He glared at Li Muchan fiercely, with a sense of indignation that he had been deceived. How could this be called a mastery of marksmanship? It was purely a lie!
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Mo Shaoxia, do you want to compete again?"
Mo Zichen sneered: "I'm not as good as others, so I'm just humiliating myself!"
Li Muchan clasped his fists and smiled, returned to Dong Wanyi's side, handed back the spear, and said with a smile: "You didn't embarrass the girl, did you?"
Dong Wanyi's smile was as bright as a flower. She didn't expect that Li Muchan's marksmanship was so good. He defeated Mo Zichen who even the elder Geng He couldn't beat with just a few moves.
She turned around and smiled: "Does Shaoxia Mo have any other advice?"
"Goodbye!" Mo Zichen was too embarrassed to stay here any longer, so he turned around and left.
After they left, Li Muchan shook his head and sighed: "This Mo Shaoxia's cultivation is really not shallow."
"Hasn't he been defeated by the young master?" Dong Wanyi smiled sweetly: "The young master's cultivation is even better than his."
Li Muchan shook his head: "I'm not much better than him, I just rely on my marksmanship."
"Master Li's marksmanship is really exquisite. In my opinion, it is inferior to the Dong family's gun." Mr. He stroked his beard and said with a smile, "This is an eye-opener for me!"
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "He Laomiao praised me, I am doing this with a wild sword... Girl, if I have a chance, I would also like to see the Dong family's marksmanship."
"Okay." Dong Wanyi nodded and said, "I'll tell my eldest brother, you and I will learn some tricks."
"It couldn't be better." Li Muchan smiled.
Mr. He chuckled and said: "Mr. Li, the eldest son's marksmanship is as good as that of the old master, and he has the potential to outdo his master. You have to be careful!"
Li Muchan smiled and said, "That would take some experience."
Mr. Geng kept stroking his beard and kept silent. He recalled in his mind the marksmanship performed by Li Muchan. It seemed very simple, but it was also extremely sophisticated.
Every time he thought about it, he felt more and more that Li Muchan's marksmanship was exquisite and clumsy. It looked simple and understandable, but the subtlety was completely contained. He was afraid that only his opponents could understand its profoundness.
Mo Zichen categorically admitted defeat. He was not really desperate. With his character, he would not leave so simply. Mr. Li was hiding his secrets, and his marksmanship was not a fool's errand.
"Sir, wait a minute. I'm going to find my eldest brother right now." Dong Wanyi suddenly stood up and left without waiting for Li Muchan's refusal.
Li Muchan did not refuse, shook his head and said with a smile: "I haven't met the eldest son yet."
"The eldest son is very busy with affairs, and most people don't see him." Old Geng said: "Now the old master doesn't pay much attention to secular affairs, and the eldest son is in charge."
Li Muchan said: "Then I really need to meet the eldest son."
"I won't let you down." Mr. Geng said proudly.
Li Muchan smiled, it seemed that this eldest son was not an ordinary person. He could be so proud of Elder Geng. How could he be an ordinary person?
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After about a cup of tea, footsteps sounded, and Li Muchan looked up. He saw Wanyi Dong walking over, followed by a slender middle-aged man.
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows. This middle-aged man was wearing a sapphire blue gown. He was clean and tidy, with a long face and a gloomy look. His appearance was not surprising, and his eyes were so sharp that they penetrated people's hearts.
Li Muchan didn't expect that the eldest son was so old. He thought he was similar to Dong Wanyi, but now he looked like Dong Wanyi's father. There was a lot of difference between the two.
"Young Master." Mr. Geng and Mr. He both stood up and clasped their fists.
Li Muchan knew that the eldest young master's name was Dong Yufei, so he also stood up and clasped his fists.
Dong Yufei waved his hand and shot a sharp gaze at Li Muchan: "Are you Mr. Li?...You are a talented person. Thank you for saving my little sister."
Li Muchan smiled: "It takes a little effort."
"Did you send Young Master Mo away?" Dong Yufei came closer and said calmly, "This Young Master Mo is very difficult to deal with. Thank you for sending him away for us."
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Young master, you're welcome."
Dong Yufei turned around and said, "Little sister, do you think Mr. Li's marksmanship is outstanding and not inferior to our Dong family's guns?"
Dong Wanyi glanced at Li Muchan, pursed her lips and smiled: "Mo Shaoxia didn't catch the young master's ten moves, brother, can you do it?"
Dong Yufei frowned and thought about it, then shook his head: "Although Young Master Mo is young, he is extremely talented. It is said that he is a rare talent that the Mo family can only see in a hundred years. His cultivation is so profound that I can't control him with ten moves."
Dong Wanyi smiled and said: "That's it. Mr. Li wants to see our marksmanship, so don't hide your clumsiness."
Dong Yufei frowned and said: "What about the Dong family's marksmanship... Okay, Mr. Li, let's show off!"
Li Muchan clasped his fists and smiled: "It's an honor."
Dong Wanyi waved her jade hand, and Chunhua handed the spear to Li Muchan. After Li Muchan took it, he took two steps to the field. Dong Yufei also walked over slowly and said in a deep voice: "Here comes the gun!"
Suddenly, two young men floated silently in the distance. One young man was holding a spear, and the other was holding a long sword, fluttering under his feet.
Dong Yufei stretched out his hand to take the spear, shook it slightly, and made a slight "buzz" sound. The tip of the spear seemed to come alive, trembling non-stop, like a dancing snake.
Li Muchan looked at it with a smile, took two steps back, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Young Master, you're welcome, please!"
"Take the gun!" Dong Yufei shouted in a deep voice, and suddenly the sky was full of gun heads that enveloped Li Muchan, as fast as thunder and lightning, like a group of snakes rushing towards him.
Li Muchan shook the gun body, and suddenly a light shone in front of him, "ding ding ding ding..." The two gun heads collided, and the shadows in the sky continued to disappear and reappear, disappearing and disappearing throughout his life.
Li Muchan fought and retreated, and a surging force came from the gun, trying to engulf him. Li Muchan used his steps to relieve the force.
Li Muchan seemed to be at a disadvantage. Dong Wanyi frowned for a while, then turned around and asked: "Mr. He, does eldest brother have the upper hand?"
"Yes." Mr. He flexed his beard and gently chinned his head: "The eldest young master's shooting skills are sharp and even better."
"Then Young Master Li will be defeated?" Dong Wanyi asked.
Mr. He pondered and shook his head: "I don't think we can be defeated even for a while."
While the two were talking, the situation in the field changed again. Dong Yufei's marksmanship suddenly slowed down. Each shot was slowly drawn out, but the gun tip changed, making it difficult to figure out the direction.
Li Muchan's spear technique was different. He always struck after the strike. He didn't move at first, and then stabbed like lightning and flint. It was fleeting and had broken the power of Dong Yufei's spear.
He was like a tortoise, always motionless. Occasionally, he would move as fast as lightning. Before he could see it clearly, he would regain his composure, as if he had never moved before.
"He Lao, who has the upper hand now?" Dong Wanyi asked in a low voice.
He Lao stared at the field, frowning, and shook his head.
Dong Wanyi smiled and turned to look at the field.
After a while, Dong Yufei took a step back, shook his head and said: "Forget it, if we keep fighting there will be no results, let's leave it at that!"
Li Muchan put away his gun, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "The eldest master's marksmanship is very sharp, and the Dong family's marksmanship is indeed outstanding."
Dong Yufei took a deep look at Li Muchan and smiled faintly: "The Dong family's marksmanship is excellent, but it's a pity that I am unworthy and don't have enough firepower. On the contrary, Mr. Li's marksmanship is exquisite. I don't know what sect it is?"
Li Muchan shook his head and repeated his previous remarks.
Dong Yufei sighed slowly: "That's it. I don't know which hermit he is, but it's a pity that I can't meet him... Little sister, please entertain Mr. Li well."
"Yes, brother." Dong Wanyi pursed her lips and smiled: "Don't worry, how could I neglect my benefactor."
Dong Yufei said: "That's good. My father will be released from seclusion in two days, so don't go out."
"...Yes." Dong Wanyi nodded helplessly.
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