Zhuzhaoshi Taixing's eyes widened, and he glanced at him fiercely, but Li Muchan just smiled.

The old man in the yellow shirt sneered: "What an arrogant boy, the old man wants to see how hard your bones are!"

The yellow shadow flashed, and he appeared in front of Li Muchan and slapped his palm.

Li Muchan took a step back, flicked his sleeves, and waved out his sleeves ruthlessly.

There was a muffled "bang", the old man in the yellow shirt stagnated with his right palm, and was dodged by Li Muchan, he "huh", the yellow shadow flashed again, and his right palm was attached to Li Muchan's chest, and he was about to vomit.

Li Muchan flashed, disappeared in place, and appeared a zhang away, which was a mastery of shrinking the ground into inches.

The old man in the yellow shirt sneered, followed closely, and pressed out with a palm far away, with a muffled "bang", Li Muchan flew out and slammed into the south wall.

Li Muchan turned over and got up, as if nothing happened.

The old man in the yellow shirt stroked his hand, his figure flashed, and he slapped Li Muchan's chest again, and he flew out again and embedded himself in the wall.

"Uncle Shi!" Master Zhuzhao stomped his feet too coquettishly.

The old man in the yellow shirt returned to her and nodded, "Good boy, what a deep horizontal practice of kung fu!"

Li Muchan struggled and fell from the wall, leaving behind a deep human form.

He landed, staggered and steadied again, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

I thought that my own self-cultivation, the sixth layer of the Canghai Divine Skill, was enough to rank among the top masters of the Canghai Sword Sect, the last time I made a big fuss in the Wuji Palace, I had seen the masters of the previous generation, although they were clever, they were still invincible to the Ming King Sutra, and they unconsciously gave birth to contempt.

Now it seems that he is too shallow, this uncle's martial arts are profound, appalling, incredible, and he has no power to fight back.

The old man in the yellow shirt stroked his hair and nodded: "Good boy, no wonder you are arrogant, your martial arts are indeed good." ”

Zhu Zhao Shitai said: "Uncle Shi, Zhan Ran has the magic of King Kong, and now the heat is too shallow, otherwise, you can't beat him." ”

The old man in the yellow shirt nodded and looked at Li Muchan: "Huiguo Divine Monk's Vajra is not bad?"

Master Zhuzhao said yes, and the old man in the yellow shirt said, "Isn't it lost?"

Master Zhuzhao snorted too much: "Zhan Ran has a good chance, he got the Vajra Not Bad Divine Skill, and practiced it again, he really has three long and two short, and the Vajra Not Bad Divine Skill is really going to be lost!"

The old man in the yellow shirt kept looking at Li Muchan and nodded: "King Kong is not bad, good!"

Li Muchan hurriedly said: "When I practiced King Kong at the beginning, I didn't break the magic skills, and I have made a heavy oath that I can't pass it on!"

"Stinky boy, look down on people!" the old man in the yellow shirt snorted coldly.

Li Muchan smiled, and didn't say more, the magic of the sea was running, the internal force like clear water flowed, and after a while, the viscera was comfortable, and the injury was gone.

The old man in the yellow shirt just wanted to teach him a lesson, and his movements were amazing, but he was only a hard injury, there was no dark energy, he was just shocked, and his organs were uncomfortable.

If he changed to someone else, his internal organs may have been displaced and he was seriously injured, but he had the magic power of King Kong to protect his body, and his internal organs were very tenacious and his injuries were slight.

The old man in the yellow shirt glanced at Li Muchan a few times and said, "Boy, I see that you are not shallow in your ability to do the sea, and you haven't learned anything else!"

Li Muchan said: "Yes, Uncle Tai, the disciple has only learned one set of kung fu. ”

The old man in the yellow shirt glanced coldly at Master Takeshi.

Master Zhuzhao said with a smile: "The disciple wants Zhan Ran to focus on the Canghai Divine Skill, and he is not in a hurry to go down the mountain anyway, so he didn't pass on any moves." ”

"Nonsense!" The old man in the yellow shirt snorted disdainfully, his eyes flashed, and he said angrily: "The move is used, and the internal force and mental method are the work, both are indispensable, and the two are practiced at the same time, and they benefit each other,...... It's good that you are teaching separately, what a fool...... You're a!"

Zhuzhaoshi was too deflated, lowered his head, and did not dare to refute.

The old man in the yellow shirt was still puzzled, and said hatefully: "With a master like you, what kind of disciples do you expect to teach...... Forget it, from today onwards, he'll follow me!"

Li Muchan hurriedly said: "Uncle Tai, I don't want to enter the martial arts hall for the time being!"

He was also very helpless, when he encountered such an arrogant character, his rank was respectful, even if the master could only obediently obey him, he did not dare to contradict him.

The old man in the yellow shirt had bright eyes, glared at him, and snorted coldly: "You just want to enter the martial arts hall, and the old man won't agree!"

Li Muchan breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't enter the martial arts hall.

Yanwutang has a transcendent status in the sect, but after the disciples enter, they can't go down the mountain at will, ignore mundane affairs, and devote themselves to studying martial arts.

Li Muchan felt that it was difficult to truly reach the first place in the world by cultivating martial arts in this way.

The real number one in the world needs to stimulate potential and continuously improve in the fight of life and death, and it is difficult for kao to break through himself and reach the peak.

Master Zhuzhao glanced at him: "Zhan Ran, don't thank your uncle soon!"

She was quite annoyed, it was all Zhan Ran, and she recruited her uncle and ancestor, otherwise, he stayed in the martial arts hall and was too lazy to take a step, and he would not have been scolded by this.

Li Muchan hesitated for a moment, and thanked him.

The old man in the yellow shirt snorted: "Stinky boy, every morning, come to the back mountain to find me!"

After that, the yellow shadow flashed and disappeared.

Master Zhuzhao took a breath too lightly, patted his towering chest, and turned his head to glance at Li Muchan, thin and angry.

Li Muchan touched his nose, smiled and smiled, a little embarrassed, he implicated the master and was trained.

Master Zhumei also breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, it's okay, after all, Uncle Shi didn't get angry, Zhan Ran, you, you're too bold!"

Li Zhuyue also agreed, looked at Li Muchan, and shook her head.

Li Muchan did not refute, although the old man in the yellow shirt had high martial arts, he had no murderous intent, nor did he have the ability to close his mind, he could feel his state of mind, so he became bolder.

Master Zhu Zhao snorted too much: "Zhan Ran, you are lucky this time!"

Master Zhumei said: "Zhan Ran, Uncle Ancestor is the only surviving thirteenth generation disciple, he has studied martial arts for decades, and the Nine Swords of Canghai are even more perfect, practicing with Uncle Ancestor is really a great opportunity, cherish it, don't miss it!"

Li Muchan nodded yes and said, "Doesn't Uncle Taizu have any disciples?"

Master Zhumei smiled and said, "Uncle Shi's temper is a little ...... , who can't look down on it, who doesn't look at it, there are dozens of disciples of Yanwutang, all of whom are talented, but he can't look down on any of them. ”

Master Zhuzhao snorted: "Zhan Ran, you are favored by your uncle, not because you are talented, but because of your temper!"

Li Muchan suddenly realized, and felt that what the master said was extremely true, and Uncle Tai's ancestors passed on his martial arts, probably because of his own hard spirit.

"Okay, let's go back!" Takezhao Shitai waved his hand, and drove people away angrily.

Li Muchan titheed and withdrew from the Wuji Palace.

Early the next morning, he got up early and came to a forest in the back mountain.