Li Muchan stood on a branch of a tree, watching Zhao Hanshi and eight people carrying five people out, then mounted his horse and went down through the woods.
He moved like a ghost, from one tree to another, calculating the route of the eight people, and finally hid his essence and spirit, hiding under a tree like a stone.
There was the sound of horse hooves, but the path in the forest was narrow, so they could only line up in a long snake shape, with one in front and one behind, with Zhao Hanshi in the middle. One person in the front and one person in the back rode alone, scanning the surroundings with bright eyes without losing their vigilance.
They are veterans of the rivers and lakes, and they can sail a boat that lasts for thousands of years.
When the knight on the horse turned his head and looked to the left, Li Muchan suddenly dodged and silently reached under the horse's belly from the right, and then slowly put his arm on the knight's leg.
The internal force struck him like lightning, instantly making him stiff and sealing his acupuncture points, and then he turned over and hid in the woods, making no sound, and with the sound of horse hooves, no one noticed.
The knight sat on the horse with his head bowed. At first glance, he looked normal, as if he was deep in thought.
Zhao Hanshi didn't notice anything strange. He looked around, but didn't pay attention to what was behind him. Li Muchan did the same thing and restrained the two of them again without any sound.
Rushing out of the woods in a blink of an eye, Zhao Hanshi reined in his horse, and the horses stood still without their owners reining in the reins.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" There were three muffled sounds, and the three knights who had their acupuncture points fell off their horses one by one and fell to the ground motionless.
Zhao Hanshi turned his head in shock, saw this and shouted hurriedly: "Be alert!"
The other four people dismounted, ignoring their seriously injured companions, and gathered around Zhao Hanshi. The five of them formed a group and scanned the surroundings with bright eyes.
Zhao Hanshi sneered: "Who is so secretive and plotting? How dare you come out and see me!"
Li Muchan appeared in front of everyone, smiled and said: "Elder Zhao is polite."
"You...you are a disciple of the Canghai Sect?!" Zhao Hanshi frowned, recognizing Li Muchan.
Li Muchan said: "Why does Elder Zhao need to wade into this muddy water?"
Zhao Hanshi sneered: "I've lost my sight!"
He didn't expect that an ordinary young man could actually be a master.
His heart moved, and he sneered: "Are you Zhanran, the dual-sword monk?"
Li Muchan nodded: "That's right."
"What a dual-sword monk, but he hides his secrets. Are you here to hunt me down?" Zhao Hanshi looked at Li Muchan, shook his head and sneered: "You, a mere person, want to kill me?"
"And me." Wen Yinyue suddenly appeared in front of Li Muchan.
Zhao Hanshi shook his head: "You two juniors, haha...disciples of the Canghai Sect, your tone is really quite serious!"
Li Muchan turned to look at Wen Yinyue: "Senior sister, why are you here?"
"Uncle, I don't trust you." Wen Yinyue stared at Zhao Hanshi and said lightly.
Li Muchan said: "If I can beat you, I will fight. If I can't, then I won't fight. If there is anything to worry about, senior sister, please go back first."
"Let's go back together." Wen Yinyue said.
Li Muchan shook his head: "Uncle, there will be a bloody disaster, you go back first."
"The calamity of blood and light?" Wen Yinyue turned around and looked over.
Li Muchan sighed: "It's just pure intuition. My uncle won't believe it even if I tell him. Please help me keep an eye on my uncle."
"Let's go back together and ignore these people." Wen Yinyue frowned.
Li Muchan glanced at Zhao Hanshi, then at Wen Yinyue, nodded slowly, turned around and was about to leave, a sneer sounded: "What a crazy boy, you can come and go when you want. Hehe, are you looking down on us?"
Li Muchan frowned, glanced at Zhao Hanshi, and said calmly: "Do we have to decide the winner?"
"That's not necessary!" Zhao Hanshi sneered, suddenly jumped up, and rushed towards Li Muchan like an eagle, with his hands like eagle claws reaching towards Li Muchan's head.
Li Muchan looked at him coldly, motionless, his shoulders slightly drooped.
Zhao Hanshi had excellent Qinggong and his moves were extremely fast. His hands were in front of him instantly. Li Muchan stretched out his shoulders and pointed his fingertips towards Zhao Hanshi.
"Chi!" Amidst the sharp roar, several fingers shot out.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhao Hanshi turned over and flew upside down. A black light flashed around his waist and turned into a black light that filled the sky to protect himself.
The black light suddenly disappeared, he fell straight like a stone, and the black sword flew away into the grass.
There was a muffled "bang" sound, and he fell to the ground like a rag bag. He kicked his legs twice and remained motionless. Two blood holes in his chest were bleeding.
Li Muchan's fingers were both empty and real, yin and yang, but he couldn't avoid them, and his middle finger died.
Zhao Hanshi had great martial arts skills and was keenly aware of danger, but because he was too close and tried to avoid him, he could only drink his hatred and die.
In the final analysis, it was Li Muchan who was bold and relied on the indestructible magical power of the Vajra. He waited until his opponent's moves were old enough to use the Canghai Divine Sword to unleash its maximum power.
As soon as Zhao Hanshi died, the expressions of the remaining seven people changed. They wanted to take action but were wary of Li Muchan's unpredictable fingering skills, and were unwilling to do anything else.
While hesitating, Li Muchan and Wen Yinyue had already left.
Wen Yinyue's feet fluttered as if she were riding the wind, and she said calmly: "Junior brother, if you get rid of this person, my uncle will be happy. He is my uncle's mortal enemy."
"Oh——?" Li Muchan smiled and said, "This is an unexpected surprise."
"Not good!" His face sank, his smile turned into a gloomy one, and he flashed into the room, only to see a green shadow entangling Master Zhumei.
"Tsk——!" Li Muchan pointed out while standing in the air.
Qingying suddenly quickened his body, knocked away Master Zhumei with one palm, and got out of the window. Li Muchan followed closely. When he got out of the window, the figure was already a hundred meters away.
Li Muchan shouted angrily: "Stop!"
"Haha..." With a loud laugh, the green shadow went into the woods. Li Muchan closed his eyes and walked quickly. Looking down with his eyes in the void, this person's body was as fast as a wisp of light smoke.
In the blink of an eye, he was pulled down two hundred meters. The speed of this man's qinggong was unbelievable.
He wanted to use the Lantern Technique, but he had scruples. He stamped his feet angrily and turned back to the house. Master Zhumei sat cross-legged on the ground, and Wen Yinyue sat cross-legged behind her, with her palms touching her vest.
Li Muchan frowned, Master Zhumei's face was white without any blood, and Wen Yinyue's clothes swayed slowly, undulating like ocean waves.
"Senior Brother Zhanran." Li Xiaoshui came over, a little scared.
Li Muchan patted her shoulder and comforted her: "It doesn't matter, that person has left."
"This man is so powerful." Li Xiaoshui blinked his big eyes and sighed, "I can't see clearly at all. What does he look like?"
Li Muchan shook his head. This man's head was covered with a green scarf, only a pair of cold star-like eyes were exposed, sparkling with lightning, and his expression was menacing.
Li Wudi came over and pulled Li Xiaoshui away to prevent her from getting entangled.
While Li Muchan was dealing with Li Xiaoshui, he stared at the field closely, feeling a little guilty in his heart. He should not have left his uncle, otherwise his uncle would not have received this slap.
He glanced at everyone and said warmly: "Uncles, please adjust your breathing first. There may be a fierce battle later. It doesn't matter, uncle."
Everyone nodded and sat down cross-legged to adjust their breathing. With the Good Fortune Pill, no matter how serious the injury was, there was no danger of life. They were not too worried about Master Zhumei.
As time passed, five lotus flowers faintly appeared around Wen Yinyue, surrounding her and Master Zhumei. The lotus flowers were looming and shadowy, like lotus flowers projected on the water.
Li Xiaoshui's eyes widened in surprise.
Li Wudi also looked over in surprise and sighed secretly, Fairy Leng Lian was indeed well-deserved, and her appearance was only due to her internal strength reaching a certain level.
Li Muchan frowned. It was obvious that the senior sister had tried her best but was struggling a little. He turned around and sat behind Wen Yinyue, pressed her vest and used up the internal energy.
Internal energy gurgled in, and Wen Yinyue kept absorbing his internal energy without any sign of stopping. Li Muchan began to use the Tianyuan Breathing Technique to maintain consumption.
He was multitasking, channeling his inner energy while thinking about the man in Tsing Yi just now.
This person is a top expert in light kung fu, wonderful moves, and strong internal strength. If it were him, he could barely cope with it. He might be able to draw even with the Burning Lamp Technique. The only one who wants to win is the King of Ming Dynasty.
Such a person actually made a sneak attack. Could it be that he had some deep grudge against Uncle Zhumei, or that he had an ulterior motive and was also looking for the Dragon Slaying Secret Book?
He was puzzled by the explanation, so he quickly put his thoughts away and concentrated on the Tianyuan Breathing and Inhalation Technique.
About half an hour later, Li Muchan slowly stopped the exercise, Wen Yinyue also slowly retracted her palms, Master Zhumei opened her eyes and let out a long breath.
Li Muchan blamed himself: "Uncle, you all blame me..."
Master Zhumei waved his hand, shook his head and sighed: "Why do you blame me? It's because that person's martial arts is too strong."
"Uncle, can you recognize who it is?" Li Muchan asked.
Master Zhumei nodded slowly and glanced at everyone. They all stopped adjusting their breath and looked here.
She sighed and said helplessly: "Murong Cang!"
"Murong Cang... is he from the Murong family?" Li Muchan asked.
Wen Yinyue frowned: "Murong Cang, the head of the Murong family? Master, you can't be wrong, right?"
"I recognize this guy even if he turned into ashes!" Master Zhumei sneered.
Wen Yinyue and Li Muchan looked at each other and whispered: "Murong Cang is the head of the Murong family and the father of Murong Hao."
"No wonder he has such martial arts skills." Li Muchan nodded.
Master Zhumei sneered: "His martial arts skills are not weak, but his character is poor and sneaky!"
Li Muchan said: "Since he has such martial arts, why would he attack Master Tai secretly?"
Master Zhumei gave him a blank look: "How do I know what he thinks? This person is very weird!"
Li Muchan knew there was something going on at the first sight. He turned to look at Wen Yinyue, saw her wink, and said, "Uncle, I'm fine. I'm lucky!"
"Hmph, why does he still want to kill me?!" Master Zhumei curled his lips and waved his hands: "Okay, what did you do when you went out just now?"
Master Zhumei's eyes lit up: "Zhao Hanshi is dead?"
Li Muchan nodded, Master Zhumei smiled broadly and laughed out loud.
She was usually calm and kind, but now her expression was vivid, as if she were a different person. Li Muchan secretly sighed, people should not just look at their appearance, only after getting along with them for a long time can they know who they really are.