Chapter 310 Competition

Wu Miaofeng said lightly: "Little Master, whether it is true or false, it is all up to you to judge, we can't force you to believe it, can we?"

Li Muchan said: "That's it, I'll follow the recipe and try to refine a furnace by myself to see if it's true or not." ”

"Do you know how to do alchemy?" Wu Miaofeng frowned.

Li Muchan smiled: "I can't practice, but doesn't your sect have one who can practice?"

"Hmm...... , too. Wu Miaofeng nodded and said, "I'll come in person." ”

Li Muchan suddenly smiled and said, "I suddenly changed my mind."

Wu Miaofeng's expression was calm, and he said lightly: "It's okay to hear it." ”

Li Muchan smiled: "I figured it out, instead of asking for this formula, it is better to have a ready-made elixir,...... Just fifty Gu Yuan Dan."

He continued: "It's so easy to do it in the recipe."

"The little master is a monk, so he can't trust us too much. Wu Miaofeng shook his head and smiled.

Li Muchan smiled: "It's because I'm a monk that I can see it more clearly, please."

"Okay, just follow the little master" Wu Miaofeng happily agreed.

An old man beside him took out a handful of porcelain vases from his arms, each the size of a palm, a total of three, and handed it to Li Muchan.

"There are twenty pills in each bottle here, a total of sixty Gu Yuan Dan," Wu Miaofeng pointed.

Li Muchan stared at him a few times and nodded slowly: "Okay, happy...... I don't have to look at it, so let's start competing."

Wu Miaofeng smiled and said, "Don't worry, take a look at the little master's knife a priori." ”

Li Muchan stared at him, looked at him for a while, suddenly smiled, threw the knife over, the cold light flashed, and the air around him decreased.

The disciples slowly stopped their movements, staring absentmindedly at this side, and at first sight they saw his sword unsheathed and thrown at the master, and their eyes widened.

Wu Miaofeng stretched out his hand to take the long knife, looked down, his face suddenly changed, and the other three old men hurriedly leaned over, looked at each other a few times, and their eyes exchanged with each other, as if they were talking.

Li Muchan smiled: "But really?"

As soon as he went to the Lingshan Sect and saw these four old men, he didn't have a good impression, and felt that these four people were good-looking and not good people.

To such a guy, he was too lazy to be polite, and felt that he had been wronged.

Although their motives are not pure, they are for Gu Yuan Dan, but if they have the right mind, they can only win it back in a dignified manner, and they don't have to rob it.

If their minds are not right, they will not be polite if they use any yin damage tricks

Wu Miaofeng nodded: "Although I don't know if it's really a broken Yue knife, but this knife is really good, okay, let's make up our minds."

Li Muchan smiled and said, "Then I'll learn the seniors' tricks?"

Wu Miaofeng pondered for a moment, slowly shook his head, and looked at the other old man.

He thought about it for a while, his mind was racing, and it was difficult to suppress the killing opportunity, but when he saw Li Muchan's smile, he was vigilant in his heart, and after a hundred turns, he finally decided that he would ask the senior brother with the strongest martial arts among all to take the knife openly.

The old man was tall and burly, with a face like a crown of jade, and although he had frosty eyebrows, there was no wrinkle on his face, like a white-headed young man.

However, a pair of eyes reveal the vicissitudes of life, as if they can see through the world.

He smiled slightly, took a step forward, and said to Li Muchan: "Little master, the old man will fight you."

His expression is soft, and his voice is gentle and calm, unhurried, but every word is full of compelling momentum, the words are round, and the force is heavy.

Li Muchan was secretly surprised, his pronunciation method is similar to the Buddhist mantra, although he also understands it, but he has never thought of using it in this way.

He was quite surprised, as if opening another door, although the mantra is subtle and can control the heart, but the way the mantra is pronounced is also a must, and it should be used.

If you can speak in the way of pronunciation of mantras, you will invisibly generate power, which is more labor-saving, more cost-effective, and subtle than showing martial arts.

He was happy in his heart, the color on his face did not move, and he hugged his fists and smiled: "I haven't asked my predecessor for my name." ”

"Old man Wei Xuanfeng. The old man said slowly.

Li Muchan took a step back, hugged his fists and said, "Senior Wei, please stop...... Let's say in advance, only this one, one game to decide the winner"

"Exactly," Wu Miaofeng nodded hurriedly.

Yan was stunned and looked at Wei Xuanfeng, looked at Wu Miaofeng, and took a step forward to Li Muchan: "Monk, this person is powerful, can he do it?"

Li Muchan turned his head, saw that he looked worried and concerned, and laughed in a low voice: "Let's give it a try,...... If I lose, you will go first. ”

“...... Okay" Yan was stunned and wanted to object, and then nodded.

He didn't want to do such a thing in his bones, and felt that it was not a big husband's behavior, but he couldn't stand Li Muchan's persuasion, and he felt that it was nothing, and he would repay their favor in the future. , Wei Xuanfeng said lightly: "The old man is practicing boxing, if the little master is a knife technique, he might as well use a knife, I don't care." ”

Li Muchan smiled: "I'm the palm method, just right, senior, please-"

"Okay...... "Wei Xuanfeng stroked his hair and smiled.

The laughter stopped abruptly, the smile was suffocated, and a fist smashed over, like a tiger leaping forward, with all his hair raised all over his body, and the wind all over his body.

Li Muchan's eyes flashed, and he lunged and stretched out his palm to meet his fist.

There was a muffled sound, like a pebble falling into a deep well, and the fist collided with the palm of the hand.

The wind suddenly rose, frantically rolling up the clothes of the two, and the people around them were not spared, their hair fluttering, and their clothes trembling, as if they were in a gale.

Wu Miaofeng and the other two old men looked moved, and stood firmly under their feet, but Jin Shijie staggered back three steps, as if falling into the sea, silently, but the potential surged, unable to control himself.

Yan was stunned and shook for a moment, his horse stabbed his steps, his anger sank, and he suddenly froze again, and secretly exhaled, it was so dangerous and dangerous, he almost lost his ugliness.

In the wind, Li Muchan's clothes fluttered, but his figure stood still.

Wei Xuanfeng took a step back, stomped his foot, the platform shook, and when he raised his leg again, a three-inch deep footprint had already been branded.

Li Muchan squinted his eyes and cheered: "What a graft"

He used this trick to transfer his strength to his feet, which is exactly what he is proficient in, but he has never seen others do it, and he needs to be perfect in controlling his strength.

I didn't expect to meet here today, and I was very surprised.

Moreover, this hard encounter, he knows in his heart, in terms of deep internal strength, he is slightly inferior, but it is similar, plus a body of divine power, but he has the upper hand.

Everything is thanks to the gift of the Nine Turns of the Washing of the Marrow Sutra, the internal force is multiplied, and in terms of profundity, it can be ranked among the world's first-class masters, and it is more than enough to protect itself.

Wei Xuanfeng exhaled a breath of turbidity and widened his eyes: "Okay"

He didn't expect that the person in front of him was so old and had such skills, which was a bit appalling.

Li Muchan said with a smile: "This trick is exquisite, admire, take me another trick"

As he spoke, he kicked his feet and punched out, falling like a meteor.

There was a muffled sound, and Wei Xuanfeng stretched out his palm to take it.

There is no momentum just now, and the surrounding wind does not move.

Li Muchan didn't move, but Wei Xuanfeng shook and slowly took three steps back.

One step at a time, the first one was two inches long, the second one was deeper, the third one was deeper, and then it stood firmly.

Li Muchan smiled and kicked his fist again: "Come again"

Wei Xuanfeng took out his palm again, caught it again, took three steps back, one step at a time, the same as before, first shallow and then deep, transferring the strength to his feet.

Li Muchan was so powerful that he punched one punch after another, but every time he waited for Wei Xuanfeng to stand firm, and then he fought, as if he had a match.

From the perspective of others, Li Muchan had the upper hand steadily, pressing Wei Xuanfeng to fight, and everyone in the audience clenched their fists, eager to rush up to help.

The first master of the Lingshan faction was bullied by a little monk and was powerless

Fortunately, Wei Shibo was not injured, but only temporarily lost the wind.

Yan was stunned and smiled, nodding his head, Jin Shijie stared at Li Muchan directly, his face was gloomy, but Wu Miaofeng and the three of them looked calm, looking at the two of them lightly, thoughtful.

Li Muchan stopped and said with a smile: "Senior Wei, it's not fun to go down like this, just replace you."

Wei Xuanfeng stood calmly and nodded slowly: "It's okay"

Without waiting for Li Muchan to agree, he smashed a punch into Li Muchan's chest, and it was just an instant, and he couldn't hide his ears quickly.

Li Muchan let out a long laugh, stretched out his palm to take it, and took three steps back, leaving a clear footprint in each step, which was the same as Wei Xuanfeng.

Wei Xuanfeng's face changed slightly, and his expression was surprised.

This trick is the supreme and wonderful learning of the Lingshan Sect, how did he learn it?

"Come again," he snorted, his fist already in front of him.

Li Muchan took a hard connection, took two steps back, one step at a time, and the internal force was completely unloaded.

"Come again" Wei Xuanfeng was not convinced, and punched again.

This time, Li Muchan took a step back, and his footprints were three inches deep.

"Come again" Wei Xuanfeng shouted, his fist was strong, like a tiger roaring.

Li Muchan stretched out his palm to catch it, but this time he didn't take a step back, and stood firmly, but his feet sank slightly.

"Come again" Wei Xuanfeng's jade-like face flushed, and he punched in anger.

Li Muchan stretched out his palm to catch it, his body floated, his feet drew an arc in the air, and he landed steadily, without taking a step back, smiling.

Wei Xuanfeng's eyes were bright, his face flushed, and he glared at Li Muchan in disbelief.

Li Muchan said with a smile: "I also know a little bit about the method of transferring flowers and trees, I don't know which of us is higher or lower?"

Wei Xuanfeng let out a long breath and nodded slowly: "Awesome...... I didn't expect you to have such a high level of cultivation at such a young age", Li Muchan smiled and said: "Lingshan Wonderful Skill is also extraordinary, if there is nothing else, the seniors will still admit defeat."

"Take another punch from the old man" Wei Xuanfeng took a deep breath, raised his palms to his chest, and slowly turned them up, his face was serious, and his hands were as heavy as ten thousand pounds.

Slowly, his palms were like pinning a round ball, slowly closing together, and his palms were up one by one, slowly kneading the invisible ball, and the movement became faster and faster.

Li Muchan frowned, pinched a cold iron needle in his fingers, and used the arrow control trick to keep retracting the internal force into this cold iron needle.

This cold iron needle is a good thing in the army, and the last time I repaired the deer cutting knife, I forged it by the way.

With this cold iron needle, you can use the Yellow Dragon Flying Sword, and you can cover your own flying knife, the best, besides, this needle is made of special material, has strong endurance, and can contain extremely deep internal force.

He stretched out his sleeve, and the cold iron needle was between his fingers, shining with a dark luster in the sun, which was visible to others, and his heart was awe-inspiring.

Wei Xuanfeng glanced at it and saw the cold iron needle, but he ignored it, slowly rubbing the invisible ball, the robe puffed up like an inflat, and the eyebrows fluttered, as if bathed in a strong wind.

His eyes were bright and powerful, like a god descending from heaven, and everyone in the audience stared with bated breath, not daring to blink, for fear of missing the most exciting scene.

Li Muchan held a cold iron needle and watched with a smile, as if waiting for him to make a move.

Wei Xuanfeng's palms were rubbing more and more slowly, as if he was getting more and more strained, his face was flushed, and he would be uncontrollable at any time, giving people a crumbling feeling.

He froze for a moment, and shouted angrily: "Going"

The sound exploded like a huge thunderbolt, and while shouting angrily, he pushed Li Muchan with both palms.

The invisible and surging power rushed to the face, and everyone in the audience took a few steps back, unable to help themselves.

Jin Shijie got closer, flew out directly, stopped in the air, fluttered to the ground, Yan was stunned and tried his best to stabilize, but he couldn't resist the thrust, so he could only stagger back and jump off the stage.

Wu Miaofeng squatted slightly, standing steadily, like an old tree rooted on the rock, their eyebrows fluttering, their clothes hunting, as if standing against the wind.

Li Muchan smiled slightly, and suddenly flicked it lightly, and the cold iron needle flew out, floating away like goose feathers in the wind.

There was a crisp sound, and a layer of waves seemed to ripple in the air.

The cold iron needle froze, hovering in the air, motionless for about three or four seconds, and then fell slowly, like a feather, as if held by an invisible force.

The invisible force surged again, and everyone in the audience couldn't help themselves, and retreated again, their clothes were pressed against them by this force, and many people were pushed to the sky and fell.

Li Muchan made a move, the cold iron needle flashed, returned to his hand, and put it in his arms, Li Muchan hugged his fists and smiled: "Senior Wei, concede"

After that, he took a step forward, came to Wu Miaofeng, stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Senior Wu"

Wu Miaofeng frowned, and his face changed.

Li Muchan laughed, glanced at the other three old men, and his eyes fell on Wu Miaofeng: "Senior Wu doesn't want to regret it?"

"Hehe......" Wu Miaofeng laughed, shook his head and said, "Little Master misunderstood"

He waved his hand, and another old man stepped forward and handed Li Muchan three porcelain bottles, which were the previous three bottles of Gu Yuan Dan.

Li Muchan said: "Xiao Yan, come and take a look"

"It's coming" Yan was stunned and jumped onto the stage, took the porcelain vase, inspected it, and nodded: "It's true." ”

Li Muchan smiled and hugged his fists: "Admit that the bet wins, yes, Senior Wu, let's leave"

As he spoke, he pulled up Yan and left.

"Slow," Wu Miaofeng hurriedly raised his hand.