I went to the restaurant from time to time to drink and inquire about news. Ten days passed in the blink of an eye, and the secret book of the Soul Transformation Palm disappeared without a trace, and no news came out.
Li Muchan and these
Zizi was not idle either. He went to the mountains to the north, found a valley, and arranged a formation to seal his aura.
He modified the formation and blocked the aura more and more powerfully. Even so, it could not be concluded that the Qinghe Sword Sect could not find him, but he was not afraid of teleportation.
He calmed down and practiced his own swordsmanship by referring to Zheng Yaohe's training methods.
After practicing for ten years, Li Muchan was disappointed. Although this method was good, it could not be achieved quickly. If he wanted to improve to Zheng Yaohe's level, it would take at least ten years based on his strong body.
Li Muchan sighed. Ten years was too long. If he couldn't go back to his original world, everything would be meaningless. Although this world was good, he missed his original two worlds more and more.
The Guangming Mountain in his mind was always exuding the emotions of the women. He could feel the women missing him, and his yearning for them became stronger and stronger.
It's a pity that he can't find his way back. This world is too powerful and it's not easy to find a way.
He has experienced three worlds, and has vaguely grasped a little mystery. It requires conditions to open the gate of Yaodi, and it needs to reach the top power of this world.
Going from one world to another is similar to becoming an immortal in ancient times. Only by possessing tyrannical power and being able to break the shackles of this world can one transcend this world.
He is not in a hurry to find a way out, but is in a hurry to increase his strength. As long as the strength is achieved, the passage will naturally appear, and leaving will be a matter of course.
This world is rich in aura, and people advance quickly in cultivation. He is a latecomer, but he is at a disadvantage. He has the same qualifications and the same mentality. Ten years of practicing at home is worth twenty or thirty years of training, not to mention that he is older and has better mentality.
To beat him, even though he has Guanyao's Divine Illumination Sutra and has a strong spirit, he still finds it difficult to compete with these top masters.
When he was in Yaoyuan Pavilion, he felt that he was invincible, but after leaving Yaoyuan Pavilion, he realized that there were so many great masters under Yaoyuan, with countless top masters. He had inherited the inheritance of the inheritance flower and had profound skills, but other sects also had similar skills.
Strange methods come and go, but his advantage is limited.
After he figured it out, he turned to study the Twelve Swords of Yaoyuan. The deeper he understood the meaning of the Sky-Breaking Sword, the easier it was to teleport, and the flying knives in his hands became more unpredictable.
As Li Canghai, he uses fingering skills, and as Li Wuji, he uses swords. Throwing knives is his ultimate life-saving skill.
He is confident that the skill of flying knives is better than the former two. It is a secret skill that he has never failed to master since he was a child, and it is integrated with himself.
This morning, while he was sitting in a restaurant, drinking and pouring himself a glass of wine, his ears suddenly moved and he heard a whisper: "Did you know, a few people died in the peach forest on the southern outskirts of the city."
"Um--?"
"Really! Ten of them died. I saw it with my own eyes. I was so scared to death!"
"How did you see it?"
"I saw it when I passed by there occasionally."
"How to deal with it?"
"Ten people died at once. It looked like big trouble. I didn't dare to stay, so I ran out."
"clever!"
Although the two voices were so low that it was almost impossible to hear them, Li Muchan was refreshed. He had been waiting for news these days. This is the territory of the Mingjing Sect. Yaoyuan Pavilion's ears and eyes are not good, and the Mingjing Sect is very arrogant.
No other sects are allowed to take root.
Li Muchan checked out and left, quickly exiting the south gate and found the peach forest in the void. At this time, more than twenty people were looking through the corpses of ten people.
Li Muchan frowned, moved closer, and soon entered the peach forest. The twenty or so people who were looking through the corpses were dressed in different clothes, but they were all very advanced.
They turned to look at Li Muchan with unkind expressions.
Li Muchan ignored the twenty-something group and stepped in front of a corpse. He lowered his head and looked down. A middle-aged man in gray shirt next to him frowned: "Who are you?"
Li Muchan said calmly: "Li Canghai."
"...Baishan Li Canghai?" The middle-aged man in gray shirt frowned.
Li Muchan nodded and looked at it: "Did he die from the force of his palm?"
The guard in the gray-shirted middle-aged man's face disappeared, and he slowly sighed: "What an amazing palm technique, please take a look at it, Brother Li."
He turned over the body and showed Li Muchan the palm print on the chest.
Li Muchan put his right palm up and compared it with the burnt black palm mark on his chest. This hand was shorter but wider than Li Muchan's.
Li Muchan caught a trace of energy. He had not been in death for a long time, and there was a faint aura on his palm prints. Li Muchan was overjoyed, but his face was calm and composed, nothing strange at all.
The middle-aged man in gray shirt said: "Brother Li, have you ever heard of anyone with shocking palm power?"
Li Muchan asked: "Is it from Mingjing Zongqian?"
"No way..." The middle-aged man in gray shirt's face changed slightly and hesitated.
The tyranny of the Ming Mirror Sect is deeply rooted in my heart, and this is the territory of the Ming Mirror Sect. It takes a lot of courage to say this. The middle-aged man in gray shirt felt his heart tremble, and then he remembered the identity of Li Muchan, who dared to enter and challenge the Qinghe Sword Sect alone.
Really brave enough.
He thought it was better to stay away from Li Muchan, so as not to get involved by him. With his bold actions, sooner or later he would provoke the Ming Mirror Sect.
Li Muchan said: "I heard that Mingjing Sect's palm skills are exquisite and even better than sword skills."
"Even so, it can be said that Bi Jing, the subordinate of the Mingjing Sect, was too arbitrary." The middle-aged man in gray shirt shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's better for everyone to take a look at it together."
Li Muchan probed a few more times, and it was difficult to tell from the appearance that it was a hand that entered. He had palm strength and finger strength, and he could kill with one blow, showing his tyrannical cultivation.
The crowd looked shocked, with heavy expressions on their faces. If they had encountered such an opponent, they might have ended up like these corpses lying in front of them.
However, Li Muchan found out that these ten people died in the hands of one person. The palm power and finger power came from the same person. This person's cultivation was extremely deep. Li Muchan thought that he was invincible. Moreover, the breath of this person was vaguely familiar to him. It was right.
It was the one who killed Mo Shiren!
He shook his head secretly. Even if he could catch up with this person, it would be very difficult to get the secret. He might be hunted down by him. This person was even more terrifying than Zheng Yaohe.
Not only did Li Muchan not flinch, but he was ignited with fighting spirit. The masters in this world were so powerful that it was really exciting. He had the ability to teleport and could escape if he wanted. He was not afraid of the masters.
He turned around and walked away without saying hello to anyone else.
He walked quickly, sensing a ray of energy, and quickly passed through Yuezhao City, heading north into the rolling mountains, and hurried on by sensing.
After an hour of walking quickly, Li Muchan suddenly stopped and sat cross-legged under a tree, motionless as the Eye of the Void spread out.
There was a big battle going on in a valley ten miles away. There were only two people, one thin and one fat, like two tornadoes. Wherever the two people passed, there was no grass left, and the wind and sand moved rocks.
Li Muchan saw the fight between the two, so he didn't rush to get close. The cultivation of these two was far stronger than him, and he was no match for them in a head-on fight.
He opened the Eye of the Void and took a look. There were two people, one thin and one fat. They were both in their forties. The thin one was not tall and his body was as agile as an ape. The fat one was not tall either. He was short and had a face.
Tuan has a smile and a kind temperament, and looks like the shopkeeper of a restaurant.
The thin body is agile, and the palms are like electricity. The fat man looks clumsy, but he is as skillful as clumsiness. His palm power is deep and powerful, his footwork is mysterious, and he has learned the essence of static braking. All his moves are not bad, you can see
Li Muchan was filled with admiration.
He secretly thought that even if he had the same internal strength, he might not be able to defeat Li Muchan. His palm skills were too good. As for swordsmanship, Li Muchan still had some confidence, but his palm skills were not as good as Li Muchan's.