Hearing this, Li Muchan put down his bamboo chopsticks and stood up, walked a dozen steps, walked around two tables, came to a table near the window, and looked at the three of them with a smile.
There are three people, one old and two young. The old man's eyebrows are stained with frost, showing the color of dust, but his hands are stroking his long beard, his spirit is calm and his eyes are bright.
Sitting on his left is a young man, about 20 years old, with a square face, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a shiny black mustache on his lips. He is really handsome.
On the right is a handsome young man, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with thin eyebrows and narrow eyes. His eyes are small but energetic. No one would recognize him if he were dressed as a girl.
The three of them looked at Li Muchan warily. Fortunately, Li Muchan was smiling as warmly as the spring breeze, and he did not reveal any hostility.
Li Muchan clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Senior, two young heroes, please invite me. I am Li Zhanran, known as the Strange Hand Scholar."
He is still dressed as if he was fighting with Zhou Guangzu. He is not handsome in appearance, but he looks very pleasing to the eye and shows a bit of kindness. His left hand is like a piece of white jade, which is naturally displayed when he holds his fist, attracting people's attention.
The old man clasped his fists: "It turns out to be Li Shaoxia. I wonder if Li Shaoxia has any advice?"
He is wary in his heart but has an unchanging expression. He looks gentle and calm, with a smile on his face and no trace of hostility, which also gives people a great impression.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I heard the three of you talking about Taiyi Sect, so I wanted to inquire more about it."
The old man's face changed slightly, and he smiled and said, "Did Young Master Li hear it wrong? I didn't mention Taiyi Sect."
Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "You haven't asked your senior for his name yet?"
"I'm Fan Wenshan of Wanjianmen." The old man cupped his fists and said.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "It turns out to be Senior Fan from Wanjian Sect, whose name I have admired for a long time!"
He had vaguely heard of Fan Wenshan's name. When he was chatting with his senior sister Xiao Ruxue, he heard her talk about martial arts stories and the current situation in the world.
Xiao Ruxue casually talked about it, but Li Muchan had a photographic memory and remembered it as soon as he heard it. Fan Wenshan seemed to have a good reputation. If he could say it from Xiao Ruxue's mouth, he would be famous all his life.
Xiao Ruxue actually knew little about martial arts stories and was half jealous, because she rarely went down the mountain. She heard these stories from several uncles or her father Xiao Su. Besides, she only heard them from Li Muchan to show off.
She won't mention the character at all.
Fan Wenshan shook his head: "I don't dare to take it seriously, but Li Shaoxia, Taiyi Sect is the leader of the six sects today. I wonder why Li Shaoxia mentioned it?"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "It's nothing, I just admire that Brother He."
Fan Wenshan had a smile on his face. He forced a smile but did not answer. He knew that his words were heard clearly and it would be useless to say more.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Do you mind getting an extra pair of chopsticks?"
"Li Shaoxia, please take a seat." Fan Wenshan smiled and nodded.
Under the watchful eyes of the two young men, Li Muchan slowly sat down and asked the waiter to clean up his table and move them over.
The waiter finished it quickly and brought four dishes, one soup, and two jars of wine. Li Muchan ordered two more jars of good wine and said with a smile: "How can we have food without wine? The two little brothers are young and strong."
Sometimes, it doesn’t hurt to drink more wine.”
Fan Wenshan smiled and said: "It's better to drink less if you get drunk and get into trouble."
Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "How can people in the martial arts get drunk so easily? Come on, I haven't asked the names of the two little brothers yet."
The two glanced at Fan Wenshan, who nodded slightly.
The young man cupped his fists and said, "Ding Bin, this is my junior brother He Ruosong."
He Ruosong, who was as handsome as a virgin, clasped his fists and said loudly: "He Ruosong is so polite!"
Li Muchan cupped his fists and returned the gift, turned to Fan Wenshan and smiled: "Both two little brothers have great qualifications. Senior Fan is really lucky!"
Fan Wenshan shook his head: "It's all useless. It's ridiculous."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Senior Fan is so polite. Brother Ding's martial arts skills are better than those of others. Brother He is also very good. Senior Fan's training skills are admirable!"
Everyone likes to hear good things. Fan Wenshan smiled and said, "Everyone laughs."
The two young men also smiled and looked less wary when they looked at him.
After several people drank a jar of wine, they gradually started to talk freely. In the martial arts world, there are brothers all over the world. There are not many people who make friends when they meet someone they like. It is not too out of the ordinary.
Li Muchan put down the big bowl, shook his head and sighed: "Today's martial arts world, the six major sects dominate, and Taiyi Sect in particular dominates the world. They really don't let us stragglers live!"
When he spoke, his eyes were sideways, his mouth smelled of alcohol, he looked like he was tipsy, and his voice was a little higher.
Fan Wenshan was startled and tugged at his sleeve: "Brother Li, be careful what you say!"
Li Muchan pushed his hand away and snorted loudly: "I can't say anything anymore!?...Why, I just want to say, Taiyi Zong is a bastard, Taiyi Zong is shameless!"
Fan Wenshan said hurriedly: "Brother Li, please speak in a lower voice. Don't disturb everyone's meal!"
His face became stiff, and he was frightened by Li Muchan. He spoke ill of Taiyi Sect so loudly, which was really rare in the martial arts world.
Today's martial arts world is indeed dominated by Taiyi Sect. In terms of strength of the six major sects, Taiyi Sect alone is the largest, and the other five sects are no match for Taiyi Sect.
However, if the five sects merged into one, Taiyi Sect would not be an opponent, so Taiyi Sect was still restrained and did not go too far, so as not to annoy the five major sects.
At the same time, Taiyi Sect spared no effort to win over the divisions in order to prevent the five sects from uniting into one.
As an elder of Wanjian Sect, Fan Wenshan naturally knew these things. He seemed to accept Li Muchan, a master who suddenly appeared, but in fact he was still wary.
Hearing Li Muchan speak like this, his fear of Taiyi Sect made him change his face and his heart skipped a beat.
"Every one of the guys from Taiyi Sect is overbearing and overbearing. If they don't have a good character, I will scold anyone who has the guts to come out!" Li Muchan slammed the table and shouted loudly.
His voice was like a loud bell, and it immediately overwhelmed the crowd's noise. When they heard Li Muchan's words, they immediately looked at each other and looked this way.
Fan Wenshan hurriedly clasped his fists and circled his head: "I'm sorry, my friend is drunk and acting crazy. Don't blame me, don't blame me!"
People suddenly realized that he was a drunkard and had nothing to look at, so they turned around, everyone said their own words and ate their own food.
"Shut up!" suddenly shouted, like spring thunder exploding in everyone's ears.
When people looked around, they saw a young man in white clothes standing up slowly. His eyes were as sharp as the light of a sword, shining directly at Li Muchan. His aura was like an unsheathed sword, and he was as sharp as a sword.
This young man in white clothes is tall and thin, with a face like a crown of jade and eyes like cold stars. Dressed in white clothes, he looks spotless, just like a jade tree standing in the wind. Everyone secretly praised him for his talent.
Li Muchan turned around and looked over, narrowed his eyes slightly, and sneered: "What did you say?"
"I told you to shut up!" the young man in white said coldly.
Li Muchan laughed: "Are you a disciple of Taiyi Sect?"
"Yes, I'm Wang Heting of Taiyi Zong!" The young man in white said calmly.
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows: "Wang Heting? I seem to have heard of this name..."
Fan Wenshan said hurriedly: "Brother Li, Wang Heting is famous and a rising star of the Taiyi Sect. Don't offend me. Just stay with me!"
Li Muchan shook his head and laughed: "Aren't you going to accompany me? Hehe, the person you want me to accompany you is not even born yet! So what about Wang Heting! None of the Taiyi Sect guys are good!"
Wang Heting sneered: "Arrogant and ignorant guy!"
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Mo Da is talking big words. The rising star of the Taiyi Sect is just flattering everyone. Do you really think you are a person?... Everyone only cares about the face of the Taiyi Sect so they don't mess with you.
Do you really think you are very powerful? Bah!"
These words were sinister and vicious, and they directly stripped people's faces. As expected, Wang Heting's face darkened, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said coldly: "Seeking death!"
Li Muchan sneered: "Those who offend your Taiyi Sect are seeking death, right?"
"If you want to die, I will help you!" Wang Heting said coldly.
Li Muchan glanced at him sideways and said disdainfully: "Don't talk nonsense. If you have the courage, just come over and take action. I want to see what the Taiyi Sect disciples are really good at!"
"Okay, then I need to learn from you!" Wang Heting said coldly, picked up the long sword on the table, walked slowly to Li Muchan, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
Li Muchan proudly hugged his shoulders and looked at him sideways: "Li Zhanran, the scholar with strange hands!"
Fan Wenshan hurriedly clasped his fists and said: "Shaoxia Wang, he is drunk. Why should Shaoxia Wang see him like a drunkard? Just think that he is drunk and crazy, and what he says is crazy talk. Shaoxia Wang is trying his best. Don't be weird!"
"Who are you?" Wang Heting asked coldly.
Fan Wenshan cupped his fists and said, "I'm Fan Wenshan."
"Fan Wenshan..." Wang Heting frowned and said calmly: "Fan Wenshan, the elder of Wanjianmen?"
"Haha, it's the little old man." Fan Wenshan clasped his fists and smiled.
Wang Heting said calmly: "Are you friends with him?"
Fan Wenshan said: "Yes, we hit it off and became friends at first sight!"
He secretly complained in his heart that Wanjian Sect couldn't afford to offend Taiyi Sect. Wanjianmen's name was impressive, but it was just a second-rate sect. It couldn't be compared with Taiyi Sect at all. If they wanted to destroy Wanjian Sect, they could just snap their fingers.
In one stroke.
But he couldn't cower and let Li Muchan and Wang Heting take action without trying to dissuade him. In that case, his reputation would be over. How would his two apprentices view him?
"Step aside, this matter has nothing to do with you!" Wang Heting said coldly.
Fan Wenshan secretly cursed in his heart, the people of Taiyi Sect were really overbearing and spoke in such a bossy tone. If he listened, wouldn't he become his subordinate?!
He smiled slightly and said: "Wang Shaoxia, you are a high disciple of Taiyi Sect and you are magnanimous. Why do you have to meet him like a drunkard and humiliate your identity?"
Seeing this, Li Muchan secretly praised Fan Wenshan for being rare, and laughed: "Brother Fan, just sit on the wall and watch how I deal with the disciples of Taiyi Sect. Hey, they guys really think that the martial arts people in the world are easy to bully.
Killed their slaves!"
"Brother Li, just tell me a story!" Fan Wenshan said with a bitter smile.
Li Muchan shook his head and said: "I want to teach this kid a lesson and let him understand that we are not really afraid of them, but we just find it troublesome, so we are avoiding them, so as to prevent Taiyi Sect from taking advantage of them and causing trouble!"
Hearing his words, the surrounding martial arts people secretly applauded, but they were intimidated by the majesty of Taiyi Sect and did not dare to shout out. However, they all stared at him excitedly, with bright eyes.
Fan Wenshan sighed, feeling happy that there was a step down that would allow him to go against the people of Taiyi Sect. He really didn't have the courage to do so. His own life and death was a small matter, and it only concerned two other disciples of Wanjian Sect.
Then it’s best to compromise!
Li Muchan hummed: "Wang, let's draw a path. Do you want to compete with fists and kicks or swordsmanship?"
"Swordsmanship!" Wang Heting said solemnly.
Li Muchan sneered: "You want to die, then I will help you!"
He slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist, but it was a dark long sword, but it was not his Mo Feng, but another sword.
This was a gift from Shui Yunyan of Yubing Pavilion, and it matched his identity so as not to be spotted.
Wang Heting slowly drew his sword. The sword was bright and a faint cold air filled the air. At first glance, he knew it was a sword. The disciples of Taiyi Sect were indeed wealthy, and people secretly sighed.
As soon as he pulled out the sword, Wang Heting's whole person changed. All the previous impetuousness and cold arrogance completely disappeared. It was as if he had changed into a different person, becoming as gentle and calm as a pool of spring water.
When he raised his sword, he stood there calmly and calmly, with the air of a master. Fan Wenshan secretly took a breath, he was indeed a disciple of Taiyi Sect!
Looking at Li Muchan again, after he drew his sword, there was no change in his temperament. He was still as normal as before, looking sideways at Wang Heting in a nonchalant manner.
Li Muchan raised his sword and snorted: "My surname is Wang, although my name is Strange Hand Scholar, my sword skills are no worse than my boxing skills... Come on, I want you to understand that Taiyi Sect disciples are not the best in heaven."
Proud son!"
Wang Heting felt that his words were extremely harsh. He couldn't bear to listen anymore and shouted: "Look at the sword!"
The light of the sword flashed, turning into a bit of cold light and piercing Li Muchan's chest. However, Li Muchan drew his sword and turned it into a sword, slashing straight through.
He did not dodge or dodge, it was a lose-lose style of play. Wang Heting was shocked and was beyond his expectation. He had no choice but to avoid it and had to change his moves midway.
Li Muchan took advantage of the situation and took a step forward, swung his sword and slashed down like a rainbow.
Wang Heting didn't have time to use his second move. When he saw the sword light covering his bottom, he had no choice but to take a step and avoid it again, feeling extremely angry.
He had always taken the initiative when fighting with others, but now he was suppressed and beaten by others as soon as he made a move. He was really depressed. He drew the sword a few seconds faster, and the murderous intention surged.
Li Muchan chuckled and said, "A disciple of Taiyi Sect is nothing more than that!"
While he was speaking, his feet changed. He approached again and struck straight down. The long sword completely transformed into a long sword, and the sword was like a white rainbow.
Wang Heting sneered, and suddenly the sword light brightened and turned into a ball of silver light, blocking the top of his head.
"Ding ding ding ding..." In a series of clear sounds, the two men's swords intersected, and it seemed that a dozen swords were exchanged in a moment.
Li Muchan stepped forward without any intention of retreating and kept attacking, but Wang Heting kept retreating, his face was ashen and his eyes were yellow.
He didn't expect that he would actually be at a disadvantage in the hard fight. This person looked arrogant in his words, but he had the ability to be arrogant. His internal strength was extremely deep, and he was even better than him.
It seems that if he wants to win, he can only attack with long attacks and give full play to his own advantages. He can't take action casually. He took a deep breath, his livid face became serious, and he stared at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan laughed while attacking wildly: "Disciples of Taiyi Sect, disciples of Taiyi Sect are like this, haha..."
He suppressed Wang Heting and attacked wildly, clearly having the upper hand. From the previous style of losing both sides to the current wild attack, he took the lead step by step. He won purely by military skills, not by overwhelming martial arts.
However, as a result, everyone became more and more impressed. They immediately cheered and cheered. They were so excited that they didn't care about the disciples of Taiyi Sect. Anyway, the law does not blame everyone. There are many people who applauded here. People from Taiyi Sect
Can you remember them all?
Li Muchan laughed and said: "Wang, listen, listen to everyone's cheers, you know how unpopular your Taiyi Sect is!"
Wang Heting moved his sword to resist the dense sword light. Wu Xia was distracted and could only sneer a few times, his face so gloomy that he could drip water.
The internal power on Li Muchan's sword was extremely strange, and Wang Heting's internal power and mental skills were wonderful, but he was unable to turn defeat into victory and defy this declining trend.
Taiyi Sect's mental method is exquisite, endless, and full of tenacity. It is almost difficult to destroy. As long as you persist, you can always turn defeat into victory.
But this time when he met Li Muchan, it was like meeting his nemesis. The internal force on Li Muchan's sword was extremely weird, like an electric current. The internal force penetrated into his hand, and half of his body went numb. He was busy using his kung fu to dispel it, and had no time to change his moves.
Able to cope passively.
He secretly gritted his teeth and held on, wanting to hold on until Li Muchan's internal strength was exhausted. He was strong, weak, and exhausted. If Li Muchan couldn't defeat him in one fell swoop, that would be his chance to win!
Li Muchan has reached the ninth level of the Diamond Transformation Rainbow Sutra. His physical strength continues to grow, and he is truly powerful. The combination of his physical strength and internal strength forms a unique internal energy. He is groping for it.
I want to explore its mysteries.
However, it is still too early to fully understand its secrets. I have been conducting research with Zhao Mingyue. The two of them stimulated each other and made great progress. Although they could not fully understand its secrets, they were able to use it initially.
This unique inner energy is quite magical. If you want to get rid of this energy, if you rely solely on internal energy, you need a unique method, which outsiders don't know.
Zhao Mingyue participated in research with him and knew the method to resolve it, otherwise it would be difficult to persist in fighting with him.
Wang Heting's own cultivation was far inferior to him. Although he deliberately restrained several layers of internal strength, he still used this unique internal strength to beat Wang Heting without the ability to fight back.
He was using Wang Heting as an experiment. The Taiyi Sect's martial arts were exquisite, but he was unsure whether the Taiyi Sect's martial arts could break his own inner strength.
After these moves, Wang Heting struggled to hold on, but he still couldn't relieve his inner strength. Li Muchan felt quite disappointed, and his movements became faster and faster, and the spring rain turned into a violent storm.
"Ding..." A long sword flew up and was inserted into the gray pillar in the middle. The snow-white sword tip trembled.
Li Muchan stood with his sword in hand. The tip of the sword was pointed an inch in front of Wang Heting's throat. He looked at him calmly and smacked the corner of his mouth: "High disciple of Taiyi Sect, you have been defeated!"
Wang Heting's face was gloomy, his eyes were dark, and he stared at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Hey, you are still not convinced. Is this the style of your Taiyi Sect? You still won't admit it when you lose?"
"You are cheating!" Wang Heting said coldly.
Li Muchan looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. After laughing a few times, he shook his head: "A soldier never tires of deceit. If I want to kill you, you are already dead. You can only say this to King Yama——!"
Everyone around burst into laughter and shook their heads. People in the martial arts world must abide by the rules when it comes to sparring, but they must do so openly and openly.
Wang Heting looks like this, he really can't afford to lose. A man must be able to take things up and let them go, and be open-minded. If he loses, he loses. If his skills are not as good as others, he can just go back and practice hard. If you make excuses like this, you can't afford to lose.
It's really despising.
Wang Heting sneered: "Do you think I lost?"
He suddenly slapped the tip of Li Muchan's sword with a palm, and there was a crisp "ding" sound. The palm was extremely fast, and Li Muchan seemed to be unprepared, and the sword swung away.
Li Muchan's expression remained unchanged, he returned the sword to its sheath and swatted it away with his left palm.
There was a muffled "bang" and his palms crossed. Li Muchan stood firmly on the spot, but Wang Heting staggered back three steps, his face flushed as if he was drunk.
Li Muchan looked at him sideways: "Why, you still want to fight?"
Wang Heting stared at him coldly, with a stubborn and proud look on his face: "What a weird scholar, he is really powerful, I am not as good as you!"
Li Muchan nodded: "It's good if you know!"
"I'm not as good as you, but I'm just the most ordinary among the disciples of our sect!" Wang Heting said coldly.
Li Muchan laughed, shook his head and said, "You don't mean to say that although I defeated you, it will not damage the prestige of Taiyi Sect, right?"
"Yes, I lost to you not because our sect's martial arts are inferior to yours!" Wang Heting said coldly, with an arrogant look on his face.
Li Muchan laughed and shook his head: "I have really seen through your Taiyi Sect's face, okay, get out of here!"
Wang Heting's face was cold, and he gritted his teeth and said: "The gift given today will be repaid generously in the future!"
Li Muchan sneered and said: "Just go back and practice for a few years. Taiyi Sect's martial arts are pretty good, but you people are so impatient that you all rush out to show off your power before you have mastered it. It's really funny!"
Wang Heting sneered, strode to the pillar, and pulled out his long sword. Li Muchan said calmly: "Keep the sword!"
Wang Heting turned to stare at him, and Li Muchan smiled lightly: "This is my trophy!"
Wang Heting's eyes were like eyes, he glared at Li Muchan viciously, then turned around and left after a while.