They continued to practice. Li Muchan sat in the small pavilion, picked up a book and slowly read through it. Xiuxiu came over and served tea and fruit in a polite and attentive manner.
Li Muchan glanced at her and said nothing.
Xiuxiu pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Sir, won't you leave this time?"
Li Muchan said: "What do you want to say?"
Xiuxiu hurriedly smiled and said: "Hehe, if the young master leaves, take me with you!"
Li Muchan said: "Feeling lonely?"
"Yes." Xiu Xiu nodded hurriedly and said, "If everyone leaves at once, I would be very uncomfortable guarding this yard by myself."
Li Muchan guessed that Xiu Xiu had tasted the benefits of being crowded and lively.
In the past few days, the five girls stayed in the small courtyard, and Xiu Xiu got along very well with them. They were like a fish in water and enjoyed playing together.
Li Muchan pondered for a while, and Xiu Xiu hurriedly gave him a back rub, very attentively.
"Okay, I'll take you with me if I leave." Li Muchan nodded slowly: "Go to the Yin Sect!"
"Thank you so much, sir!" Xiuxiu suddenly smiled happily, stopped beating her back, jumped out, and went to talk to the five girls.
Li Muchan shook his head, smiled, lowered his head and continued reading.
He has been in this world for too short a time and does not understand it deeply enough. He reads books every chance he gets and learns about the world through books.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound in the sky, and then a white flower appeared. It was so brilliant that even if the sky was clear, it was still clearly visible, like a dark cloud hanging in the sky.
Li Muchan frowned and shook his head helplessly. Yi Xiaoru looked up, her face changed, and she floated to the pavilion: "Brother!"
Li Muchan waved his hand: "Hmm. Okay, I'll go over and take a look."
Yi Xiaoru said: "Brother, Uncle Wen and the others usually don't ask for help. It seems really dangerous!"
Li Muchan smiled: "I have to save him, I will go!"
He disappeared into the small pavilion in a flash, as if he melted into the void. Seeing such light skills, the other five girls sighed in admiration, Xiuxiu felt very proud.
Li Muchan suddenly appeared in a mansion. The Eye of the Void had already seen this magnificent mansion. At first glance, it looked like it was home to a wealthy family.
It was also an excellent cover for Wenhua and the others to live here.
At this time, there was a clanking sound of swords and swords in the yard. Zhao Yuanming was powerful and majestic, but Wenhua and the other ten still had the upper hand when fighting alone.
Li Muchan suddenly appeared, and Wen Huaru saw his savior and hurriedly said: "Come on, Xiao He, this guy is really possessed and cannot be defeated!"
Li Muchan pulled out the Snow Reflecting Sword and stabbed it with a fluttering movement. Zhao Yuanming turned around sharply and rushed to Li Muchan in an instant. The sword flashed and stabbed him. He wanted to finish him off first.
Li Muchan swung away and shrank into Wenhua and the others. Wenhua and others hurriedly waved their swords to resist, and Li Muchan immediately merged with them.
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"Ding, ding, ding, ding..." A crisp sound came into my ears. They were all swords. The sound they made was far more pleasant than the ordinary sound of gold and iron.
Li Muchan waved his sword while looking around. There were three people lying on the ground who did not know whether they were alive or dead. They were all old men in gray robes and the top masters of the Ten Thousand Saints Sect.
"Senior Wen, what's going on?" Li Muchan asked.
Wen Hua shook his head and sighed, and said helplessly: "I didn't expect this guy named Zhao to be so crazy. We all live together, and he still dares to come here!"
Li Muchan said: "His physical skills are very good and he is not afraid of crowds!"
"Yes, otherwise, we wouldn't have asked for help!" Wen Hua snorted bitterly.
Li Muchan said: "Do we still have anyone?"
Li Muchan saw that the people here were almost all the masters of the Ten Thousand Saints Sect. There were no top masters here, and their role was limited.
Wen Hua sighed: "The sect leader also sent some people over, hiding in the dark. This time we can only ask them to take action!"
Li Muchan frowned, Tang Tianyu actually sent people in the dark!
What he wants to do seems a bit sneaky, and the purpose is still there. If he doesn't do it himself, he may be abiding by an oath or other constraints, but if he sends a master in the dark, things will be different.
Does he also want to get the treasure of the Divine Sword Sect? Or is it this magic weapon?
This magic weapon has no inheritance and no instructions for controlling it. It is useless even if you get it. It is just a decoration. Zhao Yuanming will never pass on the instructions for controlling it.
Is there anyone else in the Divine Sword Sect who knows the formula for controlling the weapon? Is Tang Tianyu sure of getting the formula?
In an instant, thousands of thoughts were circulating in Li Muchan's mind. He kept moving, and the sword he thrust out often hit Zhao Yuanming and saved him, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
Zhao Yuanming still had that weird smile on his face, and his eyes were cold and ruthless, as if he had no human emotions, staring straight at Li Muchan.
Anyone would feel uncomfortable being stared at by his fierce gaze, but Li Muchan looked calm and smiled at him.
Zhao Yuanming sneered twice, "Hey, hey," and his sword moves accelerated sharply, "ding, ding, ding, ding..." Another series of crisp sounds, mixed with two muffled grunts, and two more people were struck by the sword.
Zhao Yuanming's sword was too fast and a little weird, making it difficult for people to guard against it. Among the ten masters, there were those who were not proficient in swordsmanship and were struck by the sword.
Li Muchan turned to look at the two people, both of whom had blood gushing from their shoulders. He breathed a sigh of relief, it was nothing serious, but if this continued, Zhao Yuanming might really succeed.
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"Old Wen, here we come!" Suddenly there was a loud shout from the distance, and more than twenty masters came floating in, like flying catkins and extremely fast, they were close in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Yuanming sneered "hehe", turned around and walked out of the mansion, and then disappeared.
Seeing Zhao Mingyue disappearing, Wenhua and the others had no intention of pursuing him. However, more than twenty experts were unwilling to give up and wanted to pursue him, but Wenhua stopped him.
The old man at the head was an old man with white beard and eyebrows. His gray robe seemed a bit too loose on his body. He was thin and short, but his voice was like a bell.
"Old Wen, why did you let him run away!" He snorted reluctantly.
Wen Hua shook his head and said: "Old Yang, Zhao is possessed by a demon. It would be good if we could stop him. But if we want to keep him, we can't."
"Is the person named Zhao really possessed by a demon?" Lao Yang frowned.
"Well, you can't be wrong, otherwise how could he be so powerful?" Wen Hua snorted and turned to look at the three old men lying on the ground, as well as two injured old men.
"If Xiao He hadn't come here in time this time, we would have been in trouble!" Wen Hua shook his head.
Lao Yang turned his head and looked at Li Muchan, and said with a smile: "Xiao He, you have made a meritorious service!"
Li Muchan clasped his fists and smiled: "Senior Yang has given me the award. This place is close to my courtyard, so I am one step ahead. Zhao Yuanming is not something ordinary people can handle now. I am afraid that Sect Leader Tang will have to do it himself!"
He recognized this old Yang. He was Yang Qianfan, the elder of the Sword Sect. He had excellent swordsmanship, but he had never seen it in person. He rarely came out, so he only knew him.
"Sect Master Tang?" Yang Qianfan snorted and shook his head: "Sect Master Tang will not come over."
Li Muchan frowned: "Zhao Yuanming is so difficult to control. There is no other way except magic weapons. If Sect Master Tang doesn't come, he will kill more people!"
"All the sect disciples in the city have withdrawn," Yang Qianfan said.
Li Muchan shook his head and said: "Zhao Yuanming can find it! ... He is a local snake. Moreover, he is extremely smart now, far better than ordinary people!"
"Well, that's right." Wen Hua nodded and said, "Xiao He is right!...Old Yang, I think we should ask the sect leader to take action. Only magic weapons can restrain magic weapons!"
"Okay then." Yang Qianfan hummed: "I see Xuan!...The relationship between Tang Sect Leader and Zhao Yuanming is not ordinary!"
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows but didn't ask any more questions. This involved private matters, so it was better not to know.
Wenhua said: "Xiao He, Lao Yang, let's come in and chat!"
Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "I'll take my leave now, I have something to do over there."
"That's fine. Xiaoru is over there, right?" Wen Hua said.
Li Muchan nodded: "Yes, it's fine over there. Zhao Yuanming won't find it."
"Your yard is indeed strange." Wenhua said with a smile: "We can't find it either,...well, go ahead!"
Li Muchan clasped his fists, smiled, and walked away.
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"This son-in-law of Yin Zong is incredible!" Yang Qianfan looked at Li Muchan's back and shook his head with a smile, "Junior Sister Gao is still so awesome!"
"It's just good luck!" Wen Hua snorted: "Not everyone can meet such a character!"
Yang Qianfan asked: "What happened to his yard?"
Wen Hua shook his head. He frowned and said, "It's really evil. I know it's there but I can't find it!"
Yang Qianfan asked: "Is it the secret method obtained from Fuyun Mountain?"
Wen Hua shook his head: "He got it when he entered Fuyun Mountain. I don't know what the secret method is. There are many secrets in Xiao He, and they are unpredictable!"
"With such a level of cultivation at such an age, how can there be no secrets?" Yang Qianfan curled his lips: "It's better to invite Sect Leader Tang to come quickly!"
"Alas..." Wen Hua smiled bitterly and shook his head, sighing: "The sect master will not come over!"
"Then what should we do!" Yang Qianfan snorted: "How did it end up like this!"
Wen Hua sighed: "I just blame us for underestimating the Divine Sword Sect!"
"At this stage, we can't kill Zhao Yuanming!" Yang Qianfan snorted.
Wenhua said: "Let me ask the sect leader."
Li Muchan floated back to the small courtyard, and Yi Xiaoru hurriedly came forward to greet him. Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "No one was killed, Zhao Yuanming is gone."
"What can we do!" Yi Xiaoru frowned.
Li Muchan said: "It turns out that there is another group of people. Senior Yang Qianfan of the Sword Sect leads twenty-five top masters. With them, Zhao Yuanming may be wary."
"Is there another group of people?" Yi Xiaoru pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "I really don't know."
Li Muchan sighed: "Sect Master Tang's behavior is really..."
Yi Xiaoru said: "Uncle Tang has always been like this, good at making surprise attacks. Maybe he expected that he would have a way to deal with Zhao Yuanming!"
Li Muchan nodded, entered the pavilion and picked up the book.
Yi Xiaoru sat opposite him: "Brother, shall we stay here?"
Li Muchan smiled: "Then go back?"
"We didn't complete the task." Yi Xiaoru shook his head.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Then stay here and see what Senior Wen and Senior Yang can do. They won't just sit back and die!"
"That's all." Yi Xiaoru nodded.
The two didn't wait long. In the evening, Li Muchan heard the cry of killing. He kept opening his eyes of the void and scanned the entire Jingzhou City, and saw the actions of Wen Hua and Yang Qianfan.
They struck preemptively, and more than 30 of them attacked Yiran House without breaking up, and then attacked every brothel they visited, all of which belonged to the Shenjian Sect.
The city was in chaos. The destructive capabilities of the thirty top masters were astonishing. Wherever they passed, the brothel was still there, and all the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect inside were dead.
They went from the east to the west of the city, and then from the south to the north, destroying all the brothels belonging to the Divine Sword Sect one by one, but Zhao Yuanming was nowhere to be seen.
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Li Muchan shook his head. It was useless to stimulate Zhao Yuanming in this way. Zhao Yuanming was now possessed and became vicious and cunning. He could not be moved emotionally.
He hid in the dark like a poisonous snake, ready to jump out and strike at any time. They just gave Zhao Yuanming an opportunity to take advantage of him.
But Wenhua and the others should have deep intentions, but I can't see it now. They are all scheming and will never be as impulsive as young people.
The day passed quickly. From morning to evening, Wenhua and the others did not stop. At night, they returned to the big house, and more than thirty people gathered together.
Li Muchan kept looking over there. He had a vague feeling that Zhao Yuanming would appear. Zhao Yuanming's physical skills were so good that he could retreat calmly even without stopping.
Time passed slowly. Li Muchan lived with Yi Xiaoru, hugging her soft body, but did not fall asleep. He stayed awake and watched the situation over there.
Late at night, Li Muchan suddenly opened his eyes, and saw Zhao Yuanming with his eyes in the void. He appeared like a ghost, slipped into the big house silently, and then rushed into a room.
The lights were bright, and people poured out, holding torches to illuminate the entire house. Zhao Yuanming was surrounded by everyone, but he waved his sword without fear.
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and carefully looked at the thirty top masters. They were wearing gray robes, with gloomy faces, and stared at Zhao Yuanming expressionlessly.
During the day, they used their divine power to destroy all the brothels of the Divine Sword Sect, cutting off the Divine Sword Sect's business, which was tantamount to stabbing the Divine Sword Sect's eyes out.
They had already expected Zhao Yuanming's appearance and had been on guard for a long time. If there was any movement, they would immediately surround Zhao Yuanming and kill him no matter what this time.
More than thirty people formed a three-story group. Zhao Yuanming swung his sword like lightning. Not only did he not miss a beat, but he occasionally stabbed someone to death. The old man in gray robe kept adding to his ranks.
Unknowingly, Zhao Yuanming fought with them for a quarter of an hour. The thirty or so old men worked hard without caring about their own lives, as passionate as young people.
Zhao Yuanming had a strange sneer on his face, his cold eyes, and his swordsmanship was superb. Li Muchan took the opportunity to remember his swordsmanship and gained a lot of insights.
At his level, there were very few swordsmanships that caught his eye. He felt bored when he saw ordinary people's swordsmanship, which could be broken with one sword. He could hardly see Zhao Yuanming's exquisite swordsmanship, and he benefited a lot.
Li Muchan kept staring at his swordsmanship. After a while, his heart skipped a beat when he saw a black shadow suddenly appear among the crowd, rushing towards Zhao Yuanming like a ghost.
Zhao Yuanming swung his sword to block, but he didn't expect that the opponent's long sword accelerated sharply, extremely fast, and hit Zhao Yuanming's right shoulder, and the Nixin Sword fell immediately.
A piece of sword light suddenly lit up. Zhao Yuanming stepped back and the Nixin Sword flew up and landed on Zhao Yuanming's left hand. He swung the sword with his left hand to block the sword light.
The two swords intersected, and the sword light illuminated their faces. Li Muchan was slightly startled. The other face turned out to be Tang Tianyu, and he actually appeared!
Zhao Yuanming had a strange smile on his face, and suddenly his sword light suddenly brightened. Tang Tianyu seemed to have better swordsmanship and stabbed him in the left shoulder again.
Zhao Yuanming handed the sword to his right hand. The injury on his right shoulder did not seem to affect his ability to draw the sword. With a flash of cold light, the sword pierced Tang Tianyu's right shoulder.
Tang Tianyu's expression remained unchanged, he drew his sword and stabbed again, but Zhao Yuanming quickly retreated, passed through the crowd in an instant, and escaped into the darkness.
Tang Tianyu's expression changed drastically, and he chased after him regardless of his shoulder injury. (.com Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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