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Zheng Haishi said coldly: "Master Li is here for us, right?"
Li Muchan frowned: "No matter how unwise I am, I will never challenge your Qinghe Sword Sect. I'm not that stupid to touch an egg against a stone!"
Zheng Haishi shook his head: "That's not necessarily the case. There are countless people in this world who want to destroy our Qinghe Sword Sect, and you are not the least of them!"
Li Muchan sneered: "Why would you want to accuse me? Your Qinghe Sword Sect wants to get rid of me?"
Zheng Haishi said in a deep voice: "We have always been cautious. We have figured out Baishan. No one lives there at all. Let me ask again...who are you?"
Li Muchan said: "I don't want to change my name. I don't want to change my surname. Baishan Li Canghai!...Okay, I want to see what your Qinghe Sword Sect can do!"
"Very good!" Zheng Haishi touched his palms and smiled slightly: "Tenth Junior Brother, come in!"
"Yes!" A young swordsman stepped into the hall in a few steps. His figure was tall and straight, his figure was like an unsheathed sword, and he was astonishingly sharp.
He cupped his fists and saluted, then turned to glare at Li Muchan, his eyes like lightning.
Li Muchan frowned and looked at him. This young swordsman had handsome features, which was completely opposite to the sharp aura on his body. He had good cultivation and was worthy of being a disciple of a famous sect, a step ahead of his brothers and sisters.
"Tenth Junior Brother, let's learn from Mr. Li's clever moves!" Zheng Haishi said.
"Yes!" The tenth junior brother responded in a deep voice, and slowly pulled out the long sword. The sword's light was like snow, and the cold air hit his face. Li Muchan took a look at his long sword and saw that it was a precious sword.
"Master Li, please——!" the young swordsman said solemnly.
Zheng Haishi said: "Master Li. This is my tenth junior brother Shang Zhihe. I heard about Master Li's name and have always wanted to ask for advice. Master Li, please help him!"
Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "Please!"
It sounds nice, so what if they don't agree. It seems that they have no plans to fall out at the moment and want to find out the truth first. The more famous and powerful the sect, the more cautious they are.
These famous sects are far from what people imagine. Although they are strong, they never show their strong will and will not show their tyrannical side. They often appear to be submissive and only show their fangs at the last moment.
"Watch the move!" Shang Zhihe Duan shouted, his body and sword merged into one, and he was in front of Li Muchan in an instant, without giving him time to react.
Li Muchan swayed lightly to avoid the cold sword. At the same time, he lightly tapped his left index finger and let out a soft whistle.
"Ding..." Shang Zhihe's expression suddenly changed. He hurriedly retracted his sword and waved it. When it collided with the force of his fingers, a foot was smoothed out, and he stared at Li Muchan in surprise.
Li Muchan shook his head and said: "You are no match for me, Mr. Zheng should come in person!"
"Humph!" Shang Zhihe Jun's face darkened, his body swayed and turned into a shadow, and the sword light converged into this shadow, making it blurry.
Li Muchan swayed slightly again, and a cold light flashed behind him. Shang Zhihe appeared behind him, frowning and glaring at Li Muchan, and then turned into a shadow again.
Li Muchan secretly admired that this set of footwork was mysterious and unpredictable. Without the secret technique, he would inevitably be fooled. This shadow not only disturbed his vision, but also confused his senses, as if the person was right in front of him.
After being avoided by Li Muchan again, Shang Zhihe looked at Li Muchan in surprise. He didn't expect that his body technique could be broken so easily. This body technique is extremely difficult to practice, but since he mastered it, the brothers can't dodge it and can only rely on defense.
It's as stupid as a hidden weapon.
Li Muchan pressed the thumb of his left hand, and Shang Zhihe waved his sword. With a "dang" sound, the sword almost fell out of his hand. The sword shadow and cold air in the sky dissipated, and he staggered two steps like a drunken man.
"Tenth Junior Brother, you are no match for him, please step back." Zheng Haishi shook his head and said.
Shang Zhihe said in a deep voice: "I'll try again!"
Zheng Haishi shook his head and sighed, no longer trying to persuade him. There was a big difference in cultivation between the two of them, and Li Canghai's fingering skills were mysterious, and no matter how exquisite his sword skills were, he couldn't do anything if he couldn't rely on him.
Shang Zhi and Heng Jian took deep breaths from their chests. After three breaths, the sharp energy of their entire bodies was completely absorbed into the sword, and the sword became brighter and brighter.
Li Muchan's eyes fell from him to the sword. The sword became brighter and brighter, as if the sunlight was deflected and shining directly on the sword. The light of the sword kept flickering, like a snake swallowing a message, exuding a cold air.
Li Muchan felt that he was in danger. This sword must be earth-shattering and could not be defeated forcefully. As soon as the thought appeared, he hurriedly stepped out of the way.
"Chi!" A white light flashed past the side and across the vermilion pillar on the opposite side. There was a muffled "bang" sound like an explosion, and the pillar hugged by one person was severed from the middle.
Li Muchan was startled and turned his head to look. If this sword were to hit him, he really didn't dare to say that he might not be able to block it.
The Qinghe Sword Sect should not be underestimated. This unique skill is to condense several times the power into one strike, which is extremely powerful. If you are not careful, it will be difficult to block it.
Shang Zhihe's face was pale, and he stared at Li Muchan, unwilling to do so. He wanted to hit him this time, but he would not die or be seriously injured, so he just dodged.
Li Muchan's face darkened: "Mr. Zheng, it seems you want to kill me!"
Zheng Haishi shook his head: "This is just a momentary whim of Tenth Junior Brother...Tenth Junior Brother, you are doing whatever you want!"
Shang Zhihe snorted angrily, turned around and walked away, his steps empty.
Li Muchan had a sullen face and narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched him leave.
Zheng Haishi sighed: "I didn't expect Mr. Li to be so powerful. The tenth junior brother was hit this time!"
Li Muchan said: "Mr. Zheng, if you have nothing to do, please leave first!"
Zheng Haishi said: "Master Li, can't you tell the truth?... Who are you?"
Li Muchan frowned impatiently, shook his head and turned around to leave. Zheng Haishi dodged and blocked the door. Li Muchan sneered: "Master Zheng wants to do it himself?"
"I'm really sorry." Zheng Haishi said solemnly, a cold light flashed from his waist, and the next moment the tip of the sword reached Li Muchan's chest.
Li Muchan flicked his fingers, and there was a crisp "ding" sound, and the sword tip swung away. Zheng Haishi frowned, and a strong force came from the sword body, and the sword actually wanted to let go.
He used his kung fu to withstand this tyrannical force, feeling awe-struck in his heart that Li Canghai's strong cultivation was actually better than his own.
But he didn't give up. Instead, his sword flashed and his moves were exquisite.
Li Muchan's figure swayed and floated two feet away. He tapped his left index finger lightly, and Zheng Haishi, who was following behind, quickly blocked it with his sword.
"Bang" turned out to be a muffled sound, like wood hitting a wall, without the crisp sound of a sword at all. Zheng Haishi was forced to take two steps back.
Li Muchan pointed his finger again. Zheng Haishi was unsure of avoiding or blocking it, so he could only swing his sword to protect himself. His previous clever moves were of no use.
Li Muchan pointed one finger at a time, suppressing Zheng Haishi's approach.
In the blink of an eye, Li Muchan stretched out more than twenty fingers, and his power became stronger and stronger. The distance between the two gradually became farther. Seeing this, Zheng Haishi sighed helplessly and took two steps back to signal that he would stop fighting.
Li Muchan stopped and said calmly: "Farewell!"
After saying that, he floated out of the hall. Zheng Haishi watched him leave quietly without saying a word or stopping him.
However, Li Muchan knew that the Qinghe Sword Sect would never give up and had to find out their true identity. Unfortunately, they were destined to be disappointed.
He has figured out that among all the famous martial arts sects, none of them seem to dominate with their fingering power. He has many fingering techniques, all of which are mysterious, and he has no worries about being seen.
After he returned to the inn, at midnight, in the dead of night, suddenly a dozen men in black broke through the window and came in, waving long swords and attacking Li Muchan on the couch.
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