There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the purple-faced man frowned and took a step back.
His face became solemn and he stared at Li Muchan: "He is indeed a master who killed General Ximen. He is indeed quite capable!"
Li Muchan ignored him, turned around and said, "General, let our people stop."
General Hua nodded and waved his hand to Ji Wuming. Ji Wuming nodded knowingly and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, stop, get out and guard!"
The purple-faced man looked at Li Muchan with a sneer, and said calmly: "You still have some self-knowledge, which is a wise move!"
Li Muchan turned to look at him, with a calm expression on his face, and asked calmly: "You are from the martial arts world of Eastern Chu, right? Who knows where you are?"
"This is the hero Jiurushan Huangyeqiuhuang!" an old man next to him said proudly.
Li Muchan looked at General Hua. General Hua glanced at the old man and nodded: "Jiurushan is a major sect in Eastern Chu. It is as famous as Yuhan Palace and should not be underestimated."
"It turns out you are a master from Jiurushan. I'm disrespectful." Li Muchan nodded lightly.
Huang Yeqiu's eyes were like blades, and he swept his face, shook his head and said: "You have been hit by Xuexiang Powder, and you will not die soon, haha..."
Li Muchan sighed: "Mr. Huang has also seen Xuexiangsan?"
"Yes, I once saw with my own eyes that a top expert was hit by Xuexiang Powder and suffered all kinds of torture. Please ask me to give him a break!" Huang Yeqiu nodded.
"Is he dead?" General Hua asked with a frown.
Huang Yeqiu hummed: "The fragrance of snow spreads slowly, and your body will rot bit by bit. In the end, you won't be able to commit suicide even if you want to. The wisest way is to commit suicide early!"
"Is there no antidote?" General Hua frowned.
"Hehe, only Yuhan Palace has the antidote!" Huang Yeqiu sneered disdainfully.
General Hua looked calm, wondering why he looked like this.
An old man next to him shook his head and said: "If you want to get the antidote from Yuhan Palace, you might as well commit suicide!"
"Why?" Ji Wuming asked hurriedly.
The old man and Huang Yeqiu looked at each other and smiled, and said proudly: "Yuhan Palace is mysterious and unpredictable. The dragon can be seen but not its tail. No one knows where it lives, and even if you want to look for it, you can't find it! ...Besides, the people in Yuhan Palace are cruel and ruthless.
, who never gives people antidotes, hehe, God has eyes, what a retribution!"
He glanced sideways at Li Muchan, his eyes moving back and forth on his gray face.
"Fart!" Ji Wuming yelled angrily, stepped forward, and wanted to make a move.
Li Muchan said: "Brother Ji, forget it!"
Ji Wuming took a deep breath, held it back, and stared at the old man with eyes like spitting fire.
The old man was smug, glanced at him disdainfully, and sneered, as if he was laughing that he didn't dare to take action and could only act like a coward.
Ji Wuming turned his face away, out of sight and out of mind.
Li Muchan said calmly: "You are here to kill me and avenge Ximen Zhan, right?"
The purple-faced man laughed: "It seems we are a step too late! ... You have been hit by Xuexiangsan, and you only have forty days to live!"
Li Muchan smiled: "In that case, you still want to kill me?"
"To avoid a long night and too many dreams, I will get rid of you today!" Before he could finish his words, the purple-faced man flashed in front of Li Muchan and pressed down with his right palm.
Li Muchan waved his sleeve and his sleeve hit his palm.
There was a muffled "bang" sound, as if he was defeated, Li Muchan slid out a foot and stood up.
The purple-faced man stepped forward and hit Li Muchan's chest with his palm. The movement seemed slow, but it was extremely fast. Before he could react, his palm had already reached his chest.
Li Muchan turned sideways lightly and just avoided it.
He attacked with all his moves, his palms were like thunder, and his power became more and more powerful. The lights in the room flickered on and off, like a strong wind blowing in, causing everyone's clothes to flutter.
Li Muchan just dodged, as if he was poisoned, so he didn't dare to use any force, so he could only dodge. Seeing this, the other three were excited and secretly encouraged Huang Yeqiu.
Huang Yeqiu's moves were getting faster and harder, and amidst the faint roar of the tiger, the shadows of palms filled the sky, completely filling the space between him and Li Muchan.
His face was like water, and his heart was solemn. He felt like a heavy hammer hitting a feather, and it was weak and weak. This bald donkey's physical skills were really powerful, and he couldn't hit him with his Thunder Palm!
Everyone in the Nanjiang family looked at each other with shock in their hearts. They didn't expect that this Dong Chu guy's palm skills were so powerful. If it were him, he might not be able to defeat him.
His palm power is powerful, and what's even more frightening is his speed, which is so fast that people can't react in time!
This monk is really powerful, and he doesn't fall behind. Who is he? With such martial arts skills and being so young, he should have become famous all over the world long ago?
He is a monk. Could it be that he is from Landa Temple?
But the girl stared closely at Li Muchan's footsteps, feeling that they were infinitely mysterious. At first glance, they were not as simple as her own footwork, but upon closer inspection, they were infinitely mysterious.
She looked at it for a long time, feeling a bit of fun and subtlety, and was secretly surprised. The footwork the monk followed seemed to involve Qimen Dunjia, which was beyond the scope of ordinary footwork. It was really mysterious!
General Hua and Ji Wuming were secretly worried. They wondered whether Li Muchan was poisoned and did not dare to use it as much as he wanted, so he was restrained by others.
Ji Wuming looked at General Hua from time to time, trying to get an idea from him, whether we should all go together.
General Hua stared at the field, thoughtfully, but there was no movement. Ji Wuming was so anxious that he held the knife in his right hand, with green veins stretching out like earthworms.
Li Muchan's steps were light and graceful, his gray monk's robes fluttered, and he looked elegant and unrestrained. Although he had an ordinary appearance, in the eyes of others, he looked like a good young man in a troubled world, elegant and graceful.
"Master..." General Hua said.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Okay, let's stop here!"
He suddenly stopped, pushed flatly with his right palm, and collided with the right palm of the purple-faced man Huang Yeqiu. With a muffled "bang" sound, the two of them took a step back at the same time.
Huang Yeqiu's face suddenly changed. He flashed, a cold light flashed by, and then blood burst out. With a "choking" sound, the long knife fell to the ground, and at the same time, a right arm fell.
He tapped his shoulder quickly with his left hand, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, and crushed it directly. There was white ointment inside, which exuded a spicy and pungent smell.
The white ointment was applied to the broken part of the shoulder, covering the bloody incision, and quickly stopped the bleeding. After doing this, his face was already pale, and beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead.
Only then did people react. Ji Wuming felt his eyes flash and his hands were empty. The long knife had been taken away. He watched helplessly as Huang Yeqiu slashed his arm with the knife.
People were confused. Li Muchan shook his head and sighed, showing an apologetic look.
"Huang Daxia?!" An old man was shocked.
Huang Yeqiu stared at Li Muchan, unable to take his eyes away, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go!"
The old man looked at the broken arm on the ground and then at him: "Huang Daxia, are you okay?"
"I can't die!" Huang Yeqiu said coldly, staring at Li Muchan: "Monk, I will come again!"
Li Muchan sighed: "I didn't expect that my internal energy is already extremely poisonous... Mr. Huang, take care."
Huang Yeqiu sneered, this monk is so hypocritical!
He turned around and stepped out of the house. The old man looked at Li Muchan and stamped his feet angrily: "You are lucky today, but you will avenge General Ximen another day!"
After saying that, he hurriedly turned around and chased out, followed closely by the other two middle-aged men, who were gone cleanly in the blink of an eye.
It comes in a hurry and goes in a hurry.
Seeing that they were all gone, Ji Wuming stepped forward and bent down to pick up the knife, but Li Muchan stretched out his hand to stop him.
Ji Wuming asked in confusion: "Master, what's going on?"
Li Muchan smiled bitterly and sighed: "It was my internal energy that was turned into a poison by the Xue Xiang Powder. Mr. Huang's thunderous methods are so real!"
"Ah——?" Ji Wuming's eyes widened in surprise.
He quickly figured out what happened, and couldn't help but admire Huang's decisive decision, which was so cruel to him that he cut off his arm immediately.
For martial arts masters, missing their right hand is tantamount to losing their martial arts skills.
Li Muchan shook his head and turned to look at the Nanjiang family.
At this time, several people were staring blankly at Li Muchan, their hearts shocked and they had not yet woken up.
It was an eye-opener for them. They didn't expect that there was such a person in the world. If it were them, they would never be so decisive and would always have to hesitate.
However, Li Muchan understood that Huang Yeqiu had a ruthless and decisive temper when he decisively cut off his own arm. More importantly, he had personally seen the person who made Zhongxue Xiangsan.
He had seen with his own eyes how miserable it was to be hit by Xuexiang Powder, so he could be so decisive. Otherwise, he would not have reacted so quickly.
The importance of experience and the preciousness of experience are shown here. If he had not seen the horror of Xuexiang Powder with his own eyes, he would not have been so decisive, and he would have been poisoned by now.
Being able to resist Xuexiang Powder depends entirely on his luck, which may not be the case for others.
"Master, please save my life!" The girl suddenly came to Li Muchan and was about to kneel down.
Li Muchan flicked his sleeves, and the girl immediately couldn't kneel down. She pressed hard, but she couldn't hold it down anymore, so she had no choice but to give up and kneel down.
Li Muchan sighed: "Girl, I can't protect myself, how can I save others?"
The girl stared at him with clear eyes and said: "If I are captured, I will definitely die. The master is a monk and has compassion. Do you just want to watch me die?"
Li Muchan looked at her, smiled helplessly, raised his head and said, "Well, we are destined to meet each other. Four seniors, I will keep this girl."
The chubby old man smiled and said: "We admire the master's superb martial arts, but this is a family matter of our Nanjiang family. It's better for the master to sit back and watch."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The Nanjiang family is famous and I admire you very much. I will come to accompany you one day."
The chubby old man squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Master, do you really want to meddle in this business?"
Li Muchan smiled and nodded.
"Okay, I'd like to ask the master to give me the Dharma name so that we can have good relations with each other!" the chubby old man said, stroking his palms and seeming quite happy.
"Mingkong." Li Muchan joined the tithe and said with a smile, "Thank you all for your help."
The chubby old man clasped his fists: "Miss Third, take care!"