Zheng Yao and Yin thought for a moment with sullen faces and shook their heads. This Li Canghai was indeed difficult to deal with. He had escaped in such a situation and it would be difficult to catch him again.
He originally planned to catch Li Muchan off guard, but when Li Muchan didn't know his depth, he struck hard and ended up with Li Muchan.
He didn't expect that Li Muchan's Qinggong was so perfect, so he escaped at the last moment.
After closing his eyes for a moment, he floated out of the window and headed north. He soon entered the endless mountains and was in the lush woods.
He felt Li Muchan's aura again, and the aura was much stronger than before. He was immediately delighted, and speculated that Li Muchan's instant disappearance just now was due to the use of secret techniques, which was not expensive.
He speeded up and quickly looked at Li Muchan. There was a round white stone under a pine tree. He sat on the white stone and closed his eyes slightly, motionless.
Zheng Yaohe walked lightly and approached slowly, not wanting to disturb him and avoid escaping again, but he speculated that Li Muchan could no longer use the secret technique now, and he was very sure.
When he was ten steps away, Li Muchan suddenly opened his eyes.
Zheng Yaohe was startled for a moment and then accelerated sharply. The long sword on his waist turned into a flash of lightning and stabbed Li Muchan instantly. Zheng Yaohe secretly screamed something bad, his hand was empty, and what he stabbed was a shadow.
Li Muchan appeared two feet away, shook his head and said, "Senior Zheng, don't bother."
Zheng Yaohe took a step forward and came to Li Muchan. He stabbed him again, but it was in vain.
Li Muchan appeared two feet away and said with a smile: "Senior Zheng's fast sword is really powerful. I wonder how he mastered it?"
Zheng Yaohe sneered: "Is it fast?"
Li Muchan nodded: "It must be that your Qinghe Sword Sect has a special fast sword technique, right?"
"No." Zheng Yaohe said coldly: "Li Canghai, you can't escape!"
Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "That's not necessarily true. Although Senior Zheng's sword is fast, it can't be faster than my footwork, so let's forget it."
"Hmph, the Qi Sect's secret skills are not reliable enough!" Zheng Yaohe sneered, and took another step to Li Muchan's side. The sword light flashed past, but still missed the target.
Li Muchan figured out a way to restrain Zheng Yaohe. He combined telepathy with teleportation. As soon as Zheng Yaohe's mind moved, Li Muchan immediately teleported and could always avoid Zheng Yaohe's sharp sword one step ahead.
He was too far ahead to take this step. He didn't have time to hide. Zheng Yaohe's sword was too fast. He knew the secret of his fast sword just now. There was no secret technique, only hard practice.
Li Muchan waved his hand two feet away: "Senior Zheng, there is no need to waste your efforts. I am really curious about how you can master such a fast sword!"
He activated his mind with all his strength, and reflected everything in Zheng Yaohe's mind one by one, as clearly as looking at the lines on his palm.
Zheng Yaohe's face was as gloomy as iron, and he said nothing. The sword light flashed and loomed, and Li Muchan's figure also flashed and loomed, looking to match Zheng Yaohe's sword light.
While Li Muchan was rambling, thirty swords were thrust out. Zheng Yaohe stopped and glared at him with a frown: "Li Canghai, good footwork!"
He has full confidence in his fast sword. The sword will not return until it drinks blood after it is unsheathed. This is the first time he encounters someone like Li Muchan, and he can completely avoid it.
Li Muchan smiled: "Such a fast sword is really shocking, the Qinghe Sword Sect is well-deserved!"
Zheng Yaohe sneered: "Hypocritical!"
As an enemy, I felt so hypocritical when I heard such compliments. I wished I could stab him with a sword, and I didn't want to hear Li Muchan's voice again.
Li Muchan said: "Senior Zheng, let's give up!"
Zheng Yaohe said coldly: "Li Canghai, where do you come from?"
He couldn't see Li Muchan's method, which was extremely rare. He usually studied the secrets of various sects intensively within the sect, and dabbled in the martial arts of major sects.
The Qinghe Sword Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, and each sect's martial arts has its own records. If you don't get the core, you can only get the skin. If you study it from the outside to the inside, you will definitely gain something.
There are many exquisite footwork in the martial arts world, but there are only a few who can evade his own quick sword, which can be counted with one slap, and Li Muchan's is not one of them.
Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "No school, no sect!"
"Come again!" Zheng Yaohe took another step forward before he finished speaking, but his thoughts were all under the control of Li Muchan. As soon as he moved, Li Muchan had already moved.
After stabbing a few more times, Zheng Yaohe sneered, and the sword trembled, as if the sword came to life and wanted to break free from his hand, and then turned into the light of Manyao's sword.
"Chi chi chi chi..." Like a sun falling, the sword light was so powerful that people dared not look directly at it.
Li Muchan swayed like a lotus leaf on the water, barely escaping from the sword light, and broke out in a cold sweat. If it hadn't been for his psychic powers, he wouldn't have been able to escape this moment.
He swung again and again, dodging the continuous sword light, not daring to fight Zheng Yaohe head-on. His sword was fast and hard, and he couldn't even catch it head-on.
It was all thanks to his mental understanding that he could avoid it in advance. Otherwise, he would have been in a hard fight and would be unable to extricate himself. In the end, he would not be able to escape the fate of defeat.
"Tsk!" Li Muchan stepped back and pressed his thumb.
"Ding, ding, ding, ding..." One finger made a loud sound, showing how fast the sword was.
After a long while, Li Muchan activated the formation and quickly disappeared into the formation, disappearing in front of Zheng Yaohe. Zheng Yaohe saw him disappear and hurriedly chased after him.
As soon as he chased the horse, he really fell into the formation. The five elements were reversed and the five senses were confused. So he walked around in circles with lightning speed.
He was chasing after Li Muchan's aura, and ran into the formation for a quarter of an hour before he noticed something strange. He stopped and looked around, his face was ashen, and he knew he was trapped in the talisman formation.
He sneered, took out a jade talisman from his arms, and slowly crushed it.
"Bang!" The jade talisman exploded into powder, and an invisible force was emitted. Li Muchan felt a flash in front of his eyes. The originally chaotic vitality suddenly dissipated, and the formation failed.
Li Muchan secretly exclaimed, knowing that this was a formation-breaking talisman. Both Zheng Yao and Zheng Yao had it. It seemed that they had a respected status in the Qinghe Sword Sect.
He couldn't think of anything else and disappeared in a flash.
In the blink of an eye, he returned to the restaurant in Yuezhao City and sat back to his original position. He was preparing to clean up with a grimace when he saw Li Muchan appear and was overjoyed.
Li Muchan tossed a piece of silver, ordered two more dishes, hurriedly took the money, agreed with a smile and ran away.
Li Muchan was drinking while thinking about what he had just learned. Zheng Yaohe's training method was unique, painful and difficult, but the effect was remarkable and it could make the sword so fast.
He stabbed the stone with a heavy sword. The sword became heavier and heavier, and the stone became harder and harder. He practiced hard for many years without any tricks at all. In the end, the sword was like lightning, which was hard to catch.
Li Muchan sighed secretly, this was similar to how he practiced flying knives in the past. It was a result of accumulated skills over time, and it was the most refined and powerful.
Zheng Yaohe relied on such hard training to surpass his fellow disciples of the Qinghe Sword Sect. Of course, his success was due to hard training and the exquisite mental skills of the Qinghe Sword Sect.
What Li Muchan was thinking about was how to surpass this technique and increase his sword speed faster, otherwise he would really be unable to deal with Zheng Yaohe. He had fast movements, fast swords, and deep internal strength. He couldn't defeat him, and his finger strength could not do anything.
A faster sword will do.
He was used to multitasking. While he was thinking, he raised his ears to listen to the conversations around him. Suddenly, a passage of words came into his ears, which made him feel refreshed.
"Mom, the secret book is in Mo's hands, we don't want to think about it!" Youru lowered his voice, and his voice was full of resentment.
The person next to him sighed: "Oh... Mo Shiren is so lucky. This guy is ruthless, so don't mess with him."
"I'm so unwilling!"
"It's no use being unwilling, skills are not as good as mastering them."
"It won't be easy for us if we don't have the surname Mo. It's up to us to spread the word!"
"Well..."
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and looked at the two of them with the Eye of the Void. One was tall and the other was short. The tall one was fat and the short one was thin. It was very uncoordinated for them to sit together.