Wen Yinyue stopped and looked at her coldly with a frown.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Miss Jiang is forcing me hard, what do you want?"
As he spoke, he tapped his index finger lightly, and with a slight whistle, a finger force surged out, ripples appeared in the air, and hit Jiang Nan directly.
Jiang Nan raised his hand and pointed, and there was a soft "pop" sound, and the two fingers collided in the air, making a crisp sound.
In the open space between the two people, the trees grew. Jiang Nan had deeper internal strength, but he was inferior in terms of the length of his Qi. After losing his sharp energy, he was no longer strong.
Li Muchan smiled casually and said: "Miss Jiang, let's give up!"
"Death——!" Jiang Nan bit her red lips, her face full of stubbornness, and sneered.
The sword light suddenly rose sharply, and the cold air was like a tide. The sword light flashed out so fast that Li Muchan was caught off guard and was stabbed in the left chest.
The long sword pierced his body, but Li Muchan's expression remained unchanged. He slapped the sword with his right hand, and the Canghai Divine Skill stimulated three kinds of pure internal energy to surge in.
Jiang Nan was greatly surprised, his body froze, and half of his side was numb from the shock.
Li Muchan then patted her chest with his left hand. He felt something different on her body and slowed down his palm movements.
The tentacles were soft and elastic, warm and delicate, and through a thin layer of clothing, he knew he had hit the vital part of her daughter's body, and he immediately spat out his inner energy, his heart wavering still.
Jiang Nan flew out with a face full of astonishment.
"Junior brother!" A light green shadow flashed, Wen Yinyue appeared, and a faint fragrance came.
Wen Yinyue supported him, her eyes clear and quiet.
Looking at the long sword swinging on Li Muchan's chest, she frowned, reached out and pulled Li Muchan's wrist, and a trace of inner strength penetrated like a thread and circled around his heart.
Li Muchan sighed secretly, seeing that he was injured like this, the senior sister was not anxious at all. It was obvious that she did not take him to heart, nor did she take the injury to her heart.
"Ashamed." Li Muchan smiled.
The lotus shadow at Wen Yinyue's feet flashed and appeared in front of Jiang Nan. She pressed down lightly with her palm, and the shadow of the lotus appeared in her palm.
"Sister, please show mercy!" Li Muchan shouted hurriedly.
His voice was so loud that he suddenly coughed violently and blood poured out of his mouth.
Wen Yinyue stopped her jade palm, turned to look at Li Muchan, and then at Jiang Nan, who was sitting on the ground, glaring at her fiercely.
Wen Yinyue shook her head and sighed. The lotus shadow under her feet flashed and appeared next to Li Muchan. With her delicate fingers, she sealed several acupuncture points near his wound.
Wen Yinyue said calmly: "Junior brother, after being injured like this, you still don't forget to show love and cherish jade?"
Li Muchan smiled bitterly and said, "Senior sister, let's go!"
"Yeah." Wen Yinyue glanced at Jiang Nan on the ground.
She was seriously injured by Li Muchan's palm, her delicate mouth was bloody, her breath was short, but her eyes were full of stubbornness, and she stared at the two of them without any sign of weakness.
Li Muchan glanced at her and shook his head: "Miss Jiang, if you want to fight with senior sister, you're still far away. Just practice for a few more years before going down the mountain!"
Wen Yinyue said calmly: "According to my wish, I will kill you, but my junior brother wants to let you go. I will spare you for now. I hope you won't meet me again."
After saying that, she put her arm around Li Muchan's shoulders, fluttered away with a flash of lotus shadow under her feet, and disappeared into the woods in the blink of an eye.
"Little monk, if I don't kill you, I swear that I won't be a human being!" Jiang Nan stared at the lonely woods and gritted his teeth.
As she spoke, she slapped her hard, leaving a palm print on the ground.
Vomiting another mouthful of blood, she stretched out her hand to wipe it, stood up slowly, and staggered away.
Wen Yinyue took Li Muchan to the depths of the woods. There were no roads around, and weeds and green vines filled the gaps between the pine trees. The pine trees were tall and strong, soaring into the sky.
Wen Yin Yue flicked her sleeves, and the mud and grass on the ground rolled, just like the waves rising and falling. With just a flick, the mud and grass rolled endlessly, one wave after another.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Senior sister, how far have you reached the level of Canghai Sheng Gong?"
"Eighth floor." Wen Yinyue said calmly.
Li Muchan was speechless.
Wen Yinyue said: "You are not too seriously injured, and you are very lucky that your heart is not injured... However, it does not matter if your heart is injured, because there is Yin and Yang's art of creation."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Senior sister, thanks to my cleverness, I moved at the critical moment. This little girl is ruthless and will kill you."
"You're reluctant to kill her, but she's willing to kill you!... It's too bad to be sympathetic to beauty!" Wen Yinyue said lightly, and with a flash of sword light, he chopped off a thigh-sized tree.
Then there was a flash of sword light, and pieces of wood were arranged neatly to form a wooden couch.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Senior sister, I am not pitying her. She is the pearl of the Changbai Sword Sect. If you kill her, a bloody battle will be inevitable."
Wen Yinyue frowned, looked at him, and remained silent.
Seeing her sheathing her sword and sitting cross-legged on the wooden couch, Li Muchan said hurriedly: "Senior sister, there is no need to use the Yin-Yang Creation Technique. I have practiced the Vajra Indestructible Magic Technique, and it is quite effective in healing wounds. I will do it myself."
"Yeah." Wen Yinyue nodded without forcing it.
Li Muchan said: "It may take a little longer. I would like to trouble you, senior sister, to protect the Dharma for me."
Wen Yinyue waved her hand to indicate that she knew.
Li Muchan quickly crossed his legs and fell into meditation. Wen Yinyue sat beside him, closing his eyes slightly. Time passed like water, and an hour passed in the blink of an eye.