After saying that, he suddenly punched out, his body swayed, and he suddenly disappeared from the spot.
The fist appeared through the air, only a few inches away from Leng Feng.
"Eh?!" Leng Feng backed away in surprise, suddenly walking away about a foot away, avoiding Li Muchan's fist, and stared at him in surprise.
Li Muchan said with a smile: "I was inspired by my seniors and modified this set of boxing techniques and footwork. Can I still be considered a master of magic?"
Leng Feng shook his head and sneered: "You're just a master, just take my punch!"
After saying that, his fist disappeared in a flash, and then appeared in front of Li Muchan's chest, only a few inches away.
Li Muchan dodged and retreated several feet, barely evading it.
The two men's offensive moves and dodge methods were almost carved out of the same mold, as if they were produced by the same division.
Zhao Jinsheng raised his sword eyebrows and said in a low voice: "Junior sister Mei, I didn't expect that junior brother Zhanran's boxing skills have reached such a state. It's really gratifying and congratulatory. I can't do it any better!"
Mei Ruolan stared at Li Muchan and Leng Feng, and said with a smile: "Yes, he has had another adventure. This boxing technique is really weird and hard to guard against."
At this time, Li Muchan and Leng Feng were in a stalemate. Their boxing skills and light skills were similar. Although Leng Feng was more sophisticated, Li Muchan could always avoid danger in advance and protect himself. However, it was difficult to hurt Leng Feng.
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Therefore, the two of them were in a stalemate, but they saw their figures flashing and disappearing, their fists unpredictable, suddenly in front, suddenly behind, appearing suddenly and hard to guard against.
However, both of them have excellent light skills. They can often avoid dangers that appear to be unavoidable to everyone, and their excellent body skills show their power and avoid them.
Zhong Bixuan and Li Muchan have been refusing to deal with each other, and she is very angry. She always wants to find a way back to repay the humiliation of the dog barking, and she is always looking for opportunities.
At this time, she realized that there was indeed a gap between her Qing Gong and Zhan Ran's. If she wanted to avenge her shame, she needed to practice better Qing Gong.
However, his current level of Treading Waves is only at the third level. If he can reach the fourth level, it won't be a big deal for Zhan Ran. He will be able to avenge his shame.
Unfortunately, Treading Waves Yin is connected with Canghai Divine Art. If you want to practice Treading Waves Yin to the fourth level, Canghai Divine Art must also reach the fourth level, but Canghai Divine Art is not easy to practice.
Thinking of the difficulty of the Canghai Magic Art, she couldn't help grinning, biting her lips, and secretly getting angry. She felt that she was too incompetent and stupid, and had never been able to understand the essence of the Canghai Magic Art.
Xu Jingying looked at the field calmly and suddenly asked: "Senior Brother Zhao, can Junior Brother Zhanran win?"
Zhao Jinsheng frowned and shook his head, sighing: "Although Junior Brother Zhanran is good, he is still a step behind Senior Leng. It is very difficult to win!"
Xu Jingying said lightly: "Senior Brother Zhao, please take action. Is it enough to defeat Leng Feng?"
Zhao Jinsheng still shook his head and sighed: "Senior Leng still has a backup plan. It is impossible for me to defeat him."
"Senior Brother Zhao, why do you have to be so modest?" Xu Jingying said lightly.
"It's not modesty, it's just me." Zhao Jinsheng shook his head.
Thin eyebrows furrowed slightly, Xu Jingying pondered for a moment, and said: "His movement coincides with Qimen Dunjia, and it is indeed weird. Junior Brother Zhanran can only understand its shape, but not its spirit."
She shook her head again and said: "It's a bit weird! ... Logically speaking, Junior Brother Zhan Ran's Qinggong is far inferior to Leng Feng, why can he escape completely... is it because he is angry?"
Zhao Jinsheng shook his head and said: "Junior Brother Zhanran seems to have the ability to predict the future, haha..."
He said and also laughed, "Unfortunately, this is just a legend and cannot be taken as true."
Xu Jingying's expression changed, and she stared at Li Muchan thoughtfully, capturing his every move and every look in her eyes.
After a while, Li Muchan and Leng Feng were still at a stalemate.
Xu Jingying whispered: "As you said, Senior Brother Zhao, Junior Brother Zhanran does have the ability to predict the future!"
"Junior sister Xu, don't joke." Zhao Jinsheng shook his head.
Xu Jingying said lightly: "Senior Brother Zhao doesn't believe it, look at the look in Junior Brother Zhanran's eyes, and see what he did?... It's not to avoid, but to be one step ahead."
Zhao Jinsheng frowned and looked at the words. After a while, he nodded hesitantly. He also felt something was wrong. Zhan Ran's movement skills were indeed not as good as Leng Feng's.
It's not that he's not as fast as he is, but that he's not as sophisticated as he is. However, he can always take a step ahead, avoid Leng Feng's fist, and save the day.
No wonder, he felt a little strange and awkward at first, but that’s what happened!
He was puzzled, how did Junior Brother Zhan Ran do this unpredictable thing?!
Or, it's not a matter of foretelling, but that he knows Leng Feng's body and boxing skills very well and can he guess his next move?
But how did Zhan Ran understand Leng Feng’s body and boxing skills?
Zhao Jinsheng was stumped by himself, his eyes like cold stars stared at Li Muchan without blinking.
Zhong Bixuan hummed softly: "Junior sister Mei, this little monk Zhanran is also quite powerful!"
Mei Ruolan also kept staring at the field and smiled.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Li Muchan flew up.
With a sudden movement, like a wisp of smoke, Zhao Jinsheng took Li Muchan, put him down, and said, "Junior Brother Zhanran, is it okay?"
A mouthful of blood gushed out of Li Muchan's mouth, and "poof" it turned into blood mist and spurted out.
Reluctantly standing still, Li Muchan's face turned a little golden, he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I can't die, senior brother, the magic fist that moves the sky is truly well-deserved!"
"Junior brother, it's amazing that you can fight like this. It's very rare!" Zhao Jinsheng patted him on the back and sighed softly.
Li Muchan shook his head and looked at Leng Feng.
Leng Feng frowned and chuckled: "Canghai Sword Sect!... Come on, boy!"
Zhao Jinsheng let go of his hand, clasped his fists and said, "I'm Zhao Jinsheng, please learn some tricks from Senior Leng!"
"What nonsense!" Leng Feng waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Let's make a move!"
Zhao Jinsheng put his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and his expression suddenly became solemn, as if he had changed into a different person. His whole person was completely integrated with the sword. He was the sword, and the sword was him.
Li Muchan leaned on the Zhu Zhu and looked at Zhao Jinsheng, and couldn't help but be surprised to see him like this.
I really didn't expect that Senior Brother Zhao, who held the sword, would be as if he had been reborn, so powerful and powerful, completely different from Senior Brother Zhao who let go of the sword.
Leng Feng also frowned. He did not expect that this boy from the Canghai Sword Sect, at such a young age, had such a deep understanding of swordsmanship. Even some of the famous swordsmanship masters in the world could only do this.
He paid attention to it for the first time and said in a deep voice: "Boy, draw your sword, don't show off!"
"Chi!" A cold light flashed by, followed by a light whistling sound, like torn cloth, light, crisp and smooth.
Leng Feng ducked sideways and punched the spine of his sword.
Zhao Jinsheng stepped forward, twisted his wrist and swung the sword, and the blade of the sword slashed towards Leng Feng's wrist, cleanly and incredibly fast, reaching Leng Feng's wrist in an instant.
Leng Feng hurriedly withdrew his palm, and even more awe-inspiring, he took a few steps and quickly ducked behind Zhao Jinsheng, punching him directly on his vest.
Zhao Jinsheng did not panic, he swung his sword and twisted his waist slightly, drawing a round sword light, facing Leng Feng's fist, forcing him to change his moves.
Although Leng Feng's fist was strong, after all, his flesh and blood body could not resist the long sword, so he had to change his moves.
The two of them started to fight. Zhao Jinsheng's sword was as sharp as a practiced sword and his swordsmanship was exquisite. He took the lead step by step, forcing Leng Feng to constantly lift and withdraw his fists. His hands were tied and he was already defeated.
Li Muchan leaned on the Zhu Zhu, looked at the field, shook his head and sighed secretly, he was indeed far behind, and joining the Canghai Sword Sect was indeed a wise move.
Let’s look at Zhao Jinsheng’s swordsmanship. He was so young, but he was able to force Leng Feng into such a marriage, which shows how exquisite his swordsmanship is.
Zhao Jinsheng is a rare good man, Li Muchan sighed. At the moment of shooting just now, Zhao Jinsheng actually exerted an inner force to help Li Muchan stabilize his injury.
Li Muchan knew that he was not very talented in swordsmanship, but although he was slow to learn swordsmanship, once he learned it, he often turned it into instinct.
As long as he learns exquisite swordsmanship and works hard to turn it into instinct, his swordsmanship will surely be no less than that of Zhao Jinsheng.
He sighed like this, the situation has already decided the winner.
There was a crisp "ding" sound, and the long sword slashed his fingernails. Zhao Jinsheng felt as if he had been struck by thunder. He took three steps back before he regained his balance. His jade-like face was covered in blush, as if he was drunk.
"Senior Brother Zhao!" Zhong Bixuan hurriedly stepped forward to support him and whispered: "Is it okay?"
Zhao Jinsheng smiled bitterly and shook his head, sighing: "Junior Sister Zhong, don't worry, it's fine... This Divine Fist Jingtian is indeed well-deserved!"
There was no blood at the corner of his mouth, but the soreness and numbness all over his body was unbearable. He hadn't suffered such internal injuries in a long time.
Li Muchan walked over and sighed: "Senior Brother Zhao..."
Zhao Jinsheng smiled bitterly and sighed, and after a while, he said: "Junior Brother Zhanran, I'm very sorry. My abilities are low and I am really not qualified..."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Senior brother has such swordsmanship, it really surprises me!"
Zhao Jinsheng smiled and said: "Junior brother's boxing skills and Qinggong skills also surprised me."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I secretly learned from Senior Leng, and I only gained some superficial knowledge. Unfortunately, in front of Senior Leng, I will suffer in the end."
Zhao Jinsheng laughed and said: "This set of boxing and kicking techniques is by no means easy to learn, so Junior Brother Zhanran doesn't have to put in much effort."
Leng Feng stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the person coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Whose turn is it to take action?"
Li Muchan waved his hand, stopped Xu Jingying and Zhong Bixuan, and said loudly: "There is no need to fight anymore, I'd better go with you, senior!"
"Good idea, one death is better than several deaths." Leng Feng said calmly.
Li Muchan smiled: "However, I have a condition."
"Say it." Leng Feng said calmly.
Li Muchan said: "You can't destroy my martial arts or hurt my body. Everything must be decided by the Helian family!"
"...Okay!" Leng Feng glanced at him and hummed: "I want to see if you, a little monk, can still escape."