Li Muchan stood high and did not move, just watching with cold eyes.
In addition to the six people who made the move, there were six other people watching, looking coldly at Li Zongheng and Song Wenbin.
The person at the head was tall, with a round face, white and plump. He stood among the crowd like a chicken standing out from the crowd, with a cold light in his eyes.
Li Muchan frowned, he had never seen this disciple before.
Although Li Muchan entered the inner sect and became a direct disciple, he was very unfamiliar with the inner sect disciples. As soon as he entered the inner sect, he practiced martial arts in seclusion. As a result, something went wrong and he caused a big fuss in Wuji Hall, causing big trouble.
He had been recovering from his injuries in front of Wen Yinyue. After recovering from his injuries, he was punished by sweeping the steps and had no contact with the inner disciples at all.
Besides, being punished by sweeping the steps was the most embarrassing thing. He was also focused on practicing ruthless sleeves and didn't want to talk to anyone. Those who wanted to talk to him knew how powerful he was, so they didn't dare to get close.
As a result, he had few friends on Canghai Mountain and was a stranger to the inner disciples.
Li Zongheng and Song Wenbin's backs were against each other. One fist was like a vinegar bowl, and the other was like an iron hammer. Each punch was so painful that the opponent grinned.
The two of them opened their eyes angrily, and started fighting with all their strength, neither dodging nor dodging. They only focused on one hit with all their might. While they were beating others, they were also being beaten by others.
As a result, the two of them were beaten into pig heads, and their opponent was also beaten into a pig head, unable to gain any advantage.
The tall young man looked on coldly and made no move, but the five people behind him were unwilling to give in. One young man whispered: "Brother Zhao, let's go together!"
Another person said: "Brother Zhao, I'm going to get the stick!"
The tall and strong young man turned his head and glared at the speaker: "What nonsense!... When fellow disciples use force, they are not allowed to use weapons, and they are not allowed to use fatal moves. You don't know about deadly martial arts?!"
The person who spoke before was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a strange appearance, a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, a thin and yellow complexion, an inverted eyebrow, mung bean eyes, and a mustache on his lips. He looked indescribably vulgar and disgusting.
His beady eyes shone with a cold light, and he touched the mustache on his lips. He chuckled and said, "There are no other people around. If you kill him and throw him into the river, who knows!"
"Shut up!" The tall, strong young man frowned and his face darkened.
He said coldly: "We are not enemies of life and death, how can we be so cruel?!...Besides, the rules of the sect are ruthless. If we kill them, we won't be able to survive!"
"...Yes, I was confused for a moment, or Brother Zhao is calm and has a high vision!" The bead-eyed young man lowered his head, but his eyes flickered with cold light.
Li Muchan stood above him, and the breeze blew slowly. He could hear the words of the two people faintly, and he frowned at the man.
His eyes were like lightning, piercing through the void and piercing into the young man's eyes.
The pea-eyed young man could sense it and quickly turned around to see Li Muchan on the steps in the distance.
He lost his voice and said: "Why is he here? It's not good!"
The tall young man turned around and saw Li Muchan. He narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Well done!"
The other four people turned around and saw Li Muchan, their expressions changed.
Li Muchan walked down slowly, one step at a time, his loose monk robes fluttering.
Most of the disciples of the Canghai Sword Sect wear smart clothes, young men and black women, wearing monk's robes. Apart from Master Zhuzhao and Master Zhumei, he is the only one.
Zhanran's famous name has already caused a stir in the Canghai Sword Sect, and the shadow of his famous tree, even though he has been given a silence order, it is inevitable that the news will be exposed unintentionally.
As soon as he revealed his voice, he moved up and down again, and kept emphasizing that Zhanran's martial arts were so powerful that he was rare in the world, and he was truly the number one master in the sect.
Most people didn't see Li Muchan show off his power, but when they heard what they said, they felt a little bit convinced and a little curious.
At this time, when they really saw him, even though they were so far away, everyone could still feel a force coming towards their faces, like a mountain pressing down on them, making their knees weak.
Li Muchan walked step by step, while Li Zongheng and Song Wenbin were still fighting fiercely. They were fighting like children, giving up their moves and just using their strength to beat people with their fists.
He slowly and leisurely, step by step, finally walked to the crowd.
The tall and strong young man came up to us, clasped his fists and smiled: "Junior brother Zhanran, long time no see, how are you doing?"
Li Muchan nodded, joined in the tithe, and said calmly: "Brothers, Junior Brother Li, and Junior Brother Song, what are you doing to offend me that you are besieging me?"
His tone was indifferent and his words were direct, with a hint of gunpowder.
The tall young man smiled and said: "It's nothing, I'm just teaching the newcomers a lesson, letting them know the rules and not to be too presumptuous."
Li Muchan laughed, stroking the beard on his lips and said with a smile: "Rules?...Besides the sect rules, are there any other rules? I don't know, you senior brothers must let me know!"
"Junior Brother Zhanran is joking." The tall young man smiled.
He didn't pay much attention to it. Fellow disciples couldn't kill him. Besides, the master's yin and yang creation skills meant that even if he was seriously injured, he couldn't lose his life.
You have nothing to fear, so you don't have to be too scrupulous about the masters of the same sect.
Although Li Muchan was rumored to have extremely high martial arts skills, it must be true, but he was being punished now and would not dare to do anything again, so he was not afraid.
Li Muchan pointed to the opposite side: "Senior Brother Zhao, let them stop."
Senior Brother Zhao shook his head: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, wait until you're beaten to the ground. It's too gentle and won't be remembered long."
Li Muchan chuckled lightly, shook his head, stepped on his foot, and suddenly disappeared, appearing between Li Zongheng and Song Wenbin, with a flick of his right sleeve.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" The four people flew up and fell heavily on the stone steps below. Then they remained motionless and motionless.
"You——?" Senior Brother Zhao was startled and pointed at him with a glare.
The remaining five people hurriedly ran out, helped four people up, and looked down at their injuries. They all had serious expressions on their faces, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Li Zongheng and Song Wenbin were leaning against each other, gasping for air. Their green shirts were all wet, their hair was messy, and their faces were bruised and swollen, making them extremely miserable.
After taking two deep breaths, Li Zongheng straightened up and said loudly: "Zhanran, what you did was not helpful at all. I almost beat them to the ground!"
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Are you Li Zongheng?"
Li Zongheng snorted: "Nonsense! You must have gone crazy again and can't recognize me!"
Li Muchan laughed loudly and shook his head: "You can't blame me! You can't blame me! Senior Brother Song, look at him, can you let him out?"
Song Wenbin chuckled: "It's really different now that it's swollen like this."
Li Zongheng glared at him and said: "You can't be any stronger. Our boss should not talk about the second child!"
Seeing Li Muchan chatting and laughing with the two of them, joking and ignoring him at all, the tall and strong young man stared at him with a gloomy face.
Soon, the wretched young man ran over and whispered into his ear.
The tall young man frowned, glared at him angrily, and snorted: "Shut up! It's a bad idea!"
The wretched young man shook his head, sighed, looked at Li Muchan again, and whispered: "Brother Zhao, if you don't kill the snake, you will suffer from it instead!"
The tall and muscular young man waved his hands and said impatiently: "You just think of these sinister methods all day long! ... It's okay to deal with outsiders, but if you use it to deal with your own people, you are courting death!"
"Brother Zhao..." The wretched young man was unconvinced.
"Okay!" The tall and strong young man waved his hand and hummed: "...You are just short-sighted!... Do you think you can do it without being noticed by yourself and hide it from the leader?
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"How will you know if you don't try?" said the wretched young man.
The tall young man waved his hand and said impatiently: "Don't try it! ... These methods of yours are just low-level, cannot be put on the table, and have limited use!"
Li Muchan turned around and looked at the two arguing with a smile.
He smiled and said: "This senior brother is really ruthless and has no sympathy at all. I advise senior brother Zhao to stay away from him!"
The tall young man's face darkened and he said coldly, "Junior Brother Zhanran is worried about me!"
The wretched young man's eyes flashed coldly and he sneered: "If Senior Brother Zhao had followed my plan, these two people would have died long ago without a burial place. How can they be so rampant here?!"
Li Muchan frowned and looked at him, and suddenly said: "How did you join our Canghai Sword Sect?"
The wretched young man sneered and glared at Li Muchan with disdain: "You are too lenient, but I won't say anything!"
Li Muchan shook his head and said: "I held the breath of those four people. It's no big deal. They will wake up naturally after a while, but you want to take the opportunity to kill them and put the blame on me... Oh, you are so cruel and cruel!"
The expression of the wretched young man changed, and then he sneered: "You are so vicious if you can think of this!"
The rest of the people turned their heads and looked at the wretched young man, then at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Monks don't lie. If what I say is true or false, I think Senior Brother Zhao will understand. Why not ask him?"
Everyone turned to the tall and strong young man. He felt a little uncomfortable. He coughed lightly and turned his head away from everyone's eyes. He said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Zhanran, have you settled this matter?"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Senior Brother Zhao is serious. This is not an argument, but an injustice! ...Two out of ten, I really can't stand the fact that our inner disciples of the Canghai Sword Sect are so promising!"
The tall young man's fair face turned red and he hummed, "Junior Brother Zhanran, do you want to spar?"
Li Muchan laughed and suddenly waved his sleeves. The six people in front of him suddenly flew up, flew high, fell heavily, and hit the steps below like stones.
As soon as they hit the ground, they immediately held their breath.
Li Zongheng watched them fly out, slowly turned his head, and said loudly: "Zhanran, you are nosy again!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "You want to take revenge on your own?...We'll have to practice for a few years before we decide!"
Li Zongheng shouted unconvinced: "Nonsense!...With our ability, we will be able to defeat them in a year!"
Song Wenbin pulled his sleeve and sighed: "Forget it, I've already been beaten, what's the use of talking about it!"
Li Zongheng snorted and said: "These guys are just bullying!... They are despicable and shameless. It is really embarrassing to have these fellow disciples!"
Song Wenbin nodded with deep approval.
Li Muchan looked at the ten people below, thoughtfully.
Seeing this, Li Zongheng wiped the smile from his lips and hummed: "Zhanran, are you going to have bad water in your stomach again?"
Song Wenbin followed Li Muchan's gaze and said, "Zhanran, this man's name is Fang Zizhou. He is a well-known dog-headed military advisor. He is cunning and cunning. It would be a bad idea to mess with him."