Xu Xiaorou glared and hummed: "Who are you kidding me? If Junior Brother Li can win, he can win!"
"Let's make a bet!" the burly young man chuckled.
"Okay, what's the bet?!" Xu Xiaorou did not hesitate.
"How about betting on a Peiyuan Pill?" said the burly young man.
Xu Xiaorou nodded: "Okay, just one Yuan Pei Dan!"
The burly young man glanced at Li Muchan who was in a daze, laughed proudly, and took a few steps back while Xu Xiaorou didn't get angry, and went to the other side.
Xu Xiaorou stamped her feet angrily and snorted: "A dog looks down on others!"
Zhang Qiaoyi shook her head and said: "Rou'er, you..."
"I won't allow him to look down on Junior Brother Li like this!" Xu Xiaorou snorted.
Zhang Qiaoyi disagreed: "Junior Brother Ba obviously used a trick to provoke the generals, but you fell for it!"
"I don't believe in evil!" Xu Xiaorou snorted.
As they were talking, Elder Sheng's voice came from above: "Number 9 vs. Number 25!"
Xu Xiaorou hurriedly pulled at Li Muchan's sleeve: "Junior Brother Li, it's your turn!"
Li Muchan's body trembled, his eyes regained clarity, and he slowly turned his head: "Senior Sister Xu...?"
"It's your turn." Xu Xiaorou cooed and stared at him fiercely: "Junior brother, you can only win this time and not lose, otherwise, I will ignore you again!"
Li Muchan smiled and nodded slowly. He didn't believe that Senior Sister Xu would ignore him, but she wanted to win so much, so naturally she couldn't disappoint Senior Sister Xu.
He kicked up his legs and jumped up to the high platform. He first cupped his fists to Elder Sheng, then turned around and cupped his fists to everyone. He smiled and watched Han Yuzhu fall down the stage, and Yingying came closer.
Her expression was cold, and her cold eyes swept across his face.
"Senior Sister Han, please give me some advice!" Li Muchan clasped his fists.
Han Yuzhu said calmly: "Let's take action!"
Li Muchan drew out his two swords, placed them in front of him, and shouted: "That's trespassing!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the right sword turned into a rainbow and swept towards him. It seemed slow, but it was cruel and accurate. Han Yuzhu frowned and could only take a step back.
This sword was so natural that it had no flaws. It could only be cut head-on, and she didn't like to fight head-on with others.
Li Muchan was unwilling to give up. He took a step forward and swung his left sword again, and followed it up with the sword without any pause. He wanted to suppress her sword force and prevent her from drawing the sword. He saw through Han Yuzhu's habit of not liking to confront others head-on.
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He stabbed one after another, left and right, continuously, Han Yuzhu kept retreating, and in the blink of an eye he struck ten times, and Han Yuzhu took ten steps back, causing everyone to talk.
Although Li Muchan's sword skills were excellent, the fire was too shallow after all, but he was able to force Han Yuzhu back. They were surprised and understood Li Muchan's method, and secretly sighed that it was clever.
They immediately shook their heads. This method could not defeat Han Yuzhu. Han Yuzhu was so easy to deal with, so he was no longer a sixth-grade master. However, Junior Brother Li was really smart, and it was rare to think of this.
Han Yuzhu's beautiful face turned gloomy. She was forced to do this by a junior disciple who had just started. Even if she won, her face would be dull. She snorted softly, and the sword light flashed, illuminating Li Muchan's eyes.
As soon as her thoughts came to her mind, Li Muchan sensed something bad and secretly screamed that something was wrong. He sharply retracted his left sword and formed a screen of light around his body. He slashed down with his right sword again, attacking and defending.
"Ding..." The swords met.
The knife screen stagnated for a moment, then the right knife rotated and cut back horizontally.
Han Yuzhu's face changed slightly. The power coming from the sword surprised her. She didn't expect that the junior disciple who had just started to have such great power could almost lose her hand with the sword.
She hesitated for a moment, just as the long knife was slashing across her, she had no choice but to retreat, avoid the blade, and attack again.
Li Muchan defended with one sword and attacked with the other. The long sword contained huge power, which was purely physical strength and even the power of Yang Zhi.
Han Yuzhu's swordsmanship is delicate and strange, often thrusting from incredible directions, but Li Muchan's sword protects his body like a turtle shell, seamless and drillable.
In order to stab Li Muchan, she must first collide with the light of the sword. At the time of the collision, Li Muchan's other sword followed, forcing her to retreat.
Repeatedly, after more than ten moves, her fair face turned red, her eyes flashed coldly, and she became even more angry. If she continued like this, she would be laughed to death.
She gritted her teeth and glared at Li Muchan bitterly. The sword suddenly started to tremble and buzz, as if it was alive and ready to move.
Xu Xiaorou exclaimed: "No, it's the moth to fire sword style!"
The other two women looked solemn and stared at the field.
"No, we have to ask junior brother to come down!" Xu Xiaorou said urgently.
Zhang Qiaoyi shook her head: "Don't worry, Elder Sheng is here and won't hurt Junior Brother Li!"
He Ruoshui pursed his lips, frowned and said, "The moth flies towards the fire sword too quickly, I'm afraid Elder Sheng won't be able to do it in time!"
"If Elder Sheng is too late, he will stop drinking. Don't worry." Zhang Qiaoyi shook her head, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she stared at the court.
When Li Muchan saw Han Yuzhu's strange behavior, he felt awe-struck, and the hairs all over his body suddenly stood up. A cold air rose up from his back, rising from the tail gate, along the spine through the pun, and up to the jade pillow.
His mind cleared, his eyes stared, and suddenly his sword technique changed, from the previous attack and defense to full defense, with two swords in front of him at the same time, one yin and one yang, one hard and one soft, one slow and one quick.
Forming two layers of knife light.
As soon as he changed his moves, a bright sword light lit up, so bright and dazzling that people couldn't help but squint their eyes to avoid being burned by the light.
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"Ding ding ding ding ding..." A series of clear chimes sounded in the scorching light, like rain hitting banana trees, dense and dense.
Li Muchan swung his sword and retreated quickly. Waves of surging power came from the sword, almost making his meridians explode. Fortunately, his meridians were strong and could withstand it.
These internal forces collided with each other and were directly directed to his feet by Li Muchan using the technique of shifting and grafting. Each step back left a footprint.
This turbulent internal force was so cold that it was cold. He had practiced Canghai Sheng Gong, which was a feminine mental method. His meridians were adapted to it, so he could withstand it.
Li Muchan retreated from the center to the edge. If he retreated further, he would fall out, and he would lose.
Li Muchan seemed to be able to see behind him and stop at the critical moment. No matter how bright the sword light was or how violent the attack, his feet remained motionless.
After more than a dozen swords were passed, his feet sank to his ankles, and the sword light finally dimmed. Han Yuzhu stood with the sword in hand, panting and staring at him.
Her fair face became paler and bloodless, and her eyes were dim, as if she had not recovered from a serious illness and was a bit haggard.
His chest was heaving violently, sweat was dripping from his forehead, and he stared at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan pulled out his feet, cupped his fists and said, "Senior Sister Han, do you still want to fight?"
He was also gasping for air. This violent attack made him breathless, his arms were numb, and his whole body ached.
Although the meridians can hold up, they are washed away by internal forces, just like being pricked by needles.
"Come on!" Han Yuzhu snorted, straightened up, raised his sword, and pointed it at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan saw that she was weak and could be knocked down by a gust of wind. He thought for a moment, returned the sword to its sheath, cupped his fists and said, "Young man can't fight anymore. Senior Sister Han, I lose this fight!"
After saying that, he clasped his fists, then clasped his fists at Elder Sheng, and jumped to Xu Xiaorou's side.
He met Xu Xiaorou's concerned gaze and said sheepishly: "Senior Sister Xu, I lost!"
Xu Xiaorou glanced at Han Yuzhu, who was standing blankly above, and rolled her eyes at him: "Humph, you lost?... Brat, I really didn't see it, but you are a compassionate person!"
Li Muchan touched his nose and smiled bitterly: "I really lost my strength, my hands are still shaking!"
He spread his palms and shook them twice.
"Pah!" Xu Xiaorou raised her hand and slapped him, knocking both of his palms off, and hummed: "You pity flowers and cherish jade, but you cost me a Peiyuan Pill!"
Li Muchan said hurriedly: "It just so happens that the Peiyuan Pill I have there is of no use. Give it back to Senior Sister!"
"Hmm——!" Xu Xiaorou's eyes widened and she said fiercely: "It's useless?...Am I unnecessary and giving you useless things?"
Li Muchan smiled bitterly: "Who would have thought that I would not be able to use the Ancient Qi Training Technique, Lake Master, because I cannot use the Peiyuan Pill? It's just because I can't take advantage of my senior sister, so I am not blessed!"
Senior Sister Xu is usually gentle, but it's a bit strange to be so unruly today.
Xu Xiaorou hummed: "Who told him to pity Huahua and cherish jade? Looking at him honestly, Huahua's heart feels a lot!"
"Junior Brother Li did the right thing, this scene is completely different." Zhang Qiaoyi said.
Xu Xiaorou said no more and still gave Li Muchan a fierce look.
Li Muchan smiled and thought it was funny. Senior Sister Xu seemed to be jealous. Could it be that she liked him?
He didn't use his mental powers. He was delighted when the powers first appeared, but later found out that something was wrong. After seeing through people's hearts, there was no fun in living, and there was no beauty. Now he tries to use it as little as possible.
Xu Xiaorou rolled her eyes at him: "What are you looking at! Look up!"
Only then did Li Muchan realize that he had been staring at her blankly. He smiled sheepishly and turned to look at the stage. Han Yuzhu was returning his sword to its sheath. He gave him a fierce look and left without saying a word.
Elder Sheng glanced at her and said nothing more: "No. 9 and No. 25 are tied. They are all out. No. 10 and No. 26 are on stage!"
If two people tie, even if they both lose, this is to avoid cheating.
Xu Xiaorou laughed: "Elder Sheng is so discerning, it's just a tie!"
Li Muchan shook his head and said: "Both sides will suffer, it's not worth it!"
Xu Xiaorou turned her head and rolled her eyes at him: "Stop talking nonsense!"
Li Muchan touched his nose and smiled. Zhang Qiaoyi said: "Rou'er, don't be unreasonable. I think junior brother did a good job!"
Xu Xiaorou snorted, knowing that she was unreasonably disturbing the situation.
Next, people kept coming up to fight, which was more exciting than the previous Huang Lei. Only when you meet your opponent can you really use your unique skills. Li Muchan watched mesmerized, absorbing their moves eagerly.
He had all their moves burned into his mind as if they were on video, and he was going to slowly play them back and study them when he went back to learn from the best of them.
Studying these will be of great benefit to his understanding of swordsmanship, and he can even add some tricks into his swordsmanship to continuously improve his swordsmanship.
His great-uncle Lan Chunhe forced him to retreat and evolved the Nine Palms into the Nine Swords. This had a great influence on him and made him no longer hindered in developing new techniques.
Ordinary masters think about how to understand the original martial arts and practice the martial arts more refinedly. They refer to other people's martial arts just to be able to use their own martial arts to crack it, which is beneficial to the understanding of the original martial arts. The same moves,
With different understandings, the power exerted is also different.
But they will not change their martial arts rashly.
Each set of martial arts is the essence of the wisdom of the past, and has been carefully studied by generations of masters. It is a big deal if future generations can fully understand it, but it is disrespectful to dare to take a step beyond it.
Li Muchan did not have this concept. Lan Chunhe's original teachings directly changed his concept. It is not just talk about a master's creation of a high disciple.
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At the end of the day, the four rounds of the Heaven, Earth, Xuanhuang, and Heaven were over, and the winner was a ninth-grade disciple named Xia Wufeng. He was a handsome young man, known as the number one prodigy in Star Lake.
Among the disciples who are full of prodigies in Xinghu Xiaozhu, the one who can be called a prodigy is the most prodigy among the prodigies. It is said that he is the youngest ninth-grade disciple.
Most of the other ninth-grade disciples hid in the mountains, or left the small buildings to wander outside, and rarely showed up. Most of them were quite young and had no intention of joining in the fun, so they did not come to fight.
Li Muchan stared at Xia Wufeng and marveled in his heart. His martial arts skills were extraordinary. Every move and style was simple and not subtle at all, yet he was able to defeat the enemy.
His opponent's moves were unparalleled. Every time he looked at a move, it was like drinking mellow wine. He felt so wonderful that he couldn't stop even a single move.
Xia Wufeng was able to use extremely simple tricks to resolve the problem, and his martial arts reached the state of reducing simplicity and returning to the true nature. His great skill seemed to be clumsy, his brilliance was reduced to dullness, and complexity was reduced to simplicity, which was an extremely high state.
Li Muchan thought to himself that he was far behind. His skills had not yet reached the peak of brilliance. He wanted to return to mediocrity. The journey was long and he didn't know when he would get there.
Geniuses are indeed geniuses, but I am not really a genius.
He previously relied on his ability to observe the divine scriptures, relics, and supernatural powers, and was somewhat proud of himself. Now that he saw the martial arts of the brothers and sisters on the stage, he felt ashamed.
The whole small building was hung with red lanterns and was full of joy. Many disciples bought firecrackers from Xiushui City and set them off, making the island a little more lively than usual.
Li Muchan felt a little melancholy, thinking about what would happen to Canghai Mountain at this time, what Master was doing, what Senior Sister Mei and Senior Sister Wen were doing, and whether they would miss him.
He left the yard and walked up the mountain, wanting to relax.
A man was walking on a rugged mountain. When he reached the mountainside, he looked down at the scenery below. The lake was like a mirror, and the woods beside it were full of greenery. It was really a beautiful scenery.
His mind couldn't help but feel relaxed, and he suddenly turned his head and looked up, only to see a young man in blue shirt standing on the cliff above, wearing hunting clothes.
Li Muchan took a closer look and saw that it was Xia Wufeng, the ninth-grade disciple who had won the first place.
He was very interested, stepped hard on his feet, and used Qing Gong to climb up. There was no path under his feet, only rugged rocks or gloomy trees. Without Qing Gong, it was difficult to move forward.