The four of them were surprised when they saw that he was unharmed despite being hit in the palm. They struck harder, using all their strength and going a little faster. The shadows of palms and fists filled the sky, and Li Muchan couldn't help but be hit by the palm.
Every time a palm is hit, his body will be stagnant, and the subsequent fists and palms will fall densely. At this time, the nine palms of the sea will show their power and resolve them one by one. Otherwise, he will fall down after ten moves.
Although he was protected by the indestructible power of Vajra, the palm power of the four people was powerful and pure, like a mountain, like lightning, like a drill, and falling like a storm, it was enough to injure him.
Li Muchan's inner strength was strong and pure. After five hundred moves, he still felt a little tired. He dealt with five people while using the Tianyuan Breathing Technique.
The pores all over the body are open, and the vitality of heaven and earth is like threads, falling to the ground like drizzle, all falling towards the Dantian, melting into the turbulent and rotating water of internal energy.
Now, the sixth level of the Canghai Divine Skill has been completed. The mist has dissipated and turned into clear water. The Dantian is as clear as the Ming Lake in Meifu. At this time, it is running, and the lake water forms a whirlpool and surges into the lake. It is full of power. As soon as the vitality of heaven and earth approaches, it is suddenly swept away.
Get involved.
Time passed, "Bang, bang, bang..." The five people fought together, but it was hard to tell the winner. Li Muchan concentrated on three things, and suddenly realized that he had made some progress in the indestructible power of the Vajra.
For an ordinary person, it would be difficult to detect such subtle changes and negligible improvement, but he is as spirited as a dragon, has an insightful inner vision, and is extremely sensitive.
He was overjoyed and suddenly realized that no wonder he had been practicing hard these days but could not make any progress in the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility. It turned out that the method was wrong!
While he was using the Tianyuan Breathing Technique, he was using the Nine Palms of the Sea, and at the same time he was using the Vajra Indestructible Magic Technique. Although he was repeatedly hit by the palms, he never fell down.
The middle-aged man surnamed Zhao shouted: "Good Zhanran, what kind of body-protecting magic is this?"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "The magical power of Vajra is indestructible."
"The magical power of Monk Huiguo's Vajra Indestructibility?" asked a middle-aged man named Zhao.
Li Muchan nodded, the Nine Palms of the Canghai became more and more sophisticated. He had extraordinary understanding. Under the pressure of the four people, his understanding of the Nine Palms of the Canghai became deeper and deeper. His moves became more and more sophisticated, and he became stronger when he was strong.
The middle-aged man surnamed Zhao laughed: "It is said that it has been lost. I didn't expect you, Zhan Ran, to be able to master the indestructible power of the Vajra. It is indeed well-deserved!"
The four of them used their powerful palms to break stones and monuments, but when they fell continuously, Li Muchan acted as if nothing had happened and was alive and well. How could they not be surprised.
Li Muchan smiled: "The four uncles are laughing."
The middle-aged man surnamed Zhao laughed loudly and said proudly: "Okay, today we will break this magical power of indestructibility. Junior Brother Song, Junior Brother Wang, and Junior Brother Liu, please show your true skills!"
"Okay!" The three of them laughed, and their moves suddenly changed.
"Woo..." Like a tiger coming down the mountain and roaring over the hills.
All four of them changed their boxing techniques, punched fiercely with their right fists, and punched the air with their fists, making a roaring sound of a tiger. They were all covered in hunting clothes, like a tiger attacking.
Li Muchan was startled and floated behind him.
The arms of the four people suddenly grew longer, as if they suddenly grew a length, and hit his body.
"Pfft!" Li Muchan paused for a moment. A bitter smile spread across his face. He suddenly opened his mouth and a puff of blood mist spurted out, spreading all over the sky.
The first two punches were on the chest, and the two back fists were on Xinshu. They were facing each other across his body, and they were extremely accurate. The punches collided and broke through the Vajra Indestructible Magic.
Li Muchan smiled bitterly, he didn't expect their punches to be so vicious.
Seeing how powerful it was, when it hit the body, the strength of the fist turned into a thin needle, which pierced the protective air film and collided with each other, like two snakes entangled together.
The internal force like a fine needle collided, intertwined, and spun around, like an electric drill wreaking havoc on the body.
Li Muchan smiled bitterly, and the inner energy of his dantian surged out, wrapping it up, dragging it to his dantian, and blending into the vortex. It dissipated in an instant and turned into his inner energy.
His Dantian’s internal energy has all the attributes, and no matter what internal energy enters his Dantian, it will always melt away.
He closed his eyes slightly, quickly formed a mudra with both hands, and the essence of the sun instantly dropped from the void, shaped like a white thread, and penetrated into his Baihui, along the Ren channel, and into both palms.
The four of them punched hard, knowing that he would be finished in one blow. Even though Zhanran had the indestructible Vajra power to protect his body, he would still suffer from the White Tiger's armor-piercing fist.
White Tiger's Armor-Breaking Fist specializes in destroying the inner qi. It can be described as an extremely vicious skill. If they couldn't defeat it, they wouldn't use it.
Li Muchan sprayed blood mist, and the four of them breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that it was almost done.
Seeing Li Muchan suddenly closing his eyes and forming a seal, they suddenly realized something was wrong and hurriedly closed their fists and retreated. However, a suction force stuck to their fists and was so strong that they could not pull them out.
"Hey", the four of them looked at each other, and punched again, without mercy, knowing that he had used a unique skill, and if they didn't defeat him, they would be in trouble.
When facing the enemy, they were accidentally countered. They had experienced this too many times.
Li Muchan opened his eyes in shock, his palms turned into shadows, and he received four punches.
There was a muffled "bang" sound, and Li Muchan took a step back, his face reddening for a moment before returning to normal.
The four of them staggered back, their faces flushed as if they were drunk, and they immediately sat down cross-legged, closed their eyes, adjusted their breaths and performed exercises to resist Li Muchan's palm force.
Li Muchan used the Jiu Yao Mind Method, which brought out the essence of the sun, making heaven and earth the most rigid and yang. Even if the four of them had profound cultivation, they could not withstand this.
Li Muchan took a long breath, and the meridians in his arms were slightly sore. Fortunately, he used more Jiuyao Mind Technique, which greatly increased his resistance to the essence of the sun. He introduced less, so he didn't notice anything.
He turned around and looked around. At some point, Lan Chunhe was already standing in the small pavilion, looking at this side indifferently. His yellow shirt was fluttering, his snow-bearded hair was bright, and he looked like a fairy.
In a flash, Li Muchan appeared in front of the small pavilion and said, "Great uncle."
Lan Chunhe frowned, glanced at the four people, then looked at him, and said, "What kind of Kung Fu?"
Li Muchan said: "Nine-Yao Divine Sword, a mental method that the disciple accidentally obtained."
"Well, no wonder..." Lan Chunhe nodded.
Li Muchan was surprised and asked hurriedly: "Great uncle knows about the Nine-Yao Divine Sword?"
Lan Chunhe said: "Three hundred years ago, there was a stranger in the martial arts world who called himself the Nine-Yao Divine Lord. His martial arts were unparalleled and he used the Nine-Yao Divine Sword."
Li Muchan asked: "What is his status?"
Lan Chunhe shook his head: "He was so majestic for a while that no one could control him. Unfortunately, he eventually went crazy and burned himself to death. No bones were left... I didn't expect that he still kept his mantle."
Li Muchan sighed: "Jiu Yao's mental method is indeed overbearing. Disciples cannot control it, and they dare not use it lightly."
"Well, it's best to use less." Lan Chunhe nodded.
His body flashed for a few times, and each of the four people received a palm from their vests. A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and the black blood sizzled on the ground. After a burst of fishy smell, it evaporated in the blink of an eye.
The four of them were secretly stunned, what a powerful palm power!
Lan Chunhe sneered and shook his head: "You four, huh, shame on you, get out of here!"
The four of them looked ashamed and clasped their fists in embarrassment. They turned to Li Muchan and said, "Zhan Ran, you are such a formidable young man. We will see you later!"
After that, the four figures jumped into the woods and disappeared.
Li Muchan was a little embarrassed.
Lan Chunhe flashed back to the pavilion and snorted coldly: "Don't be too happy too early, there will be another show in four days!"
"Ah?" Li Muchan was surprised.
Lan Chunhe said: "Don't think that retreat means staying in the room... there is a competition every four days. If you win, you can eat, if you lose, you will be hungry for three days!"
"Great uncle, this..." Li Muchan hesitated.
Lan Chunhe waved his hand: "Stop talking nonsense!... Just stay here. Someone will bring food when the time comes. Let's go!"
He disappeared without waiting for Li Muchan to speak.
Li Muchan looked at the direction in which Lan Chunhe disappeared, shook his head and smiled bitterly, helpless.
He sat down at the stone table, lit the small red clay stove, then left the pavilion and slowly made gestures in the open space, reproducing the moves he had just made.
He has a photographic memory, and all the actions he took just now are stored in his mind. Now he is slowly replaying it. He is doing two things at once, his left hand is the opponent, and his right hand is himself.
The four people's boxing and palm techniques all had their own merits. When he thought about it at this moment, he realized that the nine palms of the sea could be used better, but some of the subtleties could not be used.
Unconsciously, time passed by, the small red clay stove gurgled and white steam steamed.
In the following days, Li Muchan began to live a hard life, competing every four days, always with four people. He won and lost, and the Nine Palms of the Sea made rapid progress.
The opponents are getting stronger and stronger. They all act as elite figures in the martial arts hall. They have a variety of martial arts skills, including palm skills, sword skills, and knife skills.
As his understanding of Canghai Nine Palms deepened, his swordsmanship slowly took shape and he started his second sword.
When he was defeated, he starved for three days. Lan Chunhe said he would show no mercy, but he was in the woods and couldn't go hungry if he wanted to eat.
But he didn't eat anything else. Once he failed, he went directly into the Observation of Heaven and Humans and Gods' Illumination Sutra and the Heaven and Humans' Observation of Diagrams to think, and he didn't feel hungry.
To outsiders, he seemed to have been in samadhi for three days.
As time passed, he advanced by leaps and bounds. Later, his number of opponents increased to five, six, seven, and eight.
Six months later, he was able to defeat six people and remained undefeated.
Nine months later, he was able to defeat eight people and was undefeated.
At this time, he completed the Nine Swords of the Sea, adapting one sword a month. Although the speed was slow, Lan Chunhe praised its speed and said it was very rare.
In the past nine months, he has been staying in this small pavilion, this forest, and this small martial arts training ground. No matter whether it rains or winds, he lives in this small pavilion.
Li Muchan didn't think anything of it. Once he entered concentration, he didn't feel any pain at all.
When he completed the Nine Swords of the Sea and was very satisfied, Lan Chunhe appeared early that morning and threw him a booklet with four big words written on the cover: "The Nine Swords of the Sea".
Li Muchan was extremely surprised and hurriedly looked through it. He found that the sword technique above was different from the Nine Swords of the Canghai that he had created, but it was a bit more subtle, far better than his own.
Lan Chunhe hummed: "You brat, this is the real Nine Swords of the Sea, let's take a look."
"Great uncle, the nine palms and the nine swords, which one comes first and which one comes last?" Li Muchan asked.
Lan Chunhe said: "The Nine Palms of the Canghai were created by me based on the Nine Swords of the Canghai."