He held swords in both hands, looked up to the sky and laughed several times, heartily.
This angered all the big men, and the yellow-faced man shouted angrily: "The little monk is so arrogant, who is going to teach him a lesson?!"
"I'll do it!" shouted a loud voice, and the crowd parted a crack, and a man like a stick floated out, stopping on the steps and looking down at Li Muchan.
He was tall and thin, half a head taller than Li Muchan. Standing on the steps, Li Muchan only reached his shoulders and had to look up.
He had a bitter face with a few pockmarks, long eyebrows, one black and one white, and he held a strange long sword in his left hand, which shone with a cold light.
"Haha, Zhao Mazi, get rid of him!" The yellow-faced man pursed his lips and laughed: "I'll make meat buns in the morning!"
"Okay!" The pock-marked man nodded and looked at Li Muchan expressionlessly.
Li Muchan looked at him and felt that he was looking at a dead person, which was quite captivating.
Li Muchan turned away and looked at the sword in his hand.
He held the sword in his left hand and had to guard against it. The swordsmanship with his left hand was mostly sinister and treacherous, and the moves were unexpected. The sword was narrow and long. Compared with the ordinary Qingfeng sword, it was one-third narrower and one-third longer.
Fortunately, his legs were long and the tip of the sword did not touch the ground. It would have been awkward for Li Muchan to hold the sword.
The yellow-faced man laughed and said: "Little monk, let me tell you in advance, this Zhao Mazi is very unhappy in killing people. He likes to cut people into pieces with his sword. You have to be careful!"
Li Muchan smiled slightly, raised the sword in his left hand flat, lowered the sword in his right hand slightly, and made a gesture: "Stop talking nonsense, let's do it!"
"Humph!" Zhao Mazi snorted, and suddenly a cold light approached, reaching Li Muchan's chest.
Li Muchan secretly said: "What a fast sword!"
He raised the sword in his left hand sideways, avoiding the tip of the sword, and at the same time, he shaved the inside of his shoulder and elbow. The move was exquisite, cunning and strange. It was a move of the Twelve Plum Blossom Swords: bending the plum branch upside down.
The Twelve Plum Blossom Swords are superficial and have simple moves, but he has integrated them into his bones. He picks them up one move at a time without thinking, it is purely subconscious instinct.
In this way, the originally ordinary moves, in the eyes of outsiders, are exquisite, turning decay into magic.
Seeing him flirting back, Zhao Mazi twisted his body and dodged sideways. The tip of his sword flashed, and he attacked continuously. His moves were weird and extraordinary, and he stabbed from an incredible angle, making it difficult to guard against.
Li Muchan used his left hand to wield the Eight Swords of Zhenyue, calmly and unhurriedly, forming layers of sword light in front of him, endless, like a mountain in a landscape painting, with layers upon layers of peaks.
The layers of sword light are like a mountain standing tall, heavy and heavy, and difficult to overcome.
The Eight Swords of Zhenyue are so powerful that they are Jin Kaitai's unique skill. Li Muchan has mastered the essence of this set of swordsmanship, and when he uses it, it is full of fire and has endless charm. His whole body suddenly becomes majestic, like a mountain.
Zhao Mazi's swordsmanship was so weird that Li Muchan felt like he was facing a venomous snake. The snake was hiding in the grass, and he couldn't see clearly or find it. It didn't know when or where it came out.
The yellow-faced man laughed loudly and said loudly: "This little monk's thin skin and tender meat are the best for making meat buns. We are going to have a good time today!"
A big man laughed and said: "Master Twelve, the human meat buns are delicious, but the key is Zhao Mazi's craftsmanship. Before the person is dead, the meat has to be cut off. If the meat is cut after death, it will not taste good!"
The yellow-faced man nodded: "Well, best of all, we can't compare to Zhao Mazi's skills!"
A big man waved his hand and shouted: "How about we make a bet on how many stabs this little monk can take?"
"I'll bet a thousand dollars, ten taels!" Another big man said in a loud voice.
Another thin man shouted: "I bet eight hundred dollars, twenty taels! ... Hey, this guy is too thin, he can't survive a thousand dollars!"
"I'll bet thirty taels, one thousand two hundred dollars!" A burly man shouted harshly, with a smile: "You are mistaken, this kid has long energy and extraordinary endurance. He can survive more than a thousand knifes before dying!"
They all talked happily and stared at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan looked calm, smiled faintly, murderous intent was boiling in his heart, his thoughts became colder, his speed increased, and his intention was in front of the sword.
These guys don't seem to be making false threats, they are actually doing it. They eat human flesh and steamed buns. Such behavior is no different from animals. If you don't kill them, they are against you.
He had been holding the sword in his right hand, and the tip of the sword was drooping, as if he was injured and couldn't move. Then he suddenly moved, and a cold light flashed, and no one could see his movement clearly.
"Uh..." Zhao Mazi suddenly let out a muffled grunt, his movements stagnated, and he felt like he had been struck by a sword in the heart.
Li Muchan's left hand sword kept moving, and a silver sword passed in front of Zhao Mazi. The tip of the sword scratched his throat, and his body trembled again.
The long sword fell from his hand and fell on the bluestone steps with a clang.
He also slowly fell back, and the yellow-faced man hurriedly supported him, staring at Li Muchan in surprise, and shouted: "Come on, call the boss!"
"Yes!" A big man replied, turned around and ran up.
Li Muchan smiled and shook his head, wielding his sword with his left and right hands, and rushed into the crowd.
"Ding ding ding ding..." Amidst the continuous ringing sound, he climbed up the steps step by step, invincible, and no one who stood in his way was spared, just like cutting wheat.
The Shadowless Sword, coupled with the Bow Opening Technique, increased its speed and ruthlessness, and was extremely powerful. These bald men had no power to parry and died one after another.
His sword contained strange power, and the big men didn't want to force it on him, but they couldn't help themselves. The steps were too narrow, so the two of them stood side by side, and there was no room to move, so they had to force their way.
Furthermore, his sword was too fast, and it was difficult to dodge it. He had to block it with his sword. Once he caught it hard, his arm went numb and his movements stagnated for a moment, which could lead to death.
In the blink of an eye, except for the two dozen big men who had run up the mountain to report the news, not a single one was left, and they were all killed. All of them stared with wide eyes and refused to close their eyes.
Li Muchan's sword was too fast and his strikes were too harsh. They were like children confronting adults, unable to fight back, and were killed like chickens and ducks being killed.
Li Muchan's inner energy was put into the sword, and with a slight shake, the blood stains on the sword immediately disappeared, returning to a smooth and shiny state.
He kept walking and climbed up the steps.
This path is extremely long, and along the way, bald men block it from time to time, rushing over one after another. They know they are not opponents, but they still rush forward without fear of death.
Li Muchan admired their tenacity in his heart, but his murderous intention remained undiminished. His sword was merciless and he killed them directly. When they reached the halfway point of the mountain, there were nearly a hundred dead souls under the sword.
He stopped and stood with his hands down, as if standing like a statue.
There was silence all around, and the two fire dragons formed by the lanterns stretched upward, as if straight into the sky, with no end in sight.
The moonlight was like water, he closed his eyes slightly and started to use Jiu Yao's mental method.
He concentrated his mind and focused on the bright moon. After a while, the soft moonlight descended from the Tianmen and poured into the Dantian along the Ren channel. After a while, the Dantian became cool and slightly swollen, and he stopped the exercise.
The moonlight flows along the two meridians of Ren and Du, up and down, like a water wheel. Every time it turns, the moonlight releases a point of internal force, as if water turns into steam.
After several cycles, his Dantian was full and swollen, and he felt very satisfied. The Jiuyao Mind Method was indeed wonderful.
For others, Jiuyao's mental method is difficult and profound, and cannot be accessed.
If you want to get started, there are two conditions. First, your mind must be strong, firm, pure, and concise. The bridge between heaven and earth connects the two, and the two meridians of Ren and Du are unobstructed.
The former can attract the moonlight; the latter, the sun and moon can be converted into internal force. When the moonlight enters the body, it is like a drop of water in the essence. It is extremely heavy and difficult to activate. Only when it is turned into internal force can it be commanded as desired when facing the enemy.
To practice the Jiu Yao Mind Method, both are indispensable. Being able to satisfy both of them is rare in the world, and it was just a coincidence for Li Muchan.
The sound of footsteps came, and Li Muchan looked up. A line of lanterns spread down. He looked intently and saw about twenty people standing five steps away.
There was a bald young man, about twenty years old, with delicate eyebrows, red lips and white teeth. If it weren't for the Adam's apple under his jaw, he would have thought he was a woman.
He had an elegant temperament, stood with his hands behind his hands, and said with a smile: "I don't know how to call this monk?"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I'm here to kill people, why bother announcing my name? Just get out of the way!"
He had killed so many people, and his body was naturally filled with a sinister aura. Although he smiled, he gave people a sinister and formidable aura.
The elegant young man smiled slightly: "The master wants to see you, do you dare to come up?"
"Lead the way!" Li Muchan waved his sword.
After learning the bow technique, my strength has greatly increased. Although these big men are tough, they are easy to kill. If you don't see the leader, it will be a waste of time.
The elegant young man turned around, and the big men moved to both sides. They were standing on both sides of the steps. If they were not careful, they would fall off the steps.
There are smooth stone walls on both sides of the steps, and there is no place to rely on. If you fall on them, you will slide directly down the mountain and fall to pieces.
Li Muchan waited for them to go up and followed them to avoid being surrounded.
These guys are not afraid of death and are surrounded. Once they go crazy, they will die with you. No matter how capable you are, it will be useless.
King Kong is indestructible, but if you fall from such a high place, your body will be broken into pieces, so you don't dare to try it lightly.
Their feet were flying, and after a while they reached the top of the mountain. The terrain changed, and suddenly it became as flat as a mirror. There were trees everywhere, including pine trees, cypress trees, poplar trees, locust trees, etc. There were all kinds of trees.
The woods are lush and green, and a three-story building rises from the ground in the forest, standing out suddenly.
Under the moonlight, the three-story building is clearly visible, with red walls, yellow tiles, and a round spire. It is actually a Buddhist pagoda, with the spire pointing straight into the night sky.
There are independent small courtyards, mixed with two-story buildings, row upon row, stretching out, surrounding the temples, like stars over the moon.
The elegant young man waved his hand, and all the big men stopped. They all stood in front of the path, blocking the way to the bottom of the mountain, and looked at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan's heart tightened, but his face remained calm.
"Please!" The elegant young man smiled, turned around and walked forward through the woods to the pagoda.
Viewed from a closer look, these three floors are majestic, as tall as a tiger, and breathtaking.
The elegant young man turned around and said: "The boss is inside, please come in!"
Li Muchan nodded, looked at it with his hands behind his hands, and remained silent.
There is a horizontal plaque hanging on the second floor in the middle. It is made of stone and has three characters engraved on it: "Crouching Tiger Temple".
The three characters are majestic, like three tigers entrenched, ready to pounce out and bite people at any time.