Li Muchan smiled, looked at the big men running away in a hurry, and shook his head. He really didn't like these people and thought they were a disaster.
However, those with strong martial arts skills have been killed by the disciples of Sheng Xuefeng. The remaining people have mediocre martial arts and are difficult to cause trouble. With Sheng Xuefeng suppressing them, they will have to live with their tail between their legs from now on.
Tonight, they experienced the power of the Holy Snow Peak, and if they were given ten more courages, they would not have the courage to resist. Instead of killing him and turning this valley into a hell of Shura, it would be better to let him go, which would be considered a meritorious deed.
All the big men ran away in a moment, and the corpses on the ground were also taken away.
The girls breathed a sigh of relief and dispersed the sword formation. Then, they all bent over and vomited, no longer as cold as before, and collapsed on the ground, unable to move.
Li Muchan smiled, knowing that his guess was good and that their minds were mysterious.
Li Yujiao flew out of the South Dou Hall, her white shadow flashed, and she came closer on the lake. She frowned and said, "Lanzhi, what's wrong?"
Jiang Lanzhi squatted on the ground, holding Wang Tingyan in her arms, and said anxiously: "Junior sister Wang..."
Wang Tingyan was lying on her back in her arms, her eyes were closed tightly, her face was as pale as paper, she was unconscious, her delicate eyebrows were frowned, and her expression was painful.
"Where is the injury?" Li Yujiao looked calm and lowered her head and asked.
"Heart!" Jiang Lanzhi said hurriedly, picking up the hand covering Wang Tingyan's heart. Her little hand was stained red with blood, which looked scary.
Under the moonlight, the blood was a little black, but it was particularly scary.
"Sister, please save her!" Jiang Lanzhi urged anxiously.
Li Yujiao squatted down, counted quickly, sealed the acupuncture point on her heart, probed Wang Tingyan's wrist, and shook her head: "I'm afraid it won't work..."
Her tone was calm, her eyes flickered, and she said calmly: "Get ready for the funeral."
Jiang Lanzhi hurriedly begged: "Senior Sister, please save her, maybe she can be saved, Senior Sister——!"
Li Yujiao sighed and shook her head, her expression unmoved.
Jiang Lanzhi burst into tears: "Senior Sister——!"
She understood Wang Tingyan's injury and felt a sword in her heart. This sword was originally struck by her, but she suddenly stood in front of her and blocked it for herself.
If it weren't for Wang Tingyan, she would have been killed by a sword.
Looking at Wang Tingyan's pale and beautiful face, she can vividly remember the scenes of her laughter and laughter in the past. From now on, we will be separated forever. She is still young and in her youth, but she is about to die!
She fell limply to the ground, and while crying, she called Wang Tingyan softly. Her voice was so sad and heartbreaking that everyone who heard it was heartbroken and lowered their heads and sighed.
Wang Tingyan is lively, carefree, and very popular. Everyone likes her. Unexpectedly, in this small battle, her life will be taken away.
"We should have killed them all just now!" One disciple said bitterly.
Some people echoed: "Yes, we should kill them all!"
"Shut up!" Li Yujiao shouted coldly, her eyes as cold as ice as she glanced at the girls.
Li Muchan covered his mouth and coughed lightly, attracting everyone's attention. They all looked over, some angry, some confused.
Li Yujiao's eyes lit up and she said hurriedly: "The Canghai Sword Sect has a yin and yang creation technique that can kill human flesh and bones. Senior Brother Li, please save her!"
Li Muchan nodded and said, "Well, I'll try my best."
"Please——!" Li Yujiao said hurriedly.
She was completely different, her previous coldness and arrogance disappeared, and she still managed a smile.
Li Muchan didn't mean to laugh at her. Wang Tingyan was indeed seriously injured, stabbed in the heart. Some of the girls were also injured, but they were not seriously injured. They just need to take medicine to nurse themselves back to health.
Wang Tingyan was a good person, but not very lucky. She was injured in a vital part. Fortunately, she should not have been killed, and he happened to be there. Otherwise, if the opportunity was missed, Daluo Jinxian would not be able to save her.
It is difficult to resurrect a person after death. The last time Wang Yuan's heart returned to the Yang state, it was because of a strange divine mechanism. It will be difficult to encounter such a situation again.
He squatted in front of Wang Tingyan, checked her pulse, nodded and said, "I want to perform a technique, so don't disturb her."
"Don't worry!" Li Yujiao nodded quickly.
Li Muchan began to perform the Crane Control and Add Oil Technique. After the tea-cup exercise, he stopped and sat cross-legged on the grass. Li Yujiao sat beside him to protect him.
Wang Tingyan slowly woke up, and when the surgery was performed, her face slowly turned rosy. People stared at her without blinking, realizing the wonder of this surgery.
At this time, she woke up again. They were completely relieved and excited. They couldn't help but want to cheer, but were stopped by Li Yujiao's eyes.
They cast their eyes on Li Muchan, looking at him with a majestic appearance. They were no longer angry, only grateful. Only Li Yujiao was thoughtful.
Although she had never seen the Yin-Yang Creation Technique, she thought about it. It was different from what he had just performed. What kind of magical skill was he using? Could it be the Crane Control Technique?
The art of controlling cranes and replenishing oil is famous in the world, and it is one of the best life-extending miraculous arts in the world. When it is used, the hand becomes the shape of a crane, which is most conspicuous.
But how could he, a disciple of the Canghai Sword Sect, have a relationship with Yingyue An? The two seemed to be far apart and had nothing to do with each other.
She was puzzled, waved her hand, and the girls quietly left. Like the tide receding, they disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only her and Wang Shuangfeng.
The two of them stared at Li Muchan, one to the left and the other to the right, on guard in case anyone disturbed him.
About half an hour later, the moon moved westward, and Li Muchan woke up slowly, his eyes flashing with golden light, as if they were real. When the two women touched this golden gaze, they immediately trembled and their hearts skipped a beat.
Li Muchan quickly restrained his golden light, returned to normal, and said with a smile: "How is Junior Sister Wang?"
"Uncle Master, Sister Wang has woken up and is fine!" Wang Shuangfeng said.
Li Muchan took a long breath and said with a smile: "That's good. Finally, all the hard work was not in vain."
"Thank you, senior brother!" Li Yujiao bowed with a solemn expression.
Li Muchan waved his hand: "You don't have to be polite, I can't just ignore death... Are you prepared for this surprise attack?"
He stood up slowly, patted his butt, and said with a smile: "Use the trick, close the door and beat the dog. It's a good plan. It's the handiwork of Mr. Li, right? ... It's a pity that you kill a chicken with a bull's knife!"
Li Yujiao said calmly: "Without your intercession, I could have eliminated the root cause and there would be no further trouble!"
Hearing the complaint in her tone, Li Muchan smiled and said: "Monks have compassion and God is good at living. If they kill too many people, the consequences will be endless... Besides, this time, they were scared out of their wits and would not dare to do it again in this life."
That’s it, don’t worry.”
Li Yujiao shook her head and said disapprovingly: "These desperadoes, we can't believe that they were merciless at the beginning and that's what happened today. If Junior Sister Wang is really evil, wouldn't it be a sin?"
"Alas..." Li Muchan shook his head.
These things cannot really be explained and can only be attributed to fate. Fate is powerful and wonderful. Mortals cannot change it, cannot refuse it, they can only accept it.
As his martial arts improves, he becomes more and more aware of the wonderful existence of destiny.
Li Muchan said calmly: "Senior Brother Li, there will be a competition in two days. I will not show mercy. You have to be careful."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Okay, it's boring to be merciful! Let's have a good competition and see who wins and who loses!"
"It couldn't be better!" Li Yujiao smiled slightly.
Li Muchan smiled slightly: "Junior sister Li looks down on me, do you think you are sure of victory?"
Li Yujiao smiled faintly and nodded: "Senior Brother Li, your cultivation level is not quite there yet!"
Li Muchan smiled and asked, "Junior sister Li, have you ever had any adventures, taken some magical medicines, or taken strange flowers and fruits?"
Li Yujiao was startled and shook her head.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "You are young and have such deep inner strength. What is the reason?"
"Nothing, just practicing the Nine Turns of Marrow Cleansing Sutra." Li Yujiao said calmly.
"Is the Nine Transformations of the Marrow Cleansing Sutra so magical?" Li Muchan asked, seemingly in disbelief.
The Nine Turns of the Marrow Cleansing Sutra belongs to the Penglai Wang family. If it is so magical, how can the Wang family who have practiced the Nine Turns of the Marrow Washing Sutra be snatched away by Saint Xuefeng?
Li Muchan frowned and thought to himself: Is it possible that Saint Xuefeng's martial arts is stronger?...Then why do they need to grab the Nine Turns of Marrow Cleansing Sutra?!
He shook his head, his thoughts swirling as fast as thunder and lightning.
Li Yujiao nodded and said solemnly: "That's right!... The Nine-turn Marrow Cleansing Sutra is magical. Cutting off hair and cleaning marrow can make a person reborn!"
Li Muchan nodded. If this were not the case, the Wang family would not be in such a state of collapse.
However, this Nine Turns of Marrow Cleansing Sutra must be extremely difficult to practice. Otherwise, Li Yujiao would not be so far ahead of her peers, and the other disciples would not be able to practice it.
"Thank you very much for today, see you tomorrow!" Li Yujiao cupped her fists and cupped her hands, turned around and walked away.
Li Muchan and Wang Shuangfeng also returned to the courtyard and took a rest respectively.
The next day, the valley was full of noise. In the martial arts training field, the disciples were talking incessantly and happily. After the excitement of the killing, they now calmed down and felt like a dream. Only by discussing with others could it become real.
Wang Tingyan was injured and Jiang Lanzhi accompanied her. The two of them could no longer play with Li Muchan. Li Muchan stopped playing and began to retreat to prepare for the competition in two days.
Li Yujiao also went into seclusion and began to prepare for the competition. Although she was sure of victory, she was cautious about sailing the ship for thousands of years. She still prepared carefully to ensure that nothing went wrong.
From morning to night, Wang Shuangfeng sat blankly in Li Muchan's small courtyard, serving tea and meals, guarding Li Muchan, and not allowing others to come and disturb him.
She was like a wooden stake erected in the Li Mu Temple. She remained motionless for a long time. Only when the time came, would she move to serve food and tea.
She was so nervous that she couldn't sleep. In just two days, she was already haggard, like a flower struck by frost, which made Li Muchan shake his head.