Wu Miaofeng said calmly: "Little Master, it's up to you to judge whether it's true or false. We can't force you to believe it, can we?"
Li Muchan said: "Well, let me follow the recipe and try to make it myself to see if it is true or false."
"You know how to make elixirs?" Wu Miaofeng frowned.
Li Muchan smiled: "I don't know how to practice, but aren't there people in your sect who know how to practice?"
"Hmm... that's fine." Wu Miaofeng nodded and said, "I'll do it myself."
Li Muchan suddenly smiled and said, "I suddenly changed my mind!"
Wu Miaofeng looked calm and said calmly: "It doesn't hurt to talk and listen."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I figured it out. Instead of asking for this formula, it is better to have a ready-made elixir...just fifty Yuan-Guarding Pills!"
He continued: "It's too easy to manipulate the formula!"
"The young master is a monk, so he doesn't trust us too much." Wu Miaofeng shook his head and smiled.
Li Muchan smiled: "Because I am a monk, I can see more clearly. Please stop!"
"Okay, just follow my little master!" Wu Miaofeng agreed happily.
An old man beside him took out a handful of porcelain vases, each about the size of a palm, from his arms. There were three in total, and handed them 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 for a few times and nodded slowly: "Okay, happy!... I don't have to test it, that's it, let's start the competition!"
Wu Miaofeng smiled and said: "Don't worry, let's take a look at the little master's sword first."
Li Muchan stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled and threw the knife away. There was a flash of cold light and the air around him dropped.
The disciples slowly stopped and stared absently. When they saw his sword unsheathed and thrown towards the leader, their eyes widened.
Wu Miaofeng reached out to take the long knife, looked down, and his expression suddenly changed. The other three old men hurriedly came over and looked at each other for a few times. Their eyes communicated with each other, as if they were talking.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "But is it true?"
As soon as he came to Lingshan Sect and saw these four old men, he had no favorable impression. He felt that these four people were sanctimonious and not good people.
He was too lazy to be polite to such a guy and felt that he had been wronged.
Even though his motives were impure and he wanted to get the Yuan-Guarding Pill, if they had the right intentions, he would just win it back openly without having to rob it.
If they have evil intentions and use some destructive tricks, I won't be polite!
Wu Miaofeng nodded: "Although I don't know if it is the real Yue-breaking knife, this knife is indeed good. Okay, let's just settle on it!"
Li Muchan said with a smile: "Then I will learn from seniors' clever tricks?"
Wu Miaofeng pondered for a moment, slowly shook his head, and looked at the other old man.
He thought for a while, his mind was racing, and he could not suppress his murderous intention. However, when he saw Li Muchan's smile, he became wary. After thinking about it a thousand times, he finally decided to ask the senior brother with the strongest martial arts among them to take action and do something fair and just.
Take this knife.
The old man is tall and burly, with a face like a crown of jade. Although his hair is snowy and his eyebrows are frosty, there is no wrinkle on his face, just like a young man with white hair.
However, a pair of eyes showed vicissitudes of life, as if they could see through the world.
He smiled slightly, took a step forward, and said to Li Muchan: "Little Master, I will fight with you!"
His expression was gentle, and his voice was gentle and calm, unhurried and unhurried, but every word was full of compelling momentum, his words were precise and full of force.
Li Muchan was secretly surprised that his pronunciation method was similar to the Buddhist mantra. Although he understood it, he had never thought of using it in this way.
He was quite pleasantly surprised, as if another door had been opened. Although the mantra is mysterious and can control the mind, the way of pronunciation of the mantra is also unique and should be used.
If you can speak in the way of pronunciation of mantra, power will be generated invisibly, which is more labor-saving, more cost-effective and mysterious than showing martial arts.
He was overjoyed in his heart, his face remained calm, he cupped his fists and said with a smile: "I haven't asked senior Gao for his name yet."
"I'm Wei Xuanfeng." The old man said slowly.
Li Muchan took a step back, clasped his fists and said, "Senior Wei, please stop! ... We have to agree beforehand that we will only fight this one battle and decide the outcome in one battle!"
"Exactly!" Wu Miaofeng nodded hurriedly.
Yan Lengsi looked at Wei Xuanfeng and Wu Miaofeng, then took a step forward and approached Li Muchan: "Monk, this person is powerful, can he succeed?"
Li Muchan turned around and saw the worry and concern on his face, and laughed softly: "Let's give it a try...if I lose, you can get away first."
"...Okay!" Yan Lengsi wanted to object, but then nodded.
In his heart, he didn't want to do such a thing. He felt that it was unfair and unethical, but it didn't matter if he couldn't accept Li Muchan's persuasion. He would just repay their favor in the future.
Wei Xuanfeng said calmly: "I am practicing boxing. If my young master is practicing swordsmanship, you may as well use a sword. It doesn't matter to me."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I am a palmist, just in time. Senior, please——!"
"Okay! Haha..." Wei Xuanfeng smiled broadly while stroking his beard.
The laughter stopped suddenly, the smile suddenly faded, and he suddenly punched me, like a tiger leaping over, with all its beard and hair flying, and a strong wind blowing around it.
Li Muchan's eyes flashed, he took a bow and extended his palm to meet his fist.
There was a muffled sound like a pebble falling into a deep well, and fists and palms colliding.
A strong wind suddenly rose and rolled up the clothes of the two people wildly. The people around them were not spared, their hair was flying and their clothes were shaking, as if they were in a strong wind.
Wu Miaofeng and the other two old men's expressions changed, and they stood firm on their feet. However, Jin Shijie staggered three steps back, as if he had fallen into the sea, silently, but his potential was surging and he could not control himself.
Yan Lengsi swayed for a moment, stepped forward, his breath sank, and he suddenly stopped again. He breathed in secretly. It was so dangerous, so dangerous, and almost embarrassing him.
In the strong wind, Li Muchan's clothes were fluttering, but his figure stood firm and motionless.
Wei Xuanfeng took a step back, stamped his foot, and the platform shook. When he raised his leg again, a footprint as deep as three inches was already imprinted on it.
Li Muchan narrowed his eyes and applauded: "What a good move!"
This move of his transfers the power to his feet. This is something he is proficient in, but he has never seen anyone else do it. The control of power requires a high degree of proficiency.
Unexpectedly, I met you here today, and I was very surprised.
Moreover, in this head-on confrontation, he knew well that in terms of deep internal strength, he was slightly inferior, but he was about the same. With the addition of his divine power, he had the upper hand.
All thanks to the gift of the Nine Turns of Marrow Cleansing Sutra, the inner strength is doubled, and in terms of depth, one can be ranked among the first-class masters in the world, and can protect oneself more than enough.
Wei Xuanfeng let out a breath and widened his eyes: "Okay! Okay!"
He didn't expect that the man in front of him at such an age would have such power, which was a bit shocking.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "This move is very subtle. I admire it. Try another move from me!"
He spoke, kicked his feet, and punched out, falling like a meteor.
"Bo!" There was a muffled sound, and Wei Xuanfeng stretched out his palm to take it.
There was no momentum like before, and the surroundings were motionless.
Li Muchan did not move, but Wei Xuanfeng swayed and slowly took three steps back.
Take one step at a time, the first one is two inches long, the second one is deeper, the third one is deeper, then stand firm and never retreat.
With a long smile, Li Muchan kicked his feet and punched again: "Come again!"
Wei Xuanfeng took out his palm again, caught it again, took three steps back, one step at a time, just like before, shallow first and then deeper, transferring his strength to his feet.
Li Muchan gained the upper hand and punched one after another, but each time he waited for Wei Xuanfeng to stand firm before striking again, as if he had a match.
In the eyes of others, Li Muchan had the upper hand, suppressing Wei Xuanfeng and fighting. Everyone in the audience clenched their fists, eager to rush forward to help.
The top master of Lingshan Sect was bullied by a young monk and was unable to fight back!
Fortunately, Uncle Wei was not injured, but was temporarily at a disadvantage.
Yan Lengsi smiled broadly and nodded endlessly. Jin Shijie stared straight at Li Muchan with a gloomy expression. However, Wu Miaofeng and the other three looked calm and looked at the two men indifferently, thoughtfully.
Li Muchan stopped and said with a smile: "Senior Wei, it's not fun to go on like this. Let's do it instead!"
Wei Xuanfeng stood calmly and nodded slowly: "That's fine!"
Without waiting for Li Muchan to agree, he punched Li Muchan in the chest with a loud punch. In an instant, it was as fast as lightning.
Li Muchan gave a long laugh, stretched out his palm to take it, made a "pop" sound, and took three steps back. Each step left a clear footprint, just like Wei Xuanfeng.
Wei Xuanfeng's face changed slightly and he looked surprised.
This trick is the most sublime and wonderful skill of Lingshan Sect. How did he learn it?!
"Come again!" He shouted, his fist already approaching.
Li Muchan took it hard and took two steps back, one step at a time, completely releasing his inner strength.
"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 loudly, his fists as fierce as a tiger's roar.
Li Muchan stretched out his palm to catch it, but this time he did not take a step back and stood firmly, but his feet sank slightly.
"Come again!" Wei Xuanfeng's jade-like face turned red, and he punched in anger.
Li Muchan stretched out his palms to catch it, floated up, drew an arc in the air with his feet, and landed steadily without taking a step back, with a smile on his face.
Wei Xuanfeng's eyes were shining brightly, his face was red, and he stared at Li Muchan in disbelief.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I know a little bit about the method of transplanting flowers and grafting trees onto trees, but I don't know which of us is better or worse?"
Wei Xuanfeng took a long breath and nodded slowly: "Awesome!... I didn't expect you to have such advanced cultivation at such a young age!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Lingshan's wonderful skills are also extraordinary. If there is nothing else, seniors should just admit defeat!"
"Take another punch from me!" Wei Xuanfeng took a deep breath, raised his palms to his chest, and slowly turned them up. His face was serious, and his hands felt as if they were of great weight.
Slowly, his palms were like holding a ball, and slowly they came together. He raised his palms up and down, slowly kneading the invisible ball, and his movements became faster and faster.
Li Muchan frowned, pinched a cold iron needle with his fingers, used the Arrow Control Technique, and kept drawing his inner energy into the cold iron needle.
This cold iron needle is a good thing in the army. It was made by the way when the deer cutting knife was repaired last time.
With this cold iron needle, you can cast the Yellow Dragon Flying Sword and cover your own flying sword, which is the best. Moreover, this needle is made of special material, has strong endurance, and can contain extremely deep internal energy.
He stretched out his hand and took out his sleeves, holding the cold iron needle between his fingers. It shone darkly in the sun, and everyone could see it, and he felt awe-inspiring in his heart.
Wei Xuanfeng glanced at it and saw the cold iron needle, but ignored it and slowly rubbed the invisible ball. His robe puffed up like it was inflated, and his beard and eyebrows fluttered as if bathed in a strong wind.
His eyes were gleaming and powerful, like a god descending to earth. Everyone in the audience stared at him 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 rubbing with his palms became slower and slower, as if it was becoming more and more laborious. His face turned red, and he could lose control at any time, giving people the feeling of being on the verge of collapse.
His movements suddenly stagnated, and he shouted angrily: "Go!"
The sound was like a huge thunder exploding. While shouting angrily, he violently pushed towards Li Muchan with both palms.
Invisible and surging power rushed towards them, and everyone in the audience took a few steps back, unable to help themselves.
Jin Shijie got close and flew out, paused in the air, and landed on the ground. Yan Lengsi tried his best to hold on, but couldn't resist the push, so he could only stagger back and jump off the stage.
Wu Miaofeng and three others squatted slightly and stood firmly, like old trees taking root on the rock. Their beards fluttered and their clothes were fluttering, as if they were standing against a strong wind.
Li Muchan smiled slightly, and suddenly flicked it gently, and the cold iron needle slowly flew out, floating away in the wind like a goose feather.
"Boom!" There was a crisp sound, and a wave seemed to ripple in the air.
The cold iron needle stagnated, hovering in the air, motionless, for about three or four seconds, and then slowly fell down like a feather, as if it was being held up by an invisible force.
The invisible force surged in again, and everyone in the audience couldn't help but retreat again. Their clothes were pressed against their bodies by this force, and many people were pushed backwards and fell.
Li Muchan made a move with his hand, and the cold iron needle flashed, returned to his hand, and put it in his arms. Li Muchan cupped his fists and smiled and said: "Senior Wei, I accept the offer!"
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 expression changed.
Li Muchan laughed, looked at the other three old men, and then his eyes fell on Wu Miaofeng: "Senior Wu, does he want to regret it?"
"Haha..." Wu Miaofeng laughed, shook his head and said, "Little Master, I misunderstood!"
He waved his hand, and another old man stepped forward and handed Li Muchan three porcelain bottles, which were the same three bottles of Gu Yuan Dan previously.
Li Muchan said: "Xiao Yan, come and take a look!"
"Here we come!" Yan Lengsi jumped onto the stage, took the porcelain bottle, examined it, and nodded: "It's true."
Li Muchan smiled and clasped his fists: "I accept the bet and win, that's good, Senior Wu, let's say goodbye!"
With that said, he picked up Yan Lengsi and left.
"Wait a minute!" Wu Miaofeng hurriedly raised his hand.