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Chapter 92

Li Muchan kept walking and returned to the inn. Qinghe Town was the territory of the Qinghe Sword Sect, and outsiders were under their control.

However, the disciples of the Qinghe Sword Sect may not be able to see that these five people are at the top of their cultivation and have returned to their true nature, and they will inevitably suffer a loss when the time comes.

Li Muchan sat on the couch in the inn room, shook his head and smiled, without any intention of reminding him that the Qinghe Sword Sect was not a vegetarian and would not be easily solved.

He sat cross-legged, quickly gathered his breath and fell into concentration, immersed in the Sutra of Observing Heaven, Humans and Gods. After experiencing several worlds, Li Muchan found that his root was still Observing Heaven, Humans and Gods.

Dingzhong was unaware of the passage of time. When he woke up leisurely, it was still dark outside. Li Muchan seemed to have emerged from the water, and there was a fresh world in front of him.

With the deepening of the Observation of Heaven and God's Light, he felt this way every time he woke up from meditation, as if a new life had begun and he was reborn. His heart was filled with beauty and emotion, and he loved life more and more, which also made him cherish his life more.

He knew that this time he would be in samadhi for at least a day and a night. His eyes in the void looked around, looking for those five people. With the intuition enhanced by the Secret Art, he quickly found them in the inn where he was staying.

Li Muchan frowned and found that there were ten more top masters. Judging from their clothes, they should be from another group, not from the Huaqing Sect.

Li Muchan speculated that the disciples of the Huaqing Sect might have happened by chance, or came to watch the excitement, or were planning to take advantage of the situation and add insult to injury.

He closed his eyes slightly and divided his mind into two parts again. One part was staring at the thirteen top masters, and the other part was still studying the Great Zhou Tian Sword Technique.

The Da Zhou Tian swordsmanship made him want to stop, it was as enjoyable as solving a riddle. There was always a hint of mystery between the moves, which made him intoxicated.

The full moon has reached the west, and the darkest period of the night has arrived. The hazy moonlight seems to have lost its power and can no longer illuminate the surroundings.

Li Muchan's mind stirred, and he slowly woke up. Thirteen top masters left the inn, flying across the night sky like ghosts, making no sound.

Li Muchan raised his eyebrows, and kept staring at them with his Eyes of the Void, watching them silently deal with the Qinghe Sword Sect's outposts and secret sentries, and rush straight into the Qinghe Sword Sect.

Li Muchan originally thought that they could not escape the obstruction of the Talisman Formation, but he did not expect them to be able to escape unimpeded and rushed into the Qinghe Sword Sect in one breath.

Seeing this situation, no matter how stupid Li Muchan was, he understood that there was a traitor in the Qinghe Sword Sect, and it was a traitor of a high level, which affected the operation of the talisman array.

Soon someone came up to meet him, and Li Muchan even saw Deng Jiuru taking action himself. The Qinghe Sword Sect suffered heavy losses from him and was indeed severely damaged.

It is true that there are many masters, but there are not many masters who have reached the level of thirteen men in gray. Li Muchan shook his head. Their cultivation is profound, similar to his own before entering the Ming Mirror Sect.

Back then, he alone had made the Qinghe Sword Sect very upset. Now with thirteen of them, how could the Qinghe Sword Sect be able to stop them? They were retreating steadily even with their numerical advantage.

Li Muchan shook his head. It seemed that the sect leader's source of information was unusual. The Qinghe Sword Sect was really in trouble. They were in trouble on their own.

Just as he was about to leave, two long roars suddenly sounded, and two ghostly shadows floated into the field, instantly knocking away the two old men in gray.

Li Muchan took a closer look and saw that these two people were two old men with white beards and rosy faces like babies. It was hard to tell how old they were. Their eyes were like electricity and their aura was like a god. They were so awe-inspiring that they could not be looked at directly.

Li Muchan admired that these two old men were so advanced in cultivation that they were even better than the thirteen gray-clothed old men. They seemed to be the masters of the Qinghe Sword Sect.

The two old men were dressed in gray robes. At first glance, they looked like just villagers. Their beards and eyebrows were hunting and moving, and their momentum was astonishing. They were like swords unsheathed, with an unstoppable edge.

As soon as they took action, they knocked away the two gray-clothed old men. The disciples of the Qinghe Sword Sect cheered, and their spirits were lifted. They all rushed up desperately, but the effect was limited. The cultivation level of these thirteen old men was too high and they were like ants shaking an elephant.

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Four old men in gray clothes separated and floated up to meet the two of them. They moved their palms slowly and calmly, with solemn expressions, forcing the two old men in gray clothes to concentrate on dealing with them.

"Bang!" "Bang!" The collision of palms made a muffled sound that could be heard by everyone in the town. The sound was like thunder.

The four old men in gray clothes retreated, while the two old men in gray clothes stood firmly with their expressions as usual. The old men in gray clothes were fluttering as if blown by the strong wind.

The old man in four gray clothes took five steps back, then rushed forward again, pushing his palms slowly towards the two old men in gray clothes, forcing the two old men to confront each other head-on.

They entangled two old men in gray clothes. Although there were many masters of the Qinghe Sword Sect, they could not stop the other old men in gray clothes. The two who had been knocked away got up again and did not look injured.

Li Muchan watched the disciples of the Qinghe Sword Sect fall one by one, shook his head, and suddenly appeared in the Qinghe Sword Sect, saying in a deep voice: "Master Deng!"

There was blood at the corner of Deng Jiuru's mouth and he was seriously injured. When he heard the voice, he turned around and frowned and said, "Young Master Li hasn't left yet?"

Li Muchan smiled and said: "The sect leader dare not disobey the order. Head Deng should take a break and let me do it!"

There was a flash of sword light from his waist, and he slowly swiped the wrist of an old man in gray clothes. The movement was calm and slow, and the old man in gray clothes just pushed his wrist forward.

Seeing this sword, Deng Jiuru understood that Li Muchan's swordsmanship was far beyond his own level.

He turned around to see the disciples charging forward one after another, as if they were dying, unable to shake the old man in gray. He felt sad in his heart, and nodded slowly: "Thank you, Young Master Li!"

He had only one thought: as long as he could stop these guys from killing his disciples, he would pay any price!

Li Muchan slowly stabbed out with a smile, his feet fluttered, and the old men in gray clothes all raised their wrists as if they were sending themselves to death.

In the blink of an eye, the six old men in gray had their wrists injured and their swords fell from their hands. However, their left hands were still there, and they could still protect themselves even though their ferocity was reduced.

Li Muchan's feet fluttered like wind, and he attacked an old man in gray clothes. The old man in gray clothes swung away to avoid the tip of the sword.

Li Muchan slid up and followed him, the tip of the sword still shrouding him. The old man in gray clothes did not fight with him, but simply retreated, as fast as a ghost.

Li Muchan shook his head secretly. This man's Qinggong was unique, and he was especially good at moving and turning. Unless he used the magical power of teleportation, there was really nothing he could do.

Deng Jiuru said in a deep voice: "Everyone, come to me!"

People swarmed around him like ants. When the old men in gray saw this, they looked at each other and flew away with a roar, like thirteen bats flying across the night sky.

Li Muchan shook his head. These guys were difficult to deal with. They would run away as soon as they saw something happening and they would not hesitate. This kind of enemy is very scary.

Seeing them leaving, Deng Jiuru breathed a sigh of relief, pushed aside the crowd and came to Li Muchan, clasped his fists and said solemnly: "Thank you so much, Mr. Li!"

Li Muchan returned the sword to its sheath, clasped his fists and smiled: "Master Deng, I'm just following orders, no need to be polite! ... I won't disturb you too much, and I'll take my leave!"

After saying that, he nodded and smiled at the two old men in Ge clothes in the distance, and walked away under the watch of everyone.

"Xiao Deng, who is he?" an old man in Ge Yi asked in a deep voice.

Deng Jiuru waved his hand, and a handsome middle-aged man called people to help the wounded. Deng Jiuru came to the old man in Liang Geyi and sighed helplessly: "Uncle Meng, Uncle Jing, please take a step to speak."

The two old men frowned and looked at him, dissatisfied with his sneaky appearance, but without saying anything more, they followed him to the main hall next to them and stared at him.

Deng Jiuru smiled bitterly and said, "He is Li Wuji."

"Li Wuji..." The two old men pondered, thought carefully, and finally shook their heads. They had been practicing in seclusion and not paying attention to worldly affairs.

"Li Wuji from Tianyuan Pavilion." Deng Jiuru said.

"Is it him?!" The two old men's eyes suddenly widened, and their eyes shot out. Their murderous aura was real, and Deng Jiuru's whole body was as cold as if he had fallen into the glacier.

"Xiao Deng, why did you let him in!?" an old man shouted loudly.

Deng Jiuru smiled bitterly and said: "Uncle Meng, he is now a disciple of the Mingjing Sect!"

The two old men realized, their eyes softened a little, and they remembered the whole story. They didn't care about worldly affairs, but they were still aware of such a major event.

At first, Li Muchan's troubles greatly damaged the vitality of the Qinghe Sword Sect, and they almost took action, but unfortunately he was accepted as a disciple by the Mingjing Sect a step too late. If the Mingjing Sect had not been so prestigious, they would have secretly taken action to vent their hatred.

"It's this kid..." The two old men frowned, finally shook their heads and sighed quietly.

They saw Li Muchan's swordsmanship and thought they were no match for him. They didn't expect that he had improved so much and now they were powerless even if they wanted to kill him.

"This Li Wuji is indeed a genius. He has just entered the Mingjing Sect and came down the mountain!" Deng Jiuru sighed, shook his head and said: "Sect Master Huang sent him here to rescue, I guess it is to ease the relationship!"

"Alas..." The two old men shook their heads and sighed.

Despite their age, they have been practicing hard for so many years, but they are no match for such a young man. They are really ashamed to tell them.

But fortunately, they still have a fig leaf. The Mingjing Sect's mental skills are indeed exquisite, far from being comparable to the Qinghe Sword Sect, otherwise they would not have sent the most qualified disciples there!

"That's all, no matter what, it was him who saved us!" Another old man waved his hand and sighed: "If he hadn't taken action, we would have been in trouble this time!"

Although the two of them were able to trap the four men in gray, the remaining few were enough to kill Deng Jiuru and the others, and then come back to deal with them.

"Do you know who it is?" the old man asked before.

Deng Jiuru nodded slowly, his face darkening: "Uncle Meng, he should be from the Xijiang Gang!"

"Xijiang Gang?!" Uncle Meng frowned: "They are very courageous! ...There are so many masters?"

"It is said that the Xijiang Gang is the descendant of the Dajiang Sect. It seems that the rumors are true." Deng Jiuru said.

The faces of the two old men darkened.

"It's been more than a hundred years since the Dajiang Sect collapsed, and it looks like it's about to make a comeback!"

"It seems that he is the boss of the Dajiang Sect!" The old man surnamed Jing frowned: "Xiao Deng, you have to go to the Mirror Sect yourself!"

Another old man nodded slowly: "To deal with Dajiang Sect, we have to rely on Mingjing Sect!"

Deng Jiuru said: "Yes, I will leave for the Mingjing Sect tomorrow to express my gratitude in person."

This time without Li Muchan, the Qinghe Sword Sect was really in danger. He deeply felt that the Qinghe Sword Sect was weak and needed the protection of the Mingjing Sect.

They didn't know it, but the Mingjing Sect was able to hear the news in advance. The knowledge of this news alone showed the sect's background.

"Be careful, maybe the Xijiang Gang doesn't want to give up."

Deng Jiuru nodded: "Yes, I will change my appearance and I won't recognize you."

When he reached this state, he didn't care about his morale or face. He only thought about how to persuade the Mingjing Sect to help and destroy the Xijiang Clan. Otherwise, the Qinghe Sword Sect would not have a good life. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, novels are better. Update faster!)


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