Li Muchan laughed, understood the truth, shook his head and sighed.
Fan Peiyao's beautiful face flushed as red as a piece of ruby, and she was angry and angry: "Feng, you are so embarrassed that you are talking nonsense and spitting blood!"
Xiao Yuan looked at her and then at Li Muchan, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, half-smiling.
Li Muchan said: "Miss Fan, let's forget it. You are talking about other people and you can't control what you want to say. Those who are clean will clean themselves up. There is no need to be angry with yourself."
Fan Peiyao slowed down her sword and said angrily: "He is always disrespectful to you, Master, it's really irritating!"
Feng Baishan sneered again and again: "Why should I respect him? Because he stole my woman?!"
Li Muchan suddenly appeared behind Feng Baishan and leaned forward to grab him.
Feng Baishan was far superior to Fan Peiyao, and he was able to do it with ease. With a "swish" sword, he suddenly stabbed behind him and stabbed Li Muchan's palm, quickly and accurately.
Li Muchan twisted his wrist and hit the tip of the sword with his hand.
"Ding..." There was a crisp sound, like the jingling of gold and iron. The long sword was released and inserted into the wall next to it, making no sound like tofu.
Li Muchan followed suit and took advantage of Feng Baishan's half-body pain and numbness to press his left palm on his chest.
"Bang" Feng Baishan flew up and hit the table. The table fell apart in the air and fell to the wall, where he piled up.
Feng Baishan fell on the pile of wood blocks, grinned in pain, bowed, and spat out a bloody arrow.
Li Muchan walked forward slowly with his hands behind his back, condescendingly said: "Master Feng, don't talk nonsense, trouble comes from your mouth, this is not Lei Jian Peak!"
Feng Baishan raised his head and glared at Li Muchan. His handsome face was terrifying, and with a sudden roar, he turned into a shadow and rushed towards Li Muchan.
Li Muchan kicked him, Feng Baishan was stagnant, flew back, and hit the wall hard. There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the room shook.
"Poof" Feng Baishan spurted out another bloody arrow.
Fan Peiyao hurriedly said: "Master..."
Li Muchan smiled: "Don't worry, I won't kill him."
Fan Peiyao looked at him, her dark eyebrows filled with sadness.
This Feng Baishan is not a broad-minded person. If he offends him, he is afraid of being killed.
She complained to herself that without her, the master and Feng Baishan would not have anything to do with each other. However, she forgot that Li Muchan and Feng Baishan had already fought against each other before and had a grudge.
In the past, although she had no feelings for Feng Baishan, she did not hate him either. But after seeing Li Muchan's two sides, when he lost his grace and showed his true nature, she could only feel disgusted.
A manly man who is not broad-minded and cares about everything is just like a little woman, which is really disgusting.
Seeing her worry, Li Muchan smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will go back to the military camp today. His master is too powerful and he doesn't dare to come to the military camp to cause trouble!"
Fan Peiyao breathed a long sigh of relief and smiled.
She praised in her heart that the master is a man, broad-minded, upright, flexible and flexible, and not trying to be fat.
Feng Baishan wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Humph, if you run away, the monk can't escape the temple. You shrink back to the military camp and be a tortoise. Where are they!"
He glanced at the three Mei Ruolan girls and sneered proudly.
Fan Peiyao frowned, showing disgust.
Li Muchan's face darkened, and a golden light suddenly flashed across his eyes. Then he converged and turned to look at Mei Ruolan. Mei Ruolan frowned, and her bright eyes became increasingly blurred.
The two people's eyes met and crossed for a few times. Mei Ruolan slowly shook her head. Li Muchan smiled bitterly, turned to Feng Baishan and said with a smile: "In that case, let's see."
He smiled at Fan Peiyao, said goodbye and left, followed by the three girls.
Fan Peiyao watched them go, turned around and glanced at Feng Baishan coldly: "Feng, I didn't expect you to be such a villain!"
"Why, are you feeling distressed or worried?" Feng Baishan sneered, supported the wall, and slowly stood up.
Fan Peiyao sneered, turned and left, closing the door with a bang.
Feng Baishan languished on the ground and pounded the floor hard. There was a muffled "bang" sound and a big hole was made. Then he spit out another mouthful of blood.
He gritted his teeth, his handsome face was twisted and ferocious, and he roared in his heart, determined to cut this bald thief into pieces and cut him into pieces with thousands of knives, in order to satisfy the hatred in his heart.
He didn't pay much attention to the sudden increase in Li Muchan's martial arts, thinking that it was no big deal that he had used a secret technique again. Lei Jianfeng also had such a secret technique, but he always cherished his own life and never used it.
Moreover, his thunder sword skills are so high that he doesn't have to use the secret technique to defeat an invincible opponent. This time, he didn't have time. Although the secret technique is good, he has to prepare for a while.
He roared and roared in his heart, filled with murderous intent. After a while, he calmed down his mind, meditated for a while, got up and left.
He secretly decided that when the master came, he would not only kill the bald donkey, but also kidnap his three wives and take away sister Peiyao.
It's a pity that sister Peiyao is too innocent, like a blank piece of paper, and trusts others too easily. However, he also understands that she will not fall in love with that bald donkey.
Regardless of his mediocre appearance and inability to attract women, not to mention the fact that he has three wives with him, how can Sister Peiyao, who is so proud and arrogant, share a man with other women?
However, although sister Peiyao will not marry him, she has a good impression of him, which is enough to arouse his jealousy and he cannot tolerate that she has other men in her heart.
This Mingkong bald donkey must die! Must die! He roared in his heart.
The night was hazy, and a bright moon hung high in the sky, casting pieces of clear light, covering the entire Tianlong City with a soft white gauze.
At night in Tianlong City, the lights are brightly lit and it is more lively than during the day.
But not every street is brightly lit. In some streets, the people around are not wealthy, and there are only two or three lanterns. They are swaying in the wind, the lights are swaying, and the streets are a little dark.
Feng Baishan walked slowly along this dim street with his hands behind his back, his steps calm, his expression cool, and no trace of injury at all.
He took a shortcut and wanted to reach Fan Mansion before Fan Peiyao. This road was half the distance from the ordinary main road. He had enough time and he was not in a hurry.
Moreover, no matter how urgent the situation is, he will always maintain his demeanor, neither hurry nor hurry, and be leisurely and at ease.
This street is very narrow, about two steps wide, barely enough for two people to walk side by side.
The irregular bluestone paved the ground, and under the hazy moonlight, he could see small grasses emerging from the gaps in the bluestone, growing stubbornly and tenaciously.
He grinned, and stepped on the grass with each foot, leaving footprints one after another. Under the footprints, it was difficult for the grass to survive, and he smiled proudly.
Suddenly, he stopped, slowly raised his head, his eyes were suddenly bright and shining, he stared straight at the wall, and sneered: "Who are you, come out!"
The surroundings were quiet, there was no wind, only the hazy moonlight turned into a veil and enveloped the surroundings.
Feng Baishan put his hand on the scabbard and sneered: "You are so sneaky, you don't dare to come out to see people!"
"Alas..." A long sigh sounded, and then a soft whistle came.
There was a sudden flash of cold light, and Feng Baishan drew his sword, illuminating the surroundings and illuminating his solemn and handsome face.
There is a vague figure on the opposite wall, standing with hands behind his hands, his clothes are fluttering, and his whole body is filled with a natural and unrestrained air.
"Ding..." There was a crisp sound, the sword light was scattered and its brightness was greatly reduced.
Feng Baishan staggered back, his sword thrust into the wall and bent into an arc, stopping his retreat.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the surging blood, slowly withdrew the sword, shook it, flicked the dirt off the sword, and stared solemnly at the opposite side.
"Are you Mingkong?" Feng Baishan asked in a deep voice, holding the long sword across his chest.
The figure on the wall said nothing. He flicked his hand, let out a soft whistle, and a white light shot through the sky, like lightning in the void.
As soon as Feng Baishan made a move, before he could swing his sword, the white light passed through his body and disappeared into the bluestone behind him, making no sound.
"Uh..." Feng Baishan trembled, then let out a muffled grunt, his movements stopped, and the long sword slowly fell from his hand, and landed on the bluestone with a "clang".
He fell on his back, motionless, and died.
Li Muchan floated to the ground, walked slowly to Feng Baishan, and looked at him. There was a blood hole on his forehead, and his eyes were wide open, showing shock.
Li Muchan shook his head, turned around and came behind him, stamped his right foot, and a flying knife flew out of the mud, turned into a ray of cold light, and penetrated into his sleeve.
He stretched out his left hand and wrote a few words on the wall, then floated away, a sigh lingering in the air.
After his Qi membrane was completed, a qualitative change took place.
The small dragon form is completed, and at the same time, the Vajra Indestructible Magic Kung Fu enters the muscle training, and the Canghai Magic Kung Fu jumps to the seventh level. The Canghai Magic Kung Fu merges with the internal force of the army, taming it again and obeying the command of the mind.
His cultivation has advanced several times, and compared with before, it is incomparable in heaven and earth.
The skill of flying knives is extremely powerful.
He calmed down to think, and gained a deeper understanding of the movement of heaven and earth. He realized that his thinking was too superficial, and the mysteries of the body were really endless.
I have read in Taoist classics before that the body is formed from a little bit of spirit, then the spirit turns into qi, and then the qi turns into essence, forming flesh and blood to form the body.
Taoist practice, or Buddhist practice, is all based on this principle. Cultivation is to go against the heavens, practice essence, practice Qi, incarnate, and strengthen the soul.
He successively studied martial arts mental methods and military martial arts, and found that military martial arts was the most authentic way. He first trained his essence and then his qi to strengthen his spirit.
However, it is difficult to get started in martial arts in the military, and it is difficult to make progress, and every step is difficult. If I had not had the Sutra of Observation of Heaven and Human Spirits, I would never have been able to achieve what I am today.
Folk martial arts steal the trick, first use the spirit to strengthen the energy, then use the energy to strengthen the energy, strengthen the energy and then strengthen the spirit, skipping the step of practicing, it is easy to get started, but not pure enough, and the stamina is insufficient. It is like practicing the Canghai Sheng Gong.
Without the help of martial arts in the army, if you want to break through the sixth level, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky. You don't know the year of the monkey, the horse and the moon.
He carefully thought about it and found that there are different levels of Qi. The first level is essence, which cannot be controlled by the mind. It seems that they have never met each other and are not involved.
The second level is the current Qi, which is heavy and solid, able to connect with the mind and command as desired.
According to his speculation, there is another layer above this level, which has not reached the top, but what it is, lacking inheritance and personal experience, he cannot guess.
Just like killing Feng Baishan, he couldn't guess what serious consequences it would have.