Muchan shook his head and said: "You'd better keep your life, so as not to say that I bullied the juniors, haha..."

He jumped up to the treetop and disappeared in an instant.

Song Jing fell to the ground and looked at the old man praying not far away. The old man praying was silent and motionless, fearing that the worst was coming, and the sword in his heart would never be spared.

The sun was shining in the sky, it was bright and pleasant, and it was warm and comfortable in the woods, but he was cold all over. Fear and despair seized him. He had only one thought: martial arts is gone! Martial arts is gone!

Having lost his martial arts skills, he is nothing more than a useless person. He has such huge ambitions that life is worse than death. Thousands of plans have come to nothing, and everything has been in vain.

"Ah——!" He looked up to the sky and howled in pain and despair.

After a while, the four masters returned and saw Mr. Pray lying on the ground. One of them went over to take a look, stood up and shook his head. The other three came to Song Jing: "Second Young Master?"

"You...you..." Song Jing fell to the ground and pointed at the four people.

One person went to help him: "Second Young Master, are you okay?"

"Pah!" Song Jing slapped the man in the face and shouted angrily: "Go away!"

The man's face was covered in black, and the slap was weak and weak, and could not even hit Heizhong. His expression could not be seen, only his eyes flickered and he frowned.

The other three people were all surprised. Looking at Song Jing with a livid face and a crazy expression, they looked at each other in confusion and shook their heads not knowing what to do.

"Hehe...hehe..." Song Jing stood up slowly while holding his belly, took two staggering steps, pointed at the sky and yelled: "I will not destroy the Fan family, and I will not be a human being!"

The four people did not know the reason but did not dare to step forward. They could only call out: "Second Young Master! Second Young Master!"

"Bang!" Song Jing fell down and remained motionless.

A man stepped forward to help him up. When he saw the wound on his lower abdomen, he turned his head to look at everyone in surprise. The other three people's eyes also flickered, and they could tell that something was wrong.

Song Jing's wound was in the Dantian area. The Dantian damage was different from other places. Even if he recovered, he would probably not be able to practice. Even if he could practice, his previous skills would be in vain.

It will be extremely difficult to catch up if you start practicing again at such an age. Moreover, the Dantian is not so easy to recover, so don’t even think about it all the way to martial arts.

"Alas..." One person shook his head and sighed: "I don't know who did it. We have neglected our duty!"

The other three shook their heads and sighed, they had fallen into the trap of luring the tiger away from the mountain.

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When Li Muchan returned to his small courtyard, Song Shuhua was walking around in the small pavilion, looking impatient, and looking up at the entrance of the bamboo forest from time to time.

As soon as Li Muchan appeared, she quickly jumped out and rushed to him: "How is it? How is it?"

Li Muchan smiled: "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life!"

"Brother Meng, are you okay?" Song Shuhua asked hurriedly.

Li Muchan nodded: "Although he was a little injured, he still saved his life. Sister Xiaonuo, you have repaid his kindness!"

"Kouheng, I'll go find my second brother to settle the score!" Song Shuhua said bitterly, stamping her feet.

Li Muchan hurriedly waved his hand: "No need.

"I can't swallow this tone, he is so vicious!" Song Shuhua glared at him and snorted.

Li Muchan sighed and said with a wry smile: "I have destroyed the second young master."

"Outside?!" Song Shuhua's eyes and red lips widened.

Li Muchan said: "Second Young Master's martial arts skills are gone and he has become a useless person."

"You--...you!" Song Shuhua pointed at him, her expression changed greatly: "You really ruined your second brother's martial arts?" Li Muchan nodded: "Yes."

Song Shuhua stamped her feet fiercely and said angrily: "You have caused big trouble!"

Li Muchan smiled faintly: "Only you know this news, no one else does."

"How can you hide this from others!?" Song Shuhua said with a gloomy face and stamped her feet: "Our eyes and ears are everywhere, we can't hide anything!"

Li Muchan said: "I killed the one praying, and I disguised myself as someone else, so I can't recognize him."

"Alas..." Song Shuhua shook her head and said irritably: "You underestimate our Song family!"

She clenched her fists tightly and walked back and forth with her red chun in her mouth. She walked back and forth for more than a dozen times with an anxious look on her face. She suddenly stopped, turned her head and said, "Quickly leave! You leave now!"

Li Muchan said: "This is a bad idea. If I leave, wouldn't I feel guilty as a thief?"

"You think you can't find out?!" Song Shuhua said bitterly: "As long as you ask someone, my father will be able to find out that you did it. You still have some hope of leaving now. Get away before your father finds out. Don't stay any longer.

In Beiyazhou, go to the south, go to South Qingzhou!"

Li Muchan shook his head and said: "Sister Xiaonuo, don't worry, I'm sure of it."

"Really sure?" Song Shuhua stared at him, trying to figure out whether he was comforting herself or telling the truth.

Li Muchan smiled, and suddenly there was a "pop-pop" sound coming from his body, and then his figure suddenly became shorter and turned into a short, chubby man. At the same time, his face changed and turned into a round face, like a Maitreya.

Buddha.

"Huh?" Song Shuhua opened her eyes wide.

There was a crisp sound of "Pap, Pap, Pap," and his body changed again, returning to its original appearance. He said with a smile, "A little bit of magic is enough to deceive others."

"What kind of kungfu are you doing?" Song Shuhua asked in surprise.

Li Muchan said: "The secret technique is not worth mentioning. It can change your appearance in a short time."

"Then are you your true face now?" Song Shuhua squinted at him.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "This wish-fulfilling secret technique can only last for half an hour. It cannot last long, otherwise it will damage the body."

Song Shuhua thought for a while and nodded. This forced change of the body's bones will naturally be harmful to the body. It's okay if it takes a short time, but problems will occur if it takes a long time.

It's good to think so, but this Li Wuji is becoming more and more incomprehensible, with secret techniques emerging one after another, like a boy with hundreds of treasures.

Li Muchan said: "With such a secret technique, is it possible that the second young master will still doubt me?"

The martial arts in this world are different from the original world. Victory is based on strength. It is far inferior to the skill and wonder in the original world. Various skills such as disguises do not exist at all. They seem to disdain them. Moreover, the martial arts moves are also very simple. Most of them are based on strength.

Fight with each other.

It's not that the people in this world are not clever enough but it's due to their cultivation. Once the internal force is released, the effect of the moves will ultimately be attributed to the collision of internal forces. No matter how exquisite the moves are, if the internal force is not cultivated enough, they will not be able to break the protective aura. However,

Just scratching the surface.

"Hmm..." Song Shuhua thought for a moment and said, "Maybe you won't doubt it, but why did you want to destroy your second brother?"

Li Muchan snorted: "If I don't destroy him, he will kill me, because I am by your side and he regards me as a thorn in his side. He has already ordered someone named Qian to find someone to kill me.

"Damn it!" Song Shuhua stomped her feet angrily, gritting her teeth and said, "Well done!"

As long as it doesn't hurt his life, it would be best to cripple his martial arts, but at least he won't do evil anymore and he won't dare to bully himself anymore!

Li Muchan said: "I hope he can become honest."

"Without martial arts, he cannot be the head of the family, and the second brother is finished." Song Shuhua curled her lips and said disdainfully: "He has always been ambitious and wanted to be the head of the family, and now he is finally settling down!"

She turned to stare at Li Muchan, and suddenly pursed her lips and smiled: "Li Wuji, you have done a great thing. I want to thank you. What do you want?"

Li Muchan smiled and said, "I only have one request."

"Say it," Song Shuhua said.

Li Muchan said: "Don't see Meng Hanxing again!"

Song Shuhua frowned and glared at him angrily: "You're here again!"

Li Muchan solemnly said: "Meng Hanxing is the Meng family and the enemy of the Song family. Of course you are repaying your kindness, but is the Song family's kindness to you more important to Mr. Meng?"

"Of course it's home." Song Shuhua hummed.

Li Muchan said slowly: "That's it. Now that you know it, you should make a choice. You have already repaid Meng Hanxing's kindness. There is no need to have any intention of repaying the kindness. But your meeting with him will undermine the dignity of the Song family!"

"

But you are too lenient!" Song Shuhua said dissatisfied.

Li Muchan sighed: "You'd better think about it carefully. You can no longer follow your own temperament and think more about the Song family. As a direct disciple of the Song family, this is what you should do."

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The two ended up having a bad fight and broke up. Li Muchan returned to his room, practiced for a while, and understood the meaning of the Sky-Breaking Sword. The power of the flying knife was greatly increased, and he became more confident.

It seems that flying knives are not a problem for masters, but against great masters, I am afraid there is no chance of winning. Unfortunately, flying knives cannot be used for a long time, because they are too energy-consuming, so they can only attack by surprise.

He also thought, if the sword intent of breaking through the sky can be contained in a flying knife or a pebble, can it be contained in a fist or a palm? Using the palm of the hand to transform the sword intent into a sword must be very powerful.

Then he thought about the formation method. Ever since he came back, Mr. Song Wu seemed to have hidden in the darkness and never came out. He never saw him again. He wanted to see him but couldn't, it seemed that he was closed.

Now he doesn't know if he has come out of seclusion or not. He finds that the formation method is very helpful for understanding the meaning of the sword, and he wants to learn it more deeply.

In the early morning of the next day, Li Muchan was practicing in a round field in the bamboo forest. Song Xiuxiu suddenly ran over. She was wearing a dark green robe and looked heroic. It looked like she had just finished practicing.

Li Muchan was practicing the Eight Hands of Capturing the Dragon, his movements were slow, and the surrounding green bamboos were rising and falling with the movements of his hands, as if they were being manipulated by him on a string.

Song Xiuxiu floated over and said in a loud voice: "Li Wuji!"
To be continued...