After a while, there were two muffled sounds of "bang" and "bang", and the three of them separated.
On Li Muchan's back and chest, there were black palm prints, like a branding iron on a gray monk's robe. Li Muchan's face was as usual, and he looked at the two elders calmly.
The faces of the two old men were gloomy, their eyes were as sharp as eagles, and their cold light was like substance.
Li Muchan shook his head and said: "You two had better not practice martial arts. This poison is overbearing and likes to devour the inner strength."
The two old men sneered, and one old man turned his head and said, "Master, I'm so ashamed. We can't take down this little monk's hand!"
"Forget it, don't force it, I'm here to help you, Feng and Lao." The middle-aged man clasped his fists.
"Alas..." Both old men shook their heads, sighed, and looked ashamed.
They were worshiped by the Nanjiang family and usually did nothing. They only took action at critical moments. In the past five or six years, they only took action once and failed to succeed.
When they first met Li Muchan, they realized that Li Muchan was good and immediately launched a killing move. However, they did not expect that Li Muchan was so slippery. The two of them used a hundred moves together to force out a flaw.
They shook their heads. Even if they were iron men, they would turn into molten iron if they were hit by two of their palms. However, this monk acted as if nothing had happened. He had obviously practiced martial arts to the top.
Li Muchan exchanged palms for palms and slapped both of them at the same time, hitting each of them in the chest.
The power of his palms is strange, activated by the magical power of the sea. It is as soft as autumn water, silent and silent, and leaves no trace on the stone like water passing over it.
In an understatement, two surging internal forces came in. Then, the whole body became cold, the internal energy froze, and it was about to lose control. Only then did the two of them be surprised that there was poison in his palm!
The snow fragrance powder spread very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them felt that their Dantians were freezing and their internal energy was about to stop functioning.
At this time, the two of them could no longer care about anything else and sat cross-legged on the snow.
Li Muchan shook his head and sighed: "The more you exercise your power, the more intense the poison will be. You two don't have to waste your efforts in vain."
"Little monk, what kind of poison have you given?" the middle-aged man asked coldly.
Li Muchan sighed: "Xuexiang powder."
"What! Xuexiang Powder?!" The middle-aged man's face suddenly changed. He knew very well how terrifying Xuexiang Powder was.
Li Muchan said: "I was hit by Xuexiang Powder, and my inner strength was poisoned. They fought with me... Alas, I was hit by Xuexiang Powder, and my power was useless."
"How is that possible!" The middle-aged man frowned and said solemnly: "You were hit by Xuexiang Powder, and you can still stand here well?"
Xuexiang Powder is known as one of the strange poisons in the world. Its toxicity is strange and the poisoned person is the most miserable. Moreover, Yuhan Palace is mysterious and unpredictable, and no one can get the antidote. It is said to be a poison with no antidote.
His face was gloomy, and he looked at Li Muchan coldly with murderous intent.
"Dad..." Jiang Yuyan stepped forward and said calmly.
The middle-aged man sneered: "Humph, you still recognize me as your father!?"
He glanced at the room and said coldly: "Why doesn't your mother come out? Doesn't she recognize me too? ... If I raise you two, I might as well raise two wolves!"
He waved his hand, interrupted Jiang Yuyan, and hummed: "Go on, I'll settle the score with you later... Young monk, tell me, how can I suppress Xuexiangsan?"
After thinking about it for a moment, he realized that Li Muchan had been poisoned for a long time. This Xuexiang Powder had always been only in Dongchu, which was not close to here.
Li Muchan smiled slightly and said warmly: "Yu Yan, go back, I'll talk to the head of the Jiang family."
Jiang Yuyan looked at Li Muchan, then at the middle-aged man, nodded slightly, turned around, walked back to the main room, lifted the curtain and went in.
"The daughter is not allowed to stay!" The middle-aged man shook his head with his hands behind his hands, curled his lips and snorted coldly, then turned around and said: "Monk, after all, if you tell me how to detoxify, I will treat it as if I don't have that daughter and leave her alone. You and I
The Jiang family’s grievances have also been wiped out!”
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.
He secretly sighed, this was also a tycoon, and he didn't mention Jiang Yuwen's matter, as if he didn't know about it, but how could the hatred of killing his son be wiped out? It was natural for him to regret it later.
Repenting openly and honestly makes it difficult for people to find fault, which is considered a skill.
Li Muchan smiled: "There is no other way but to dissipate the internal energy and delay it day by day."
"How long have you been delaying?" the middle-aged man asked.
Li Muchan thought for a while: "Ten days...I got an antidote pill, but unfortunately it can't completely suppress Xuexiang Powder. The Nanjiang family is the richest in the world, so they must have this kind of elixir."
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes piercing Li Muchan like needles. After a while, he sneered: "Okay, we'll see you later!"
Li Muchan smiled and waved his hand, ignored it, and turned back to the main hall.
Jiang Yuyan was standing at the door. He suddenly came in, which startled her. She took two steps back and whispered: "Master, he...?"
Li Muchan shook his head and sat on a chair. Jiang Yuyan was restless and wanted to lift the curtain to look out, but retracted his hand and hesitated.
Seeing this, Li Muchan shook his head secretly. Jiang Yuyan's feelings towards her father were really complicated. She might not be able to figure it out herself.
"Alas..." He sighed secretly, and he admired this middle-aged man in his heart.
He suffered internal injuries, but his momentum was not compromised. He commanded and commanded in front of him. He was indeed very powerful. It was a pity to kill such a person.
Moreover, it is also a pleasure to act cleanly and neatly without any sloppiness.
It's a pity that this man's life was short-lived, with only two or three months to live. The harm caused by going crazy to people in the martial arts world is more terrible than that of the enemy. It is a pity that a person like him did not die in the hands of the enemy.
"Master...?" Jiang Yuyan saw him in a daze and called in a low voice.
Li Muchan shook his head and said, "Yu Yan, have you made up your mind and really want to leave?"
Jiang Yuyan bit her lip and nodded.
"Well, let's say goodbye to him. Maybe this time it will be our farewell forever." Li Muchan sighed.
Jiang Yuyan didn't notice anything strange, thinking that she would have no chance of interacting with the Nanjiang family once she arrived at the General's Mansion, so she nodded and went out.
The middle-aged man was standing next to the two old men. When he saw Jiang Yuyan coming out, his face suddenly turned cold: "What are you doing out here?"
"...It doesn't matter to you, right?" Jiang Yuyan said calmly.
"I can't die!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, turned his head and looked into the distance.
Just at this time, Zhou and Yao came in. When they saw the middle-aged man, they were startled and saluted with clasped fists: "Master of the family."
The middle-aged man sneered and squinted at the two of them: "You are such an adult, and you are fooling around with Yan'er. How loyal you are!"
Zhou Dashan scratched his head and was a little embarrassed. Yao Sitong smiled slightly and remained calm.
"Okay, it's none of your business, go down!" The middle-aged man waved his hand.
Yao and Zhou looked at Jiang Yuyan with inquiring expressions. Jiang Yuyan nodded slightly: "Uncle Zhou, Uncle Yao, it doesn't matter."
The two nodded and headed to the east wing, glancing at the two old men sitting cross-legged on the snow.
At this time, the faces of the two old men looked ugly, as if they were covered with a layer of dust and dull, as if they had aged more than ten years and looked senile.
When the middle-aged man saw this strange situation, he felt extremely angry and glared at Jiang Yuyan bitterly.
Jiang Yuyan said: "It's better to listen to the master."
"Stop talking nonsense, don't hang around in front of me, and get out of here!" The middle-aged man waved his hands angrily, as if to ward off mosquitoes and flies, with a look of disgust on his face.
Jiang Yuyan took a deep breath, her chest heaved, stamped her feet and turned back to the main room.
Li Muchan had already gone back and sat down on the couch to do his exercises with his legs crossed.
He had been slapped twice just now. Both old men were extremely skilled. He had suffered internal injuries and had been suppressing them. At this time, he was using the Observation of Heaven and Human Spirits Sutra to slowly recover.
When he woke up, it was already early the next morning. The room was quiet and peaceful, but there were sounds outside. He closed his eyes slightly and looked down with the eyes of the sky. They were Zhou Yao and Jiang Yuyan practicing.
Feng Qianxi and Zhuer stood on the steps, watching with smiles and breathing the fresh air around them.
The heavy snow has stopped, the snow is covered with snow, and everything around is white. The snow in the yard has been removed, the ground is moist, and it looks fresh and full of life.
Li Muchan pondered for a moment, then walked out and joined in the practice.
The three of them wanted to avoid suspicion. In the martial arts world, it is taboo to peek at others practicing, but they were stopped by Li Muchan. He was not afraid of people watching his martial arts, so there was no need to avoid them.
Yao Zhou declined for a while and agreed. They wanted to know what kind of martial arts he practiced that could lead him to such a level at such a young age.
But when they saw Li Muchan practicing, they were disappointed. His moves were soft, lazy, incomprehensible, weird, and without any power at all. It seemed like an old man moving his hands and feet, or a child making blind gestures.
Even if you practice this kind of martial arts for a lifetime, it won't be very powerful and you can't use it to hit people.
Could it be that the master was afraid of being peeked and deliberately practiced like this? They later denied that the master's behavior was not like such a person.
In other words, this set of martial arts contains mysteries, but they are just incapable of comprehending it due to their lack of knowledge. They stared at Li Muchan closely, carefully studying every move.
After a while, I still had no results. Instead, I became more confused and simply gave up, just watching it as a fun.
Li Muchan practiced this practice for half an hour at a stretch. The sun rose a long distance in the sky and became bright and warm, shining warmly on his body.
Suddenly, his movements paused, the gray monk's robe suddenly bulged, and the man slowly rose up, with his feet one foot above the ground, as if someone above him was pulling him with an invisible rope.
Suspended in the air, Li Muchan slowly opened his mouth, raised his head, and a long roar suddenly rushed out of his chest and went straight to the sky.
The howling sound rolled like thunder in the sky, and the sound stopped the moving clouds.
Yao Zhouren's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly stepped behind Feng Qianxi and Jiang Yuyan.
One person put his hand on Feng Qianxi's vest, and the other put his hand on Jiang Yuyan's vest. The two of them protected the two women with one palm, and pushed forward with the other palm to resist the tidal pressure.
The invisible power was like a tide, wave after wave, getting stronger and stronger. The two of them blushed, and gradually felt tired. They hurriedly whispered: "Madam, Yuyan, let's go into the house!"
Jiang Yuyan put her hand on Zhuer's vest to protect her heart. The howling sound was like thunder, which made her eyes black. Perhaps it wasn't because of the gurgling heat coming from her vest that she would have been unconscious.
Just as they were about to make a move, the whistling suddenly stopped. Li Muchan landed on the ground and turned around to look over.
The second layer of the Nine Turns of Marrow Cleansing Meridian was formed, and his power doubled. At this time, his whole person was shining so brightly that people dared not look directly at him.