Li Muchan smiled and said: "If we really get into a fight and kill someone, I'm afraid Canghaishan and your family will no longer be so peaceful, and we will inevitably take action."
"Haha, that's true." Nangong Lizhen nodded and said with a smile: "Brother Li is thoughtful, but don't worry now, we are already friends and will never be enemies."
Li Muchan smiled bitterly and said: "I hope so. The eldest son of the Wang family is here to accomplice the crime. I hope the Wang family and your mansion can reach an agreement and turn the hostility into friendship."
Nangong Lizhen said: "Don't worry, we don't want to make more enemies!"
Hearing this, Li Muchan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this matter was 80% likely to be no big problem. Wang Yuanchu looked at the rough guy, but he was as careful as hair and extremely safe, and he would never make a mistake.
Nangong Lizhen rubbed her hands, stood up and said, "Come on, my hands are itchy too. Brother Li, how about we compare a few moves?"
"Second brother, you are adding insult to injury, you are so unethical!" Nangong Wuwang snorted.
Nangong Lizhen was startled, then suddenly realized, he laughed and said: "Look at me, I forgot that Brother Li just had a hard battle and should take a break."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Exactly, wait for me to adjust my breath for half an hour, and then we can learn from each other."
After that, he sat down on the Taishi chair, closed his eyes, remained motionless, and began to meditate and adjust his breath.
Nangong Wuwang snorted: "Second brother, you can't beat Brother Li!"
"Third brother, that's not entirely true!" Nangong Lizhen smiled and shook his head.
"Second brother, how about we make a bet?" Nangong Wuwu chuckled.
"Okay, what are you betting on?" Nangong Lizhen said with a smile.
"I'll bet on your Cold Spring Sword!" Nangong Wuwang smiled proudly, squinting at him as if he looked down on him.
"Third brother, you have made great progress. You know how to challenge generals!" Nangong Lizhen laughed.
Nangong Wuwang hummed: "Second brother, just tell me, do you dare to bet?"
Nangong Lizhen clapped her hands: "Just bet, just Hanquan Sword!"
Nangong Wuwu hurriedly said: "Okay, it's settled, you are not allowed to go back on your word, it is limited to half an hour!"
"That's it!" Nangong Lizhen nodded.
"Hehe, this time, the Cold Spring Sword is mine!" Nangong Wuwang smiled proudly.
The people in the audience were buzzing and talking. They never expected that they would see such exquisite palm skills today, which were so beautiful and unparalleled that they were greatly shocked.
They kept staring at Li Muchan who was adjusting his breathing with his eyes closed. They didn't know where he came from. In their eyes, the third young master's palm skills were the most exquisite. Except for Nangong Sidao, no one could compare with him.
The young master and the second young master are no match for the third young master in terms of palm skills alone.
But now, this guy who is about the same age as the third young master actually tied with the third young master, which is simply too surprising.
It seems that this person is from the Canghai Sword Sect. It seems that he has really underestimated the heroes of the world. As one of the seven major sects in the world, the Canghai Sword Sect should not be underestimated.
Li Muchan woke up quickly and adjusted his breathing for only a quarter of an hour. He did this on purpose. Originally, with his internal strength and extremely long Qi pulse, he didn't feel tired at all, but he didn't want to shock the world.
Leaving some strength means leaving some room to give others the wrong impression, so as not to reveal your true self.
Seeing him waking up, Nangong Lizhen stood up hurriedly and said with a smile: "Come on, let's get started!... My palm technique is not Qiankun Palm, it's Paiyun Palm. It's not as powerful as Qiankun Palm, but it's not bad either. You
Be careful!"
Li Muchan stood up and said with a smile: "Then let's learn a thing or two."
"Go!" Nangong Lizhen shouted loudly and pushed hard with both palms.
Suddenly, a surge of power rushed towards his face. Li Muchan was surprised. He flicked his right sleeve, and there was a muffled "bang" sound. The ruthless sleeve collided with the cloud-dispelling palm.
The palm force of Paiyun Palm is as strong and powerful as a rolling flood, while the Qingrui Sleeve is as soft as wind, but when it hits the palm force of Paiyun Palm, it suddenly turns into a fierce force.
Nangong Wuwang and Zhao Shuqi's clothes rustled, and they were forced to take a step back.
The Grand Master's chairs all moved back a foot, and the hair of everyone under the stage was blowing like a strong wind.
"Good skills!" Nangong Lizhen laughed, jumped up, and launched his palms in the air. The turbulent palm power went straight down, like a giant dragon swooping down.
Li Muchan took a step forward, flicked his sleeves, and made another ruthless sleeve gesture.
The two of them were comparing their internal strength. Nangong Wuwang shook his head and shouted: "Brother Li, don't compare your internal strength with my second brother. He really cultivates his internal strength!"
Li Muchan smiled and nodded, the two people's internal forces collided, and there was another muffled "bang" sound.
Nangong Lizhen did a somersault in the air, took advantage of the momentum to rise up, rushed up to a height of more than ten feet, dived down again, pushed out with both palms, and the surging internal energy flowed down like a tide, letting out a faint roar.
Li Muchan raised his palms, suddenly stroked and pressed, and the surging internal force was immediately deflected away and hit the ground. There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the high platform shook and trembled.
Everyone was startled and looked over.
Nangong Lizhen did another somersault, rushed up to the sky again, then swooped down, and pushed out her palms again, like a goshawk grabbing a rabbit, with the force of her palms roaring.
Li Muchan's palms came out again, with one stroke and one twist, turning the power of the swooping palms into a rotation around the body. Zhao Shuqi and Nangong Wuwu lifted the thousand-jin pendant and stood still.
However, several Taishi chairs made a "click" sound and turned into pieces, hovering in the air. They were sucked around Li Muchan and rotated around him in the air.
Nangong Lizhen let out a sigh and landed lightly on the ground.
He wanted to borrow the force, but he couldn't. This force was attracted by Li Muchan. He couldn't borrow the force and had to fall down.
Li Muchan smiled slightly, pressed his palms, and the rotating wood piece immediately turned and turned into a giant dragon, rushing towards Nangong Lizhen.
Nangong Lizhen laughed and pushed with both palms, then another push, and then another push, four times in a row, and the force of her palms surged away like waves.
The four palms were more fierce than the other, and they were superimposed together, like a roaring wave crashing on a table. The wood chips in the air suddenly turned into powder and rolled back toward Li Muchan.
Li Muchan rotated his right palm and pushed it out violently, and his left palm turned into a fist and struck out fiercely.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and the powder exploded, but Nangong Lizhen made a muffled sound and took a step back, his face turned pale and the blood faded.
"Okay! Okay!" He praised several times, touched his chest, shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Haha, second brother, the Cold Spring Sword is mine!" Nangong Wuwu laughed.
"It's too early to be happy now!" Nangong Lizhen shook his head and said to Li Muchan: "Brother Li, your skills are really good, I admire you!"
Li Muchan smiled slightly: "Second Young Master, if you have any other unique skills, please show them and let me learn a thing or two!"