Li Muchan said with a smile: "If there is a real fight and someone is killed, I am afraid that Canghaishan and your family will not be so peaceful, and it is inevitable that you will have to do it." ”

"Hehe, that's true. Nangong Lizhen nodded and said with a smile: "Brother Li is worried, but don't worry now, we are already friends and will never be enemies." ”

Li Muchan smiled bitterly: "I hope so, the eldest prince of the Wang family came here to accompany the crime, and I hope that the Wang family and your mansion can negotiate and turn the conflict into a jade silk." ”

Nangong Lizhen said: "Don't worry, we don't want to make more enemies!"

Hearing this, Li Muchan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that there was a good chance that there would be no big problem, Wang Yuanchu looked rude, but he was as careful as a hair, extremely safe, and would never be clumsy.

Nangong Lizhen rubbed her hands and stood up and knew: "Come, I also have itchy hands, Brother Li, let's learn a few tricks, how about it?"

"Second brother, you are a stone, you are not authentic!" Nangong snorted.

Nangong Lizhen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Look at me, I forgot, Brother Li fought hard just now, and he should take a break." ”

Li Muchan smiled: "Exactly, wait for me to breathe for half an hour, let's talk." ”

After that, he sat down on the Taishi chair, closed his eyes, remained motionless, and began to settle into pranayama.

Nangong snorted without arguity: "Second brother, you can't beat Brother Li!"

"Third brother, that's not true!" Nangong Lizhen smiled and shook his head.

"Second brother, how about we make a bet?" Nangong Wufu said with a smile.

"Okay, what's the bet?" Nangong Lizhen said with a smile.

"Just bet on your Cold Spring Sword!" Nangong smiled proudly, squinting at him, as if looking down on him.

"Third brother, you have made great progress, and you know how to stir up the law!" Nangong Lizhen said with a smile.

Nangong snorted in vain: "Second brother, just say it, dare to bet!"

Nangong Lizhen slapped his face: "Bet, gamble, just Hanquan Sword!"

Nangong hurriedly said: "Okay, then you can say okay, you are not allowed to regret it, it is limited to half an hour!"

"That's it!" Nangong Lizhen nodded.

"Hehe, this time, the Cold Spring Sword is going to belong to me!" Nangong smiled proudly.

Everyone in the audience was buzzing and discussing, but they really didn't expect to see such a subtle palm technique today, which was beautiful and incomparable, and gave them a great shock.

They stared at Li Muchan who was pranayama with his eyes closed, not knowing where he came from, in their eyes, the third young master's palm technique was the most exquisite, except for Nangong Sidao, no one could compare, it was the eldest young master, the second young master, in terms of palm alone, he was not the opponent of the third young master.

And now, this guy who is about the same age as the third young master has a tie with the third young master, which is too surprising.

It seems that this person is from the Canghai Sword Sect, it seems that he really underestimates the heroes of the world, and the Canghai Sword Sect, as one of the seven major sects in the world, is really not to be underestimated.

Li Muchan woke up quickly, only breathed for a quarter of an hour, he did it on purpose, originally, with his internal strength, the qi veins were extremely long, and he didn't feel tired at all, but he didn't want to be too shocking.

To leave a little strength is to leave a little leeway, to give others an illusion, so as not to leak your own bottom.

Seeing him wake up, Nangong Lizhen hurriedly stood up and said with a smile: "Come on, let's start...... My palm technique is not the Qiankun palm, it is the cloud palm, not as powerful as the Qiankun palm, but it is not bad, you have to be careful!"

Li Muchan got up and said with a smile: "Then learn a lesson or two." ”

"Go!" Nangong Lizhen broke off and pushed with both palms.

Suddenly, a surging force rushed to his face, Li Muchan was surprised, his right sleeve flicked, and there was a muffled "bang", and the ruthless sleeve collided with Pai Yun's palm.

Paiyun's palm power is fierce and fierce, like a flood rolling in, and the ruthless sleeves are as soft as the wind, but as soon as it hits Paiyun's palm power, it suddenly turns into a fierce force.

Nangong Wufu and Zhao Shuqi were hunting in rags, and they were forced to take a step back.

The Taishi chairs moved back one foot in unison, and the hair of everyone in the audience fluttered, like a strong wind.

"Good skill!" Nangong Lizhen laughed, jumped up, and launched his palms in the air, and the surging palm power went straight down, like a giant dragon diving.

Li Muchan took a step forward, flicked his sleeves, and was ruthless again.

The two of them are compared to internal strength, Nangong Wufu shook his head in vain, and shouted: "Brother Li, you don't compare internal strength with my second brother, he really cultivates internal strength!"

Li Muchan smiled and nodded, the two collided with internal forces, and there was a muffled sound of "bang".

Nangong Lizhen turned her head in the air, took advantage of the momentum, rushed more than a foot high, and swooped down, pushing out her palms, and the surging internal force ran down like a tide, letting out a faint roar.

Li Muchan raised his palms, suddenly squeezed it, pressed it, and the surging internal force suddenly led away obliquely, hitting the ground, "bang" a muffled sound, the high platform shook and trembled. , everyone was startled and hurriedly looked over.

Nangong Lizhen turned over again, rushed into the air again, and then swooped down, and launched his palms again, like a goshawk grabbing a rabbit, and the palm power roared.

Li Muchan's palms came out again, a pinch, a spin, the palm power of the dive turned into a rotation around the body, hunting in clothes, Zhao Shuqi and Nangong Wu carried a thousand catties in vain, and stood still.

Several Taishi chairs "clicked", turned into fragments, hovered in the air, and were sucked around Li Muchan one after another, spinning around him in the air.

Nangong Lizhen sighed for a moment and landed lightly.

He wanted to borrow strength, but he couldn't, this force was led to Li Muchan's side, he couldn't borrow it if he wanted to, so he could only fall.

Li Muchan smiled slightly, pressed his palms, and the rotating wood chips suddenly turned, turned into a giant dragon, and rushed towards Nangong Lizhen.

Nangong Lizhen laughed, pushed with both palms, then pushed again, followed by another push, and pushed four times in a row, and one by one the palm force surged away like a wave.

The four palms were more ferocious than the other, superimposed on each other, like an angry wave, and the wood chips in the air suddenly turned into powder and rolled upside down towards Li Muchan.

Li Muchan's right palm rotated, pushed it out violently, and his left palm turned into a fist and slammed out.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and the powder exploded, but Nangong Lizhen made a muffled sound, took a step back, his face was pale, and his blood receded.

"Good! good!" he exclaimed, stroked his chest, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Haha, second brother, the Cold Spring Sword is mine!" Nangong laughed without haha.

"It's too early to be happy!" Nangong Lizhen shook her head and said to Li Muchan: "Brother Li, it's really good kung fu, I admire it!"

Li Muchan smiled slightly: "What else does the second son have to learn, show it, let me learn a lesson or two!"

"Good!" Nangong Lizhen shouted. V