Li Muchan's figure flashed, and he suddenly regressed, appeared beside Feng Gongzi, and looked at him coldly.

Feng Gongzi laughed loudly, hugged his fists and said: "I haven't asked Your Excellency for your surname, my surname is Feng, my name is Baishan, and I am under the door of Lei Jian Peak." ”

Li Muchan looked at him coldly, looking up and down, with no expression in his eyes, as if looking at a dead person.

Although Feng Baishan cultivated well, he couldn't help but be angry, restrained his smile, and said lightly: "Don't you dare to tell me if you break into a big name?"

Li Muchan said coldly: "You want to stop me?"

Feng Baishan nodded: "Yes, you are a Dayan person, if you offend my Lingyun City, your sins will not be forgiven!"

"Why talk nonsense, just do it!" Li Muchan sneered.

"Good...... Your Excellency is so unfriendly, no wonder you are ruthless!" Feng Baishan said in a deep voice.

Li Muchan looked at him coldly, stretched out his hand, and gently made two moves.

This action immediately angered Feng Baishan, his eyes froze, Sen Sen's cold light shot out, and a flash of electric light burst out from his waist, dazzling and unpredictable.

Li Muchan retreated, twisted his body a few times in the retreat, and could not avoid the sword light of Sen Sen.

He stopped ten zhang away, Feng Baishan also stopped, Hengjian stared at Li Muchan coldly, his eyes were full of surprise, he didn't expect him to retreat with his whole body.

The thunder sword of Lei Jian Peak is famous all over the world, everyone knows it, the sword light is as fast as thunder in the nine heavens, extremely violent, sweeping everything, and nothing can stop it.

But this person flashed lightly a few times, and easily avoided the thunder sword, which was incredibly light.

Li Muchan looked at him lightly, expressionless, not surprised, not happy, not proud, as if he had done a trivial thing, not worth mentioning.

"Your Excellency is so powerful!" Feng Baishan nodded slowly.

Although he felt uncomfortable, the thunder sword was useless, but he really admired the person in front of him, since he went down the mountain, under the thunder sword, no one could resist, and he was the first person who could avoid the thunder sword.

He has cultivated profoundly, he is a genius who is a genius in Lei Jian Peak, he is amazingly talented, since he went down the mountain, he has been invincible under Lei Jian, and he is almost firmly on the throne of the first master of Xizhao Young.

Therefore, he has a good cultivation, but he still has an arrogant style, and he does not care much about the feelings of others when he speaks.

Li Muchan said lightly: "Try my swordsmanship!"

With that, he pointed lightly.

——!A roar sounded like a tiger descending the mountain.

The air in front of him seemed to be boiling, and the layers that could be seen with his inner eyes were like dark clouds rolling towards Feng Baishan, looking slow, but in the blink of an eye.

Feng Baishan frowned, his eyes were fixed on the rolling air, the long sword in his hand was getting brighter and brighter, the brightness was far greater than the moonlight, and there was a feeling of direct sunlight.

"Bang!" he suddenly stabbed out with a sword, and flew out.

As if he was hit by a giant tree, he retreated straight in the air, as if he was pulled back violently by a line, and instantly withdrew ten zhang away, staggering back a few steps, his face flushed as if drunk.

Li Muchan's face was expressionless, he stretched out his hand and raised his little finger, pointing at it from afar.

"Snort——!" a soft whistle, if there is nothing, like a breeze sweeping through the treetops.

Feng Baishan endured the concussive blood, his mind was fixed in his eyes, and another sword stabbed out.

"Bang!" There was a crisp sound, and the long sword suddenly took off his hand, and he hurried back again.

Li Muchan's face was expressionless, and his index finger pointed out, "Snort!" Like tearing his clothes, in the harsh and ugly whistling, an air sword struck Feng Baishan.

In desperation, he could only punch it, and with a muffled "bang", he flipped over in the air and flew higher.

Li Muchan pointed a little at the middle finger, the sword qi surged, Feng Baishan was helpless, he was in the air, he couldn't avoid it, and his qi and blood were surging, and if he wanted to move sideways, it was too late.

He could only punch and smash it, and with a muffled "bang", he flipped over two heels and flew higher.

Li Muchan followed one finger, Feng Baishan was like a ball, flying around in the air, never had a chance to fall, his blood was surging, and the corners of his mouth were already bloody.

He was holding back the monstrous anger in his heart, since he practiced martial arts, he had never been so aggrieved, and he had suffered such a great shame and humiliation, and he couldn't wait to die together.

It's a pity that the long sword has been taken off, and there is only a pair of fists, which cannot be approached, and can only be forced to force his fingers, and suffer more and more powerful impacts.

Li Muchan took out more than a dozen fingers, Feng Baishan's movements were already sluggish, his whole body was almost out of strength, his intestines were shocked, and the corners of his mouth were gushing blood.

Li Muchan suddenly retracted his fingers, watched him fall to the ground lightly, staggered a few steps, sat on the ground in embarrassment, and couldn't get up again.

The internal organs are cramping, and I want to move but can't.

Li Muchan paced with his hands in his hands, came to his side, looked at him condescendingly, and said lightly: "Lei Jianfeng, what a big name!"

With that, he flashed away, appeared a mile away in an instant, flashed twice, and disappeared into the night as if he had never appeared. ,

Feng Baishan gritted his teeth and stared at the direction in which he disappeared, Li Muchan's cold and ruthless expression kept flashing in front of his eyes, and he felt a faint ridicule in his eyes.

"Someday...... Someday......" He gasped and clenched his teeth, trying to crush his mouthful of teeth, but he didn't want to get rid of his hatred.

"Bang" He slammed his fist on the grass, smashed a big hole, slowly turned over and sat up cross-legged, and began to breathe.

The anger in his heart was raging, and he vowed to take revenge.

Li Muchan stopped in a forest, and then lifted the Daming King Sutra.

Now he has five heart beads, his spirit is strong, and it is not difficult to control the Ming King Sutra, if he wants to lift it, he can lift it, and when he is running, his mind is also clear.

However, in the Daming King Sutra, the feelings seem to have been abandoned, there is no human emotion in the heart, there is no joy, there is no joy, only cold as water, and the whole person is turned into a machine.

He didn't like this feeling very much, and after lifting the Daming King Sutra, this feeling still lingered around, and he became distant and unfamiliar with his feelings.

He found that every time he performed the Great Ming King Sutra, the human feelings seemed to be reduced by a few points, and if he performed it a few more times, he was afraid that he would eventually become an emotionless thing.

He is not afraid of death, he knows what death is all about, but when he becomes an emotionless monster, he is afraid, this Ming King Sutra, the less you use it, the better.

Moreover, if you can add a few more heart beads, presumably the negative effect of the Ming King Sutra is less, and it is imperative to strengthen yourself.

He breathed in the woods for a long time, suppressed his irrepressible exhaustion, practiced the small dragon form a few times, and only stopped when the internal strength of the army increased and the air film was restored.

He suddenly looked up, but saw two eagles soaring in the night sky, stretching freely and leisurely, it was not his eyesight, it was difficult to see.

He recognized at a glance that they were the two eagles he had saved, shook his head and smiled, not knowing what they wanted, both yearning for freedom and often hovering over him, not leaving, quite strange.

He chuckled, presumably they were conflicted in their hearts.

Li Muchan walked out of the woods, dragged his tired body, walked slowly, climbed up from the western city wall, and went back to his own house in the inner camp.

As soon as he returned to the house, Yan was stunned and came, patted on the door, Li Muchan let him in, and was taken aback when he saw that Li Muchan could not hide his exhaustion.

He had never seen Li Muchan like this, even if he fought against a few masters, he was in good spirits and did not see fatigue, and now this appearance is rare.

"Monk, are you injured?" he asked with concern.

Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "I moved with you, I lost my strength, it doesn't matter, just rest for a few days." ”

Yan was stunned and stared at him, it really didn't look like he was injured, and hurriedly said, "Okay, you can rest quickly,...... The eagle ......?"

He scratched his head embarrassedly, he came here so late just to ask what the result was.

Li Muchan shook his head: "It's a long story, I'll tell you tomorrow." ”

“...... All right. Yan was unwilling, but nodded helplessly and withdrew.

Li Muchan smiled secretly, knowing that it was such a delay, Yan was stunned that he wanted to fall asleep tonight, and his heart was itching, just to sharpen his temperament.

Li Muchan sat cross-legged on the couch, performed the Sutra of Heaven and Man, and entered the lotus flower, and the moonlight was like a substance, soaking his body.

The Yongquan cave is as bright as the morning star, constantly absorbing the moonlight, and it is difficult to speak.

He suddenly remembered that he had time to refine all the acupoints around his body, and the gods of the heavens and gods also had the magic of cutting hair and washing the marrow, and if he refined these acupoints, the effect must be better.

At noon, Li Muchan woke up from the scriptures of heaven and man, and his body was tired.

Li Muchan understands that this is the effect of watching the heavens and the gods according to the scriptures, cutting the hair and washing the marrow, expanding the acupoints, although it is not as fast as the nine turns of the marrow washing sutra, it is better in eternity.

He decided to start a retreat immediately, refining the acupoints with his mind and mind, refining the acupoints around him until his mind and mind were one.

As soon as he came out, he was immediately surrounded by Ji Lao and them, pulled to the small pavilion next to him, sat down to talk, and Old Man Li also served tea diligently.

Li Muchan smiled and took a sip of tea.

"Mingkong, did you get the eagle?" Old Man Li asked eagerly with a blink of small eyes.

Li Muchan nodded and shook his head again.

Old man Li was so anxious that he jumped to his feet: "What do you mean, don't sell it, say it quickly!"

Li Muchan smiled: "I met two eagles, but I couldn't accept them." ”

With that, he explained what had happened, and pointed to the sky, where two eagles were circling, fluttering and slow, leisurely.

"Is that your eagle?" Old Man Li scratched his head.

Li Muchan shook his head: "They just follow me, but they don't listen to me, it's not counted." ”

"Grandma's, it's really a white-eyed wolf!" Old Man Li looked up and scolded.

Li Muchan said with a smile: "Looking forward to freedom, there is nothing wrong with it, it's just ten taels of silver, it's nothing." ”

"Mingkong is worthy of being a monk, and he is indeed free and easy. Ji Lao smiled and patted Old Man Li on the shoulder: "Forget it, don't get your hopes up." ”

"I thought the little monk could surprise us!" Old man Li glanced at Li Muchan.

Li Muchan touched his nose and smiled, asked Ji Lao for leave, and wanted to retreat and practice.

Ji Lao nodded: "Well, it's okay, don't forget to take a look at the Broken Yue Knife, maybe you can understand something." ”

Li Muchan didn't say anything about meeting Feng Baishan, he didn't have the Ming King Sutra, he was definitely not Feng Baishan's enemy, he kept thinking about his swordsmanship in his mind, and he was determined to go back and understand it.