Li Muchan smiled and said, "That kid is offended!"
"Hey, boy, you are so brave, do you really want to fight with us?" The round-faced old man looked at him in surprise, looking him up and down, as if he was looking at something strange.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Senior Zhou, don't you dare?"
"The little guy is still using tricks!" The round-faced old man waved his hands and said angrily: "Well, since you said this, you are obviously somewhat confident, so let's give it a try!"
Li Muchan smiled and nodded, and looked towards Wang Duli: "Sect Master, I have heard that there are four masters of the Longshan Sect, so no one dares to commit any crime!"
"Well, as long as you understand!" Wang Duli said solemnly: "What do you want to say?"
Li Muchan smiled: "I know that for the sake of safety, the sect master will never let the four masters leave the sect together to hunt down Jiang Cheng!"
"...Not bad!" Wang Duli pondered for a moment, then nodded slowly: "Tell me what you want to say!"
Li Muchan still had a smile on his face: "I want to make a deal with the sect leader!"
The round-faced old man looked at Li Muchan with great interest, and said with a smile: "You little guy is really getting bolder and bolder, making deals with the sect leader!"
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Can the sect leader make this deal?"
"Let's talk and listen first." Wang Duli said calmly, with no emotion or anger on his face, as if he was talking about a normal thing.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "If I kill this Jiang Cheng, Biyun will marry me!"
"You can just get married, why bother with this!" Wang Duli snorted.
Li Muchan shook his head: "I will not join the Longshan Sect!"
Wang Duli frowned and stared at him, taking a deep look as if he wanted to see through Li Muchan's heart, and said in a deep voice: "Master Li, why are you so disgusted with joining us?... Could it be that you have resentment towards our Longshan Sect, or maybe you have resentment towards our Longshan Sect?
Can’t stand it?”
Li Muchan waved his hand and said: "Sect Master, you are overthinking it. It's just that this matter is too ugly. If I join the Longshan Sect and then marry Biyun, it's like I'm a son-in-law who steps in. I'm really shameless in public!"
"Hehe, you still think so!" Wang Duli shook his head and laughed: "Do you know that there are countless people who want to be the son-in-law of our Longshan Sect!"
Li Muchan shook his head: "I don't want to be this kind of person! ...Besides, my master has an order that if you can't join the sect, you can only be an idle cloud and wild crane!"
"Why is there such an order?" Wang Duli frowned.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Perhaps Master sees that I have a rebellious temperament and cannot be tolerated in the sect. It is said that a country can be changed easily but a temperament cannot be changed! If I enter the sect like this, I will definitely be expelled!... It would be worse than this.
Don’t go in!”
"Master, this is serious!" Wang Duli said in a deep voice.
Li Muchan shook his head and said: "My master is a celestial being and I will never say anything wrong. I will never disobey my master's orders. So, sect leader, please be accommodating."
Wang Duli remained silent.
Li Muchan smiled and turned around and said, "Senior Zhou, please enlighten me!"
"Little guy, you are quite brave!" The round-faced old man said with a smile: "You are proud and proud, but you are unwilling to join our sect. What a pity!"
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Senior, do you want to compete?"
"Okay, what do you use?" The round-faced old man hummed: "Sword?"
Li Muchan nodded slowly and slowly unsheathed his sword. It was an ordinary green-edged sword, but when it was unsheathed, invisible power radiated from the sword, making it suffocating.
"Hey, this momentum alone is extraordinary!" The round-faced old man praised, but didn't pay much attention to it. If Li Muchan tried to compete with him with his internal strength, he would have a headache. He doesn't rely on his muscles and bones for strength. Although his cultivation level is similar to Li Muchan's, this is not the case.
How can an old man compare with a young and strong man?
But Li Muchan now wants to compete with swordsmanship. The practice of swordsmanship takes forever. Swordsmanship is easy to achieve, but swordsmanship is difficult to practice. If you want to truly master swordsmanship, it will take decades of hard work.
In their opinion, Li Muchan must have had such an extraordinary level of cultivation at such a young age, and it must have come from some kind of adventure, and it definitely did not come from hard work on his own.
As one has advanced in cultivation, he is naturally less enthusiastic about other things, especially swordsmanship. The most important thing about swordsmanship is experience and fire. At Li Muchan's age, even if he fights a match every day, his experience is limited. How can he survive?
Three hundred year old guy compared?!
Li Muchan smiled: "Senior, please give me some advice!"
"Okay, come on!" The round-faced old man waved and said with a smile: "If you have any vicious moves, just come and see if you can do anything to me!"
He stood with his hands behind his hands, his face sank like this, and his aura suddenly became different, as if he was a different person, solemn and solemn.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "You're welcome, junior, look at the sword!"
There was a flash of sword light and Li Muchan's words suddenly fell. The tip of Li Muchan's sword was already in front of his throat. It was so fast that he couldn't even react.
"Ding..." There was a crisp sound, and the round-faced old man flicked his finger, blocking the tip of Li Muchan's sword at the last moment.
The sword trembled slightly, and Li Muchan followed up with another stab.
"Ding..." The round-faced old man repeated his old trick and flicked the sword tip away again.
If it were another person, his profound cultivation would be enough to make the sword fly away with just a flick of his fingers. However, Li Muchan's cultivation was similar to him. Although he felt that the power coming from the sword was not bad, he could not help it.
he.
He shook the sword lightly to remove its power, and then turned this power into power to thrust out the sword again, faster.
"Ding..." There was another crisp sound, and the round-faced old man flicked the tip of the sword again.
With his extraordinary sense, he could always accurately hit the tip of the sword in unavoidable situations. Li Muchan secretly admired that he was indeed a mature man. This was because he relied on his sense to hit the tip of the sword and relied on his own eyesight.
, there is absolutely no time to see it accurately.
Li Muchan knew that this strange feeling was different from his intuition. It was the result of countless battles. With this extraordinary sense, the old man with the sixth round face could always find the position of the sword tip and flick it away with one finger.
By the way, he changed his moves to prevent Li Muchan from finding the tip of his sword.
It's a pity that Li Muchan's sword is too fast. Every time it is bounced, the elastic force is turned into power, and the sword speed becomes faster and faster, just like a stone rolling down a mountain.
"Ding ding ding ding..." It was as if a piece of music was playing very beautifully, but the other two people in the room had no interest in enjoying it. Instead, they stared closely at Li Muchan and the round-faced old man, for fear of missing any scene.
"I didn't expect..." The thin old man shook his head, staring at Li Muchan and the round-faced old man, and kept talking: "Sect Master, these people should be careful!"
"What are you careful about?" Wang Duli also stared at the field and asked softly.
"Don't make things worse!" The thin old man said solemnly: "I can also see that this person is arrogant and will never be willing to be inferior to others!"
"It's no wonder he is arrogant, his cultivation is truly amazing!" Wang Duli said in a deep voice.
"Yeah." The skinny old man nodded slowly and said, "You can't be harsh when dealing with people like this. You need to smooth them down, otherwise they will fall out if they don't do something right!"
Wang Duli said: "If you want to marry Biyun, we won't join our sect. Doesn't that mean we are driving Biyun out of the sect? I don't dare to do such a thing!"
"You... you are just a loser!" The thin old man sneered mercilessly: "I'm afraid that my wife will embarrass us men like that!"
Wang Duli touched his nose in embarrassment: "Master Yang, I'm not afraid of my wife, it's just that she is weak, how can I bully her? I can't do it!"
"You're just useless!" the thin old man snorted coldly.
Wang Duli smiled bitterly and said: "Master Yang, do you think Master Zhou will be defeated?"
The thin old man frowned and said: "The third child is struggling to find a chance to counterattack, but it's a pity that this little guy's swordsmanship is so powerful that the third child can't find a chance!"
Wang Duli said in surprise: "Master Li's sword skills are one after another, and each move is as close as a move. Master Zhou was so suppressed that he couldn't lift his head. I didn't expect that he could have such exquisite sword skills with such a level of cultivation!...
…Last time I heard that he defeated all the young disciples of the sect with one sword, and he was truly unparalleled in the limelight. It’s a pity that I didn’t see him in seclusion at that time, so I missed the best opportunity!”
"Don't worry, you can't convince me to join Longshan Sect!" The thin old man waved his hand: "He is a determined person and will never change his mind easily!"
"Then what should we do?" Wang Duli frowned.
The skinny old man sighed: "You also understand that if you marry Biyun, you will be half a disciple of the sect. No matter how powerful he is, he can't get over Biyun's palm, just like you and your wife!"
Wang Duli laughed sheepishly and said hurriedly: "Look, the winner is determined!"
Li Muchan's sword became faster and faster, but the sword light became more and more convergent. The shadow of the sword could no longer be seen, and he could only vaguely see the flickering of a star.
Li Muchan smiled and put the tip of his sword in front of the round-faced old man's throat: "Master Zhou, I accept it!"
The round-faced old man said "Bah" and hummed: "It sounds like I let you do it on purpose. I really want to get rid of you!"
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Master Zhou, do you want to fight again?"
The round-faced old man thought for a while, turned around and said, "Fourth, come and try it!"
"I can't beat him!" the thin old man frowned.
The round-faced old man smiled and said, "How do you know if you haven't tried it?"
"His swordsmanship is so good that I am no match for him!" the skinny old man snorted.
The round-faced old man kept waving: "Come and give it a try. I think you're about the same. There's no need to rush in and admit defeat. It's too uncharacteristic of a senior, isn't it?"
The skinny old man couldn't stand up to his words, so he nodded angrily and agreed. He came to Li Muchan and said in a deep voice: "My little brother, you have such a powerful swordsmanship, who did you learn it from?"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "My family is from the countryside, my reputation is not obvious, even my seniors don't know about it."
"Tell me and listen." The thin old man said calmly.
Li Muchan said: "Hold the crippled mountain man."
The thin old man thought for a while, then looked at the round-faced old man. They both thought for a while and finally shook their heads, as if they had never heard of this person.
But how can such a powerful swordsman remain unknown?
Li Muchan smiled and said: "My master once said that his martial arts skills have never been revealed to the world, so outsiders don't know about him."
"Awesome!" The skinny old man exclaimed: "You are really a strange person who can endure loneliness. I admire you!"
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Senior Yang, do you want to try your hand?"
"Okay." The skinny old man nodded solemnly, then suddenly clapped his palm, and it was in front of him instantly.
Li Muchan's sword flashed, and the tip of the sword was already in front of his palm. If he moved his palm forward, it would automatically hit the tip of the sword. He had no choice but to turn his palm into a finger and flick it lightly.
"Ding..." The thin old man hit the tip of his sword.
Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "Senior Zhou, what kind of magic is this?"
The round-faced old man chuckled: "How about the power of the streamer finger?"
Li Muchan praised: "What a flowing finger!"
"Ding, ding, ding, ding..." the clear and crisp sound could be heard as the flowing light finger hit the tip of Li Muchan's sword. The finger could always hit the tip of the sword with incomparable accuracy. This flowing light finger was indeed a unique skill.
While admiring, Li Muchan had already figured out the tricks of the square-faced old man, but in order not to embarrass him too much, he used a few more tricks.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of moves passed, and Li Muchan's sword power suddenly changed, from complicated and gorgeous to simple, plain and inconspicuous.
The skinny old man's face tensed up, as if facing a formidable enemy, Li Muchan pointed at his throat after just a few moves, and he had no choice but to stop.
Li Muchan returned the sword to its sheath and clasped his fists: "I accept it!"
"Sure enough, your swordsmanship is really good!" The thin old man nodded slowly and praised: "In my opinion, your swordsmanship is no worse than Jiang Cheng's!"
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows. His swordsmanship was no worse than Jiang Cheng's but not better than Jiang Cheng's. It seemed that this man's swordsmanship should not be underestimated!
Li Muchan thought of this, looked at the two of them with a smile and then looked at Wang Duli: "Sect Master, two seniors, how about I go meet Jiang Cheng from Linhai Pavilion for a while?"
"Good boy, you still have to fight with the two of us!" the round-faced old man snorted unconvinced.
Li Muchan smiled: "Okay, let's have a fight!"
"Okay!" The thin old man waved his hands and said solemnly: "Stop fooling around, if we add him, we can almost make it happen!"
"Okay then!" The round-faced old man glared at Li Muchan unconvinced: "If you can beat the two of us, I will be convinced!"
Li Muchan smiled: "You dare not be so presumptuous! ... Sect Master Wang, if I can kill Jiang Cheng, how about marrying Biyun to me?"
"...Okay!" Wang Duli pondered for a moment and nodded slowly: "If you can really kill Jiang Cheng, I will make an exception!"
"Thank you so much, Master!" Li Muchan was overjoyed.
He didn't have much hope, but it seemed that Master Yang's words worked.
The round-faced old man said: "Let's go quickly and deal with the man named Jiang. Every time I think of him, I feel so angry that I have to vent my anger!"
"It's not as good as a human being, what's the evil in it!" The thin old man snorted.
The round-faced old man said angrily: "Fourth, are you not angry at all when he talks nonsense?"
"Just think of it as a dog barking!" the skinny old man hummed, speaking lightly.
The round-faced old man snorted with a cold expression: "I'm not so relieved. This revenge must be avenged!... Little guy, if you really kill Jiang, I will teach you a secret skill!"
"Master Zhou!" Wang Duli said hurriedly.
The round-faced old man rolled his eyes at him and snorted: "Why, you want to meddle in my business?"
Wang Duli said helplessly: "Master Zhou, he is not a disciple of our sect. He cannot learn our sect's martial arts at will. It will be harmful to him!"
"I'm going to teach him my own martial arts, not the sect's martial arts!" The round-faced old man said angrily: "I'm going to pass on this flowing finger to him!"
Li Muchan immediately opened his eyes slightly. The flowing finger was indeed an exquisite fingering technique. If it weren't for the flowing finger, the martial arts of the two old men would not be able to stop his sword skills.
The biggest function of this flowing light finger is to save lives. It is often used subconsciously and faster than oneself think. Just look at the reactions of the round-faced old man and the square-faced old man. If it were not for the flowing light finger, they would never be able to block their own fast sword.
Wang Duli sighed helplessly: "Master Zhou, although this flowing finger is a fingering technique you have always acquired, it is too powerful and will leak out..."
"The boy is not an outsider, he is the husband of Girl Biyun!" The round-faced old man said angrily: "Besides, this martial arts belongs to me, who does it matter who I pass it on to?"
"Oh..., that's all, just follow Master Zhou!" Wang Duli nodded helplessly.
The round-faced old man smiled happily: "That's right, why are you so stingy? Anyway, as long as he avenges me, I will never treat him poorly!"
He turned to Li Muchan: "Boy, do you want to get this shining finger?"
Li Muchan smiled and nodded: "I'm really curious about such an exquisite technique, and of course I want to know it. "Well, as soon as Jiang Cheng dies, I will pass it on to you!" The round-faced old man snorted.
The skinny old man hummed: "Since you want to pass it on, just do it now. You don't have to wait for Jiang Cheng to die. Maybe you can save his life at the critical moment!"
The round-faced old man was startled for a moment, and after thinking about it, he found that he couldn't resist the thin old man. He nodded helplessly: "Okay, I'll pass it on to him now!"
Li Muchan hurriedly declined, and the round-faced old man said angrily: "You bastard, don't be obedient when you get an advantage. You should learn how to do it quickly, so as not to get hurt when you fight with the man named Jiang!"
Li Muchan smiled and saw that his posture was indeed not a test, so he nodded cheerfully: "Then I will accept it shamelessly!"
"So much nonsense!" The round-faced old man had a bad temper.
Li Muchan secretly laughed. It seemed that he was so angry with Jiang Cheng that he was willing to pay a high price to kill him.
"Listen carefully, I'll only explain it twice. Don't blame me if you can't learn it!" the round-faced old man said solemnly.
Li Muchan nodded, and the round-faced old man began to explain it in great detail, fearing that Li Muchan would not be able to learn it, which was completely different from what he said if he could not learn it and would not blame him.
Li Muchan had a photographic memory, so he would naturally remember it once, but he didn't want others to know, so he pretended to remember it twice.
So the round-faced old man said it a third time, and then a fourth time. Li Muchan really didn't want to listen to his nagging, so he hurriedly remembered it and unfolded it.
The round-faced old man nodded in admiration: "Good boy, no wonder you are so good at such a young age, with such good memory and understanding. It's really annoying!"
"Okay, Third Brother, you're already old, why are you still talking about this?" The thin old man said angrily: "Let's go quickly!"
"Okay, let's go!" The round-faced old man nodded excitedly, then tilted his head and looked at Li Muchan: "Boy, don't have diarrhea at the critical moment!"
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Zhou!"
He cupped his fists and smiled at Wang Duli: "Sect Master, I'll go first!"
"Okay, thank you!" Wang Duli nodded with a smile.
The three of them floated out of the hall and flew directly from the cliff behind without letting anyone see. Wang Duli went out to see Liu Biyun and lied to her, saying that Li Muchan left first and did not say that he was going to kill Jiang Cheng.
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Liu Biyun asked worriedly whether the two had fallen out. Wang Duli smiled and waved his hand to reassure her that Li Guanhai was a good young man and worthy of his trust. (To be continued)
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