Zhou Zhiyang did not disappoint him. The sword was steady and agile. When the sword struck, it was solemn and solemn. However, when it approached, it suddenly turned into a series of sword shadows, which were dazzling and difficult to distinguish.
Li Muchan just dodged, catching his eye with each move, using his mind three times, comparing it in his mind with the swordsmanship he had learned, and with the Nine Swords of the Sea that he had adapted.
The Nine Swords of the Canghai originated from the Nine Palms of the Canghai, and it was still in its early stages. He felt that it was far from being completed. One month was simply not enough, and even one or two years would not be sure.
The root cause is that the Nine Palms of the Canghai are too subtle. One method can defeat all methods and condense the essence of martial arts. If you want to create the Nine Swords of the Canghai based on it, you need to fully understand these essences.
Although he has deep inner strength and superhuman understanding, he wants to fully understand it in a short period of time, but it is beyond human power. He looks at the vast sea and is like facing a bottomless abyss. No matter how hard he digs, he can't dig to the bottom.
After much deliberation, he decided that the easiest way was to compete with the masters.
It is better to rely on yourself to understand and meditate than to inspire.
In the blink of an eye, more than fifty moves passed by, and Li Muchan dodged them with ease. Zhou Zhiyang's sword was powerful and agile, and was exquisite. The disciples around him secretly cheered.
Among the ten direct disciples, Mei Ruolan was the most surprised.
She originally thought that she had been in seclusion again and her martial arts had improved by leaps and bounds, which should have brought her closer to Li Muchan. However, as soon as she came out of seclusion, what she saw made her sigh.
When he was in Mei Mansion, he never practiced palm skills seriously.
After arriving at the Canghai Sword Sect, in just one or two months, his palm skills were so exquisite and his progress was astonishing. He secretly sighed in his heart, Zhan Ran was indeed a genius, but he couldn't follow common sense.
Master Zhuzhao looked at it with a smile and glanced at Wen Yinyue. Wen Yinyue's bright eyes were focused and her expression was unmoving.
Zhou Zhiyang's swordsmanship is outstanding, his moves are steady, and his sword is extremely heavy. It seems that every sword is a lifetime of skill. It is powerful and agile. As time goes by, his moves become slower and slower.
There are fast and slow swordsmanships. Most of the time, the faster wins. But when you reach a certain level, you can use the slow to defeat the fast, and you will be more powerful.
Li Muchan's palm technique was slow, and he moved his palms left and right, carelessly, as if for fun, and kept dodging with his feet, not daring to engage Zhou Zhiyang head-on.
Zhou Zhiyang's swordsmanship is also not fast and is getting slower and slower.
Everyone knew that although he slowed down, his power became stronger. He was accumulating strength. Once he seizes the opportunity, he will definitely strike with thunder.
The ten direct disciples of the Canghai Sword Sect were secretly worried, but the people on Xiankong Island were secretly happy. Although they felt that Zhou Zhiyang was at a disadvantage, they were full of confidence and believed that Senior Brother Zhou would be able to defeat the opponent.
Zhou Wanli touched his gray beard and frowned, sensing something was wrong.
He vaguely felt that his son was in trouble, like a trapped beast struggling desperately.
Looking carefully, the son's breathing became heavier, and the veins on his hands were slightly exposed, and he was faintly swinging the sword desperately, but the sword was moving more slowly, which must be weird.
Others couldn't see the mystery, so Zhou Zhiyang complained secretly.
It's like being stuck in a quagmire, sinking deeper and deeper, the traces of air turning into mud, making movements difficult and requiring several times the effort to maintain the strength of the sword.
Later, it felt like I was tied up, with silk threads pulling on every part of my body. It became increasingly difficult to move. Even if I tried my best, I couldn't move the sword faster.
Looking at the opponent again, he is calm and leisurely, dodging calmly, and swiping his palms like a playful gesture.
Zhou Zhiyang's heart sank, and he felt like a silkworm being bound and wrapped by silk. After a dozen moves, he might not be able to move again.
He was cruel, his eyes widened, "Hey!" He yelled angrily, the sword's light suddenly increased, the sword became faster, and it suddenly stabbed Li Muchan's chest.
Li Muchan made an arc with his left palm, pulled it gently, and stepped forward.
The lightning-like sword suddenly swung to the right and struck the void on Li Muchan's left side. Li Muchan's shoulder hit his chest and he flew out.
Li Muchan took a step back and saluted: "Brother Zhou, I accept the concession."
Zhou Zhiyang landed on the ground, staggered back a few steps, and almost bumped into Zhou Wanli, his jade-like face flushed as red as a layer of rouge.
He took a few deep breaths, suppressed the surging Qi and blood, smiled bitterly and clasped his fists: "Good palm skills and good internal strength, I'm willing to take advantage of you!"
"Senior Brother Zhou?" The disciple of Xiankong Island was unconvinced.
Zhou Zhiyang waved his hands and sighed: "No need to say more, I did lose."
He turned to Zhou Wanli and said, "Dad, this kid is incompetent."
Zhou Wanli's face was gloomy, his eyes were filled with cold electricity, he waved his hands and hummed: "That's all, my skills are not as good as others, there's nothing to say, go back and work hard!"
"Yes." Zhou Wanli looked calm and calmly stepped back behind Zhou Wanli.
Master Zhuzhao glanced at Li Muchan with a smile, and said with a smile to Zhou Wanli: "There is a successor to your sect's Spiritual Dragon Sword, so congratulations!"
Zhou Wanli had a gloomy face and said coldly: "Master Tai is joking, he is far behind!"
Master Zhuzhao didn't care about his expression, and said with a smile: "He is a little less mature. If he practices for a few more years, he will definitely shine!"
Zhou Wanli snorted coldly and remained silent.
Master Zhuzhao smiled and said: "It's true that a tiger father has no dog son. How about Zhou Shaoxia, why not live in Canghai Mountain for a while and learn more from everyone?"
Zhou Zhiyang was startled, greatly surprised, and glanced at Zhou Wanli.
Zhou Wanli pondered for a moment, then raised his head to look at Master Zhuzhao and said in a deep voice: "Master Tai is so kind, I understand and don't dare to disturb you!"
Master Zhuzhao shook his head, showing a disappointed look, and his smile faded: "In that case, I won't force anyone to do anything difficult for me. It's a pity..."
She pointed to the jade bottle on the table: "Zhanran, put it away!"
Li Muchan said solemnly: "Yes."
After saying that, he stepped forward to take out the exquisite jade bottle and put it into his arms without ceremony.
With a cold face, Zhou Wanli took out the string of luminous pearls from his arms. The clear light flowed, attracting everyone's attention. He threw it away and said in a deep voice: "Go on!"
"Chi!" The sound cut through the air like an arrow, and the night pearl struck with silver light and shot towards Li Muchan.
Master Zhumei and Li Zhuyue frowned and showed disdain. This was considered a big insult. Wanli's temperament is too narrow this week!
Li Muchan smiled, flicked his sleeves, and waved out his ruthless sleeves.
The pearl of night was like a swallow nesting in the nest, and it suddenly slipped into the sleeves. There was no movement. He titheed and said with a smile: "Thank you, Senior Zhou."
Seeing that his face remained unchanged and his expression was calm, Zhou Wanli frowned, his face became colder, and he said solemnly: "You deserve it, thank me for doing so! ... What a double-sword monk Zhanran, he deserves his reputation!"
"I dare not take it seriously." Li Muchan smiled.
Zhou Wanli snorted coldly, stood up and clasped his fists, saying, "Master, you're too much of a bother, and I don't want to stay too long, so I'm leaving!"
Master Zhuzhao smiled lightly and said: "Stay a few more days. Canghai Mountain has a nice scenery. Zhanran also painted a bird's-eye view of Canghai Mountain, which is worth a visit."
Zhou Wanli shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Thank you for your kindness. If I have anything else to do, I won't bother you. I'll take my leave!"
Having said that, without waiting for Master Zhuzhao to say anything more, she turned around and left.
He cursed secretly: Master Zhuzhao, this bitch has a sharp tongue and deliberately mentioned Zhanran just to make him angry. It is really hateful and annoying!
He held back his breath, turned around and walked out quickly, fearing that if he didn't leave, he would have an attack if he stayed any longer and things would get worse.
Master Zhuzhao stood up, followed them, and said with a smile: "Senior Zhou, why are you in such a hurry to go down the mountain... I come in a hurry and leave in a hurry. Others will blame me for being rude to Canghaishan."
Master Zhumei secretly tugged at her skirt and winked, signaling her to stop. Wanli had a bad temper this week, so she didn't want to make her angry.
Master Zhu Zhao smiled sweetly and shook his head, indicating that it was okay.
After leaving the Wuji Hall, Master Zhuzhao stopped, while Zhou Wanli and the others hurried down the steps and started walking down.
Master Zhuzhao stood on the threshold and said with a smile: "Senior Zhou has a good time, please excuse me for seeing you off not far away!... Zhanran! See off Senior Zhou and the others for me!"
"Yes." Li Muchan responded respectfully. He disappeared in a flash and appeared next to Zhou Wanli. He said warmly: "Senior Zhou, please——!"
Zhou Wanli narrowed his eyes, glared at him coldly, snorted and walked down without saying a word.
He was secretly shocked that he didn't notice Zhan Ran's appearance. If he was attacked by surprise, he wouldn't be able to avoid it this time.
Li Muchan talked to Zhou Zhiyang, Zhou Wanli had a cold face, but he could not scare Zhou Zhiyang. Others did not dare to talk to Li Muchan, but he did.
He admired Li Muchan very much and felt that he was so young and had such great skills. He would definitely be a very important figure in the future. It would be harmful to him to be friends with him.
Zhou Zhiyang sighed, shook his head and said regretfully: "Master Zhanran, it's such a pity that you worshiped the Canghai Sword Sect. You are a pearl of secrets!"
Li Muchan smiled.
Zhou Zhiyang continued: "Canghai Sword School martial arts is suitable for women. Men cannot practice it. What men can practice cannot be considered top-notch skills."
Li Muchan smiled and said, "We can't generalize."
Zhou Zhiyang shook his head and said regretfully: "With your qualifications, Master Zhanran, if you were to become my disciple on Xingkong Island, your achievements would be more than this. What a pity, what a pity!"
Li Muchan took a deep look at him and said with a smile: "Brother Zhou's spirit dragon sword technique is really superb. Let's learn from each other again when we have the opportunity."
Zhou Zhiyang was shocked, feeling that he was naked and being seen through.
Knowing that it would be useless to talk, Zhan Ran would not switch to his disciples.
He secretly felt sorry for Li Muchan, but he felt really sorry for Li Muchan that such a talented person had lost his talent in the Canghai Sword Sect! If he were on Xiangkong Island, he would definitely be able to catch up with his senior brother and become the mainstay of Xiangkong Island.
The two chatted and laughed, and Li Muchan walked him to the top of the mountain, waving goodbye.
Li Muchan also felt it was a pity. While talking, he used his psychic powers. This Zhou Zhiyang had a bright heart and was upright in his actions. He was a trustworthy person, but it was a pity that he was trapped in Kongdao.
People in the world cannot help themselves. If one day two factions turn against each other and come to blows, even if the other party is not bad and is worthy of friendship, he cannot show mercy.
As he walked up the mountain, he touched the luminous pearl in his sleeve. A cool breath penetrated through his fingers, went up his arms, and entered his mind, lingering endlessly. He was startled and secretly surprised.
I saw the brilliance before and knew it was something extraordinary, but I didn't expect it to be a jewel!