The round-faced young man's eyes widened and he stared at Li Muchan in disbelief. He originally thought he was a lamb, but suddenly he turned into a lion. This sharp contrast made him lose consciousness for an instant.
Li Muchan's eyes slowly fell on him and shook his head: "It's rare for you to tell Zheng Haishi that I, Li Canghai, am back!"
"Li Canghai. There were whispers around him.
"It's Li Canghai..."
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and smiled secretly. Li Canghai's reputation was spreading, and he lived up to his hard work.
"Are you Li Canghai?!" The round-faced young man's face darkened, and his anger surged. He felt that he had been fooled and was being sentimental!
Li Muchan smiled and nodded: "I am Li Canghai!"
"No wonder you are so bold!" The round-faced young man stared at him coldly, jumped up, and floated down with the square-faced young man in his arms.
The square-faced young man was like a piece of wood, his whole body was stiff and unable to move. He was slapped twice by the round-faced young man, and he couldn't help but let out a scream that made the hairs of the listeners stand on end.
The round-faced young man hurriedly stopped and glared at Li Muchan: "What's wrong with you, Senior Brother Li?!"
Li Muchan smiled: "It's just that the acupoints are sealed, it depends on Zheng Haishi's methods!"
"Just wait!" He picked up the square-faced young man and left. Everyone in the restaurant watched them leave with different expressions, some were gloating, some were worried, and some were admiring.
Li Muchan picked up the wine bottle, poured himself another glass, and sipped slowly.
The restaurant owner stood in the crowd, his skinny face changing expressions, and finally he stamped his feet, turned around and went downstairs, deciding to pretend to be deaf and dumb.
He wished he could drive this plague god away, but it was too late. If this guy dared to challenge Zheng Daxia, he had the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard, so he couldn't be provoked.
After careful consideration, it was better to leave.
People around looked at Li Muchan excitedly, there was another good show to watch!
Li Muchan was too lazy to pay attention to them and drank leisurely. He suppressed his excitement and felt light all over in the face of the fierce excitement.
The time for tea seemed to everyone to be very long, and then two old men in blue appeared. Their facial features were very similar, their bodies were tall and straight, their hands were slender, and the long swords and scabbards on their waists were simple and unpretentious, but they felt extraordinary at first glance.
"Are you Li Cangjian?" the two old men asked at the same time.
Li Muchan put down his wine glass and slowly looked at the two of them: "Zheng Haishi doesn't have the guts to come here in person?"
"What kind of identity is Master Nephew Zheng? How can you just see him casually?!" The two old men snorted coldly.
Li Muchan shook his head: "I think he wants to be a turtle!" You know you can't beat me, right?"
"What's the use of a butcher's knife to kill a chicken!" The two old men hummed and took a step forward. Two cold bolts of electricity rose from their waists, making everyone dare not look directly at them.
The two old men held long swords that shone with cold light and hummed almost at the same time: "Li, we brothers are just pawns. Let's stand in front and test your abilities!"
Li Muchan looked at the two of them and shook his head with a smile: "Your Qinghe Sword Sect is really strong. Are you just a pawn?"
The two old men curled their lips: "You are too ignorant!"
The words and deeds of the two people were almost consistent, which made people around them surprised. Li Muchan understood that they must have practiced some kind of strange technique, otherwise even twins would not be able to understand so clearly.
Li Muchan said: "In that case, let's do it!"
"Look at the sword!" As soon as the two old men spoke to Li Muchan, the sword light suddenly shone down, and the two swords turned into sword shadows that filled the sky and enveloped him.
Li Muchan shook his head and pressed the thumb of his right hand, and a "chi" sound sounded like a tearing piece of silk. People could clearly see a white light shooting out of his thumb and hitting the shadow of the sword.
"Ding..." The shadow of the sword suddenly became thinner amid the crisp sound of gold and iron, and a long sword radiated with cold light swung away, forcing the sword owner to stagger back two steps.
The other sword was not affected and reached Li Muchan's head in an instant. He calmly pressed the thumb of his left hand upward.
"Chi!" "Ding"..." the two sounds sounded almost at the same time.
The old man took two steps back, his sword trembling as if it had come to life and was trying to break free from his hand.
The old man's face was gloomy and he stared at Li Muchan. He could not believe that Li Muchan had such profound cultivation at such an age.
Li Muchan shook his head: "You two are no match for me, let Zheng Haishi do it in person!"
"Humph!" The two old men sneered and put their hands together.
One of them used a left-hand sword, the other a right-hand sword, and the other two hands were put together. The sword light suddenly increased sharply, the cold air spread out, and people around them couldn't help but sneeze.
Li Muchan frowned. The two men's cultivation doubled out of thin air. The sword light became dazzling and turned into a cold light that shrouded him everywhere.
Li Muchan still stretched out his left and right hands and pressed down with his thumb, "Chi! Chi!" After two whistles, the cold light in the sky disappeared. The two staggered back and separated their hands.
When Li Muchan shook his head, he pressed his thumb again, and the two of them hurriedly blocked with their swords. They could block one finger, but could not block the second.
"Bang! Bang!" The two of them flew out two feet and were embedded in the wall behind.
Li Muchan put down his finger, turned around and smiled: "Mr. Zheng, why do you need to hide when you are here?"
"Bah!" Zheng Haishi clapped, stood out from the crowd, stood in front of Li Muchan, and glanced at the two people embedded in the wall.
Two old men flew out from the crowd and picked them up respectively with gloomy expressions.
Li Muchan looked at Zheng Haishi with a smile. He was handsome and elegant, like a jade tree standing in the wind. He was so graceful that people could not help but feel good about him.
"Master Li, we meet again!" Zheng Haishi smiled brightly and handsomely, like an old friend.
Li Muchan smiled: "I'm not dead, Mr. Zheng, are you disappointed?"
Zheng Haishi shook his head: "Master Li has misunderstood me."
Li Muchan said: "Master Zheng will not say that the people sent two days ago were not sent by you, right?"
"Who?" Zheng Haishi was surprised.
Li Muchan shook his head and laughed: "The night before yesterday, I was sleeping in the inn, and a group of people rushed in to kill me. They are people from your Qinghe Sword Sect."
"I think Mr. Li really misunderstood."
Zheng Haishi shook his head.
Li Muchan nodded and said: "Since they are not from the Qinghe Sword Sect, I can rest assured. They will probably die now."
"What do you mean!?" Zheng Haishi frowned.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "My acupuncture method is different from others. There are two restrictions. You may have solved one, but the other is probably going to happen now."
Zheng Haishi winked, and a middle-aged and young man in the crowd stepped back silently. Li Muchan glanced at the man with a smile, shook his head and said: "The time has come, the attack is about to take place, and Daluo Jinxian can't save him even if he comes.
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Xinlan, no matter if they are my people or not, your methods are too vicious!" Zheng Haishi said in a deep voice.
Li Muchan laughed: "They are here to kill me. Is it vicious if I kill them?... If your Qinghe Sword Sect wants to kill me, I won't be able to kill you?!"
"Master Li, we haven't offended you, have we?" Zheng Haishi frowned and said, "You are so aggressive, and our Qinghe Sword Sect is not someone who can be bullied!"
Li Muchan laughed: "Are you finally going to fall out?"
"You are forcing us so much that we can only resist!" Zheng Haishi said solemnly.
He was so angry that he lost more than a dozen masters. Their martial arts were useless, and now their lives were at stake. The clay figurine was also very angry!
Li Muchan said: "It's very good. I want to see the skills of your Qinghe Sword Sect, Mr. Zheng. How many moves can we compete with?"
"I'll come!" A burly old man with a square face said in a deep voice.
He had been standing behind Zheng Haishi, looking dull and dull like a clay figure. Suddenly, after taking this step, his whole body started to move, and his blue clothes shook as if he were standing in a strong wind.
His beard and eyebrows were fluttering, and the invisible power emanating from his body was surging like a tidal wave. The dishes on the table trembled slightly, trying to float up.
The people watching the excitement moved back unconsciously, as if they were being pushed by the tide and couldn't help themselves.
Li Muchan waved his sleeves, and everyone around him fell silent.
"Uncle Meng, be careful with his fingering." Zheng Haishi took a step back and warned in a low voice.
The burly old man with a square face had a purple face and a solemn expression. He nodded slowly towards Zheng Haishi and took another step forward, his blue shirt making a hunting sound.
The surroundings of Li Muchan remained quiet, and people around him retreated ten feet away.
"Look at the sword!" the old man shouted, and a white rainbow shot towards Li Muchan, as fast as lightning.
Li Muchan sat still, facing the tip of the sword, and just flicked his index finger, "Ding..." His heart skipped a beat, and the tip of the sword bounced away. The old man used his strength to stab the sword out again, faster. Li Muchan didn't move, and only flicked his index finger.
"Ding... Ding... Chuan... Ding... Only the old man's sword was faster than the other. Later, people couldn't see the blade of the sword clearly at all, and could only see a shadow connecting Li Muchan and the old man.
Li Muchan sat at the table, flicking his fingers with his left hand and sipping wine with a glass in his right hand. He was indescribably leisurely and at ease, and glanced at Zheng Haishi standing in the distance with a smile.
Zheng Haishi gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Meng, forget it!"
The heart of the square-faced old man kept sinking, and he gradually became desperate. No matter how fast his sword was, even if it broke through the limit, it could not break through the interception of his index finger.
The power coming from the sword was getting stronger and stronger, and every time he borrowed the force, he suffered backlash, his blood vibrated, and he could collapse and lose control at any time.
Hearing Zheng Haishi's words, he stabbed his sword fiercely and tried to retreat.
Li Muchan chuckled lightly: "Fight if you want to fight, retreat if you want to retreat, that's not a good thing!"
His index finger suddenly flicked, and with a slight whistle, a ray of white light passed through the shadow of the sword and hit the square-faced old man's chest. The old man shot straight towards Zheng Haishi.
Zheng Haishi couldn't avoid it, so he stretched out his hand to catch the old man, and used his power to resolve it. He took four steps back in one breath, his handsome face flushed as red as drunkenness.
Li Muchan smiled, stood up, put down his wine glass, and threw down a piece of silver: "Shopkeeper, it's time to settle the bill!"
He walked past Zheng Haishi, and the crowd automatically parted a path. He walked downstairs slowly without looking at Zheng Haishi and the others.
Zheng Hai gritted his teeth so hard that he had never experienced such humiliation since he was a child. It was even worse than being injured.
"Sir, let's... just an old man said in a low voice.
Zheng Haishi waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "It's not a big deal if I'm not as good as others, I can afford to lose!"
"Yes, Young Master!" The old man stopped trying to persuade him. When faced with a tough character like Li Canghai, there was really no other way. He could only ask the top masters of the sect to come over and regain the situation. It was useless for them to have many people.
When people saw Zheng Haishi's face, he kept silent and slipped out quietly, secretly regretting it in his heart. Zheng Haishi would definitely hold a grudge if his shameful thing was seen. He should have known better than to see this excitement!
Zheng Haishi took a deep breath and slammed the table where Li Muchan was sitting. With a "bang", the table turned into powder and floated down, and the aroma of wine filled the air.