They looked weird and wanted to step forward, but eight people had already occupied the position. If they joined in again, there would be too many people and they would hinder each other, which would actually reduce the power.
They looked anxious, and someone shouted: "Senior Sister Yang, work harder!"
Yang Ying's face turned red, she pursed her lips tightly, and said nothing. Her sword was as sharp as a sword, and the light from the sword became more and more powerful. The girls looked at it and cheered.
Not only his swordsmanship, but his internal strength cultivation is also profound, which is why he has such power.
Yang Ying didn't look proud at all, her thin eyebrows were furrowed, as if she had encountered a problem, and the sword in her hand shone brighter and brighter, as bright as lightning.
The power of her sword became stronger and stronger, but the speed became slower and slower, as did the seven swords around her.
They felt like they were stuck in a quagmire, and every movement was extremely strenuous and tended to become increasingly difficult. If this continued, they would lose their strength without Li Muchan's actions.
She wanted to struggle, but as soon as her inner strength came out, the obstruction became stronger. She tried her best, but to no avail. At most, her sword was brighter, but she was still as slow as a turtle.
She was anxious in her heart and shouted: "Everyone, come up!"
The girls were startled when they heard this, and immediately drew their swords. More than thirty girls rushed over together, some rising up, some short, and stabbed one after another.
The tip of the sword was like a swarm of bees, and Li Muchan had nowhere to hide.
"Well done!" He laughed, his palms speeding up quickly.
Everyone was dressed in hunting clothes, and their long swords "swish, swish, swish", they all took off their hands and flew out, like fish returning to the sea, flying to Li Muchan's side, spinning around him.
The women, with their hands empty, couldn't help but retreat, looking intently at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan waved his palms slowly, and more than thirty long swords circled around him, surrounding him. The swords danced with the waving of his palms, and at first glance they looked like a flying silver dragon.
Yang Ying bit her lips and stared at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan chuckled, raised his palms, "ding ding ding..." There was a crisp sound, and more than thirty long swords fell into the ground, forming two large characters: "Canghai".
"Junior sister Yang, fellow junior sisters, I accept the concession." Li Muchan put his hands behind his back and smiled.
Yang Ying bit her lower lip, with a complicated look on her face, her smart eyes flickered for a long time, and then she let out a long sigh: "Senior brother, this little girl admires your amazing skills!"
Li Muchan smiled and said, "I'm bullying the younger one, it's nothing."
Yang Ying asked: "Senior Brother Zhanran, are these the Nine Palms of the Sea?"
Li Muchan smiled and nodded: "Exactly."
Yang Ying said: "As expected, it is wonderful and incomparable. It is not a shame to be defeated by this palm technique."
Li Muchan smiled and said nothing.
Some women asked: "Brother Zhanran, have you met my great-uncle?"
Li Muchan nodded: "Yes, my great-uncle is very charming."
The girls chatted all over the place, asking about everything. They asked him about his age, what he usually liked to eat, what Kungfu he had practiced before, and what level he was in the Canghai Shen Gong.
Li Muchan looked calm and answered each question without any hint of impatience, which earned the girls secret praise.
Finally, Li Muchan raised his voice and said: "Junior sisters, I'm here to compete with everyone in the Canghai Magic Kung Fu. I'm afraid the other martial arts are not as good as those of you."
Yang Ying asked: "Senior Brother Zhanran, what level is your Canghai Magical Skill at?"
Li Muchan said: "Sixth floor."
"Ah——" all the girls exclaimed.
The Canghai Sheng Gong becomes more difficult the further you go, most of them are on the first or second level, Yang Ying is the strongest on the third level.
For them, the sixth level is far away and they can only look up.
Yang Ying shook her head and sighed: "How long have you been practicing..."
They all know that Senior Brother Zhanran started from the outer sect and became a direct disciple in less than a year. No wonder he was promoted to a direct disciple and became a direct disciple.
There are certainly many geniuses in this world, such as several direct disciples, and even more so, senior sister, but I have never seen such a genius as senior brother Zhanran.
I am afraid that there is no such figure in the Canghai Sword Sect in the past dynasties.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "My internal strength was already quite good before I joined the sect, and I had a good foundation. If I had started from scratch, I would probably be about the same as all the other junior sisters."
Yang Ying pouted, disapproving, knowing that he was being modest and comforting everyone.
Li Muchan added: "The magical power of the sea has the most important artistic conception. Don't just practice hard. You might as well observe nature more and experience the wonders of the movement of heaven and earth."
"Senior Brother Zhanran, it is said that if you give Junior Sister Xiaoyuan a painting, you will get twice the result with half the effort in practicing the Canghai Shen Gong after watching it, right?" A girl tilted her head and asked.
Li Muchan nodded: "Yes,... I did some more paintings in the dining hall. You might as well try to figure it out a little more, maybe you can gain something from it."
Another girl asked: "Senior Brother Zhanran, is there any shortcut?"
Li Muchan shook his head: "There are no shortcuts in practicing Kung Fu. Hard work and understanding, especially the Canghai Magic Kung Fu, both are indispensable. Well... Junior sisters, please tell me the truth for my brother, you may not like to hear it."
"Whatever you say, it's okay for Senior Brother Zhanran to say it." Yang Ying seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Li Muchan said slowly: "In that case, I will tell you the truth... none of the junior sisters have understood the true meaning of the Canghai Divine Art. If this continues, they will only be able to stay at the third level for the rest of their lives."
"Ah..." The girls were surprised and looked over in dissatisfaction.
Li Muchan smiled: "You junior sisters are not convinced?"
Yang Ying was thoughtful and said calmly: "Senior Brother Zhanran, how do you say this?"
Li Muchan said: "Junior sisters only know how to practice and carry the inner breath, but they don't know how to return to themselves, and they don't know how to understand the natural changes of the world. It is no doubt lively and joyful to gather together all day long, but they have no deep thoughts. If this continues, the Canghai Shengong will stop at the third level.
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Yang Ying asked: "Senior Brother Zhanran, so to speak, it is best to practice Canghai Sheng Gong alone?"
Li Muchan said: "Yes, it is best to practice alone. Think about it while practicing, and you will advance faster."
One month passed in a blink of an eye. Early that morning, Li Muchan arrived in the pine forest in the back mountain. His great-uncle Lan Chunhe was wearing a yellow shirt and standing with his hands behind his back.
He secretly screamed in pain, hurriedly quickened his pace, and hurried forward. He secretly sighed in his heart, it was already an hour early, but he didn't expect it was still too late.
He came closer, and just as he was about to close his arms, a yellow shadow flashed before his eyes, and a hand came to his chest.
This palm was so fast that he couldn't dodge it, so he could only catch it hard with his palm. The inner force like water instantly reached the center of his right palm and he faced it.
There was a muffled "bang" sound, his monk's robes fluttered, "Tsk--" his feet stepped on the ground and slid back two feet away.
"Great uncle..." Li Muchan suppressed the surge of energy and blood and called hurriedly.
Lan Chunhe snorted coldly: "You brat, you're late again!"
After saying that, the yellow shadow flashed and came behind Li Muchan, pressing down with his right palm.
Li Muchan twisted his body and dodged to the side, drew an arc, and wrapped around Lan Chunhe's wrist. Lan Chunhe snorted, turned his wrist and pressed it, and their palms collided. Li Muchan took another step back, and blood surged all over his body.
The two of them fought back and forth, with the Nine Palms of the Canghai deployed. Li Muchan used all his strength and concentrated on three things, while using the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility, and at the same time using the magical power of the Canghai.