Master Zhu Zhao's almond-shaped eyes widened and he gave him a fierce look, but Li Muchan just smiled.
The old man in yellow shirt sneered: "What an arrogant boy, I want to see how hard your bones are!"
The yellow shadow flashed, and he appeared in front of Li Muchan, reaching out with his palm to take a shot.
Li Muchan took a step back, flicked his sleeves, and waved out his ruthless sleeves.
There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the old man in yellow's right palm paused, but Li Muchan dodged it. He said "Eh", and the yellow shadow flashed again. His right palm was already pressed against Li Muchan's chest, and he was about to exert his energy.
Li Muchan flashed, disappeared on the spot, and appeared ten feet away, using his unique skill of shrinking the ground into an inch.
The old man in the yellow shirt sneered, followed closely, and pressed out a palm from a distance. With a muffled "bang", Li Muchan flew out and hit the south wall hard.
Li Muchan turned over and stood up as if nothing had happened.
The old man in yellow robe stopped stroking his beard, then flashed and hit Li Muchan on the chest. He flew out again and embedded himself in the wall.
"Uncle Master!" Master Zhuzhao stamped his feet and yelled.
The old man in yellow shirt quickly returned to her side, nodded and said: "What a good boy, you have practiced kung fu very well!"
Li Muchan struggled a bit and fell from the wall, leaving a deep human shape behind.
He landed, staggered and regained his balance, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, shook his head and smiled bitterly.
I thought that my cultivation level, the sixth level of the Canghai Divine Art, was enough to rank among the top masters of the Canghai Sword Sect. The last time I made a big fuss in the Wuji Palace, I saw the masters of the previous generation. Although they were very good, they were still not able to defeat them.
Ming Wang Sutra, unconsciously gives rise to contempt.
Now it seems that I am too shallow. The depth of this great uncle's martial arts is shocking and unbelievable, and I have no power to fight back.
The old man in yellow shirt stroked his beard and nodded: "Good boy, no wonder you are arrogant, your martial arts skills are indeed impressive."
Master Zhuzhao said: "Uncle Master, Zhan Ran possesses the indestructible power of Vajra. The fire is too light now. Otherwise, you can't hit him."
The old man in yellow shirt nodded and looked at Li Muchan: "Monk Huiguo's magical power of indestructibility?"
Master Zhuzhao said yes, and the old man in yellow shirt said: "Isn't it lost?"
Master Zhuzhao hummed: "Zhan Ran had a good chance to obtain the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility and then practiced it. He really has three advantages and two disadvantages. The magical power of Vajra Indestructibility is really going to be lost!"
The old man in yellow shirt kept looking at Li Muchan and nodded: "The magical power of King Kong is indestructible, good! Good!"
Li Muchan said hurriedly: "When I first learned the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility, I made a solemn oath not to spread it to anyone else!"
"You bastard, you look down on me!" the old man in yellow robe snorted coldly.
Li Muchan smiled and said no more. The Canghai Divine Skill was activated, and the internal energy like clear water circulated. After a while, his internal organs were relaxed and his injuries were gone.
The old man in the yellow shirt was just trying to teach him a lesson, and his movements were shocking, but they were just injuries and had no hidden power. He was just shocked and had discomfort in his organs.
If it had been anyone else, his internal organs might have been displaced and he would have been seriously injured, but he had the indestructible power of the Vajra to protect his body, and his internal organs were very tough, so the injuries were minor.
The old man in yellow robe looked at Li Muchan for a few times and said: "Boy, I see that you are very skilled in Canghai Sheng Gong, but you haven't learned any other skills at all!"
Li Muchan said: "Yes, great uncle, my disciple only learned one set of kung fu."
The old man in yellow shirt glanced coldly at Master Zhuzhao.
Master Zhuzhao smiled and said: "This disciple wants Zhanran to focus on the Canghai Divine Skill. Anyway, he is not in a hurry to go down the mountain, so he doesn't teach any moves."
"Nonsense!" The old man in yellow shirt snorted disdainfully, with a flash of light in his eyes, and said angrily: "The moves are used, and the inner strength and mental skills are gong. One is indispensable. Practice both and benefit each other... It's better for you to separate them.
You are here to teach, what a nonsense!...You are destroying people!"
Master Zhuzhao was too sullen and lowered his head, not daring to refute.
The old man in yellow shirt was still upset and said bitterly: "With a master like you, how can you expect to teach any disciples!...Forget it, from today on, he will follow me!"
Li Muchan hurriedly said: "Great uncle, I don't want to enter the martial arts hall for the time being!"
He was also very helpless. When he met such a tyrannical person and his seniority, even his master could only obey obediently and did not dare to go against him.
The old man in yellow shirt had eyes as bright as lightning. He glared at him and snorted: "Even if you want to enter the martial arts hall, I won't agree to it!"
Li Muchan breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't enter the martial arts hall.
The martial arts hall has a transcendent status in the sect, but after entering, the disciples cannot go down the mountain at will, ignore secular affairs, and concentrate on studying martial arts.
Li Muchan felt that it would be difficult to truly become the best in the world by practicing martial arts in this way.
To be truly number one in the world, you need to stimulate your potential and continuously improve in a life-and-death struggle. It is difficult to break through yourself and reach the peak by relying on your own practice.
Master Zhuzhao gave him a stern look: "Zhan Ran, why don't you thank your uncle quickly!"
She was quite angry. It was Zhan Ran who had summoned her uncle. Otherwise, he would have stayed in the martial arts hall and was too lazy to step out, and she would not have been scolded.
Li Muchan hesitated for a moment and then thanked him.
The old man in yellow shirt hummed: "You brat, come to the back mountain to look for me every morning!"
After saying that, the yellow shadow flashed and disappeared suddenly.
Master Zhu Zhao took a deep breath, patted his towering chest, turned his head and gave Li Muchan a look that was both angry and resentful.
Li Muchan touched his nose and smiled, feeling a little embarrassed that he had implicated his master and was being punished.
Master Zhumei also breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Okay, okay, finally my uncle didn't get angry. Zhanran, you are too courageous!"
Li Zhuyue also nodded in agreement, looked at Li Muchan, and shook her head.
Li Muchan did not refute. Although the old man in yellow had high martial arts skills, he did not have murderous intentions and did not have the ability to seal his mind. He could feel his state of mind, so he became more courageous.
Master Zhuzhao hummed: "Zhanran, you are lucky this time!"
Master Zhumei said: "Zhan Ran, my uncle is the only remaining disciple of the thirteenth generation. He has studied martial arts for decades, and is even more proficient in the Nine Swords of the Sea. Practicing with my uncle is really a great opportunity. You should cherish it.
Don’t miss it!”
Li Muchan nodded in agreement and said, "My great-uncle has no disciples?"
Master Zhumei smiled and said: "Master-uncle has a bit of a temper... He doesn't like anyone who looks down on him, and he doesn't pay attention to anyone. There are dozens of disciples in the Yanwu Hall, all of whom are talented, but he doesn't look down on any of them."
Master Zhuzhao hummed: "Zhanran, you were chosen by my great uncle not because of your talent, but because of your toughness and his temper!"
Li Muchan suddenly realized that what his master said was true. His great-uncle taught him martial arts probably because of his own toughness.
"Okay, let's go back!" Master Zhuzhao waved his hand and drove them away angrily.
Li Muchan joined the tithe and exited the Wuji Hall.
The next morning, he got up early and went to a forest in the back mountain.