Li Muchan's figure flashed, suddenly stepped back, and appeared next to Mr. Feng, looking at him coldly.
Mr. Feng laughed loudly, clasped his fists and said, "I haven't asked you about your surname Gao yet. My surname is Feng, my name is Baishan, and I am a sect of Lei Jianfeng."
Li Muchan looked at him coldly, looking up and down, his eyes expressionless, as if he were looking at a dead person.
Although Feng Baishan was well-educated, he couldn't help but get angry. He suppressed his smile and said calmly: "You have gained a great reputation and don't dare to tell me?"
Li Muchan said coldly: "You want to stop me?"
Feng Baishan nodded: "Yes, you are from Dayan. If you offend our Lingyun City, your crime will not be forgiven!"
"Why talk nonsense, just do it!" Li Muchan sneered.
"Okay!... Your Excellency is so unfriendly, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Feng Baishan said solemnly.
Li Muchan looked at him coldly, stretched out his hand, and made two gentle moves.
This action immediately angered Feng Baishan. His eyes froze, a cold light shot out, and a bolt of lightning suddenly burst out from his waist, which was dazzling and unpredictable.
Li Muchan retreated suddenly, twisting his body a few times while retreating, and was able to avoid the dense sword light in a moment.
He stopped ten feet away, and Feng Baishan also stopped. Hengjian stared coldly at Li Muchan, his eyes full of surprise. He didn't expect that he could escape unscathed.
The thunder sword of Lei Jian Peak is famous all over the world and no one knows it. The light of the sword is as fast as thunder falling from the sky. It is so violent that it sweeps through everything and nothing can stop it.
But this person dodged a few times and avoided the thunder sword with incredible ease.
Li Muchan looked at him indifferently, with no expression on his face, no surprise, no joy, no pride, as if he had done something insignificant and not worth mentioning.
"Your Excellency is so powerful!" Feng Baishan nodded slowly.
Although I feel uncomfortable and the thunder sword has no effect, I really admire the man in front of me. Since he came down from the mountain, no one can resist the thunder sword. He is the first person who can avoid the thunder sword.
He has profound cultivation and is a once-in-a-lifetime genius at Thunder Sword Peak. He is extremely talented and stunning. Since coming down from the mountain, he has been invincible under the Thunder Sword and has almost firmly become the number one young master in Western Zhao.
Therefore, he has a well-educated body, but he is still arrogant and does not care much about the feelings of others when he speaks.
Li Muchan said calmly: "Try my sword skills!"
After saying that, he pointed lightly.
"Hi——!" A roar suddenly sounded, like a tiger descending from the mountain.
The air in front of him seemed to be boiling, and there were layers upon layers visible to the inner eye, like dark clouds rolling toward Feng Baishan. It looked slow, but it arrived in the blink of an eye.
Feng Baishan frowned and stared at the billowing air. The sword in his hand became brighter and brighter, the brightness far exceeded the moonlight, and it actually felt like direct sunlight.
"Bang!" He suddenly thrust out his sword and flew out immediately.
He felt like being hit by a huge tree, retreating straight in the air, like being pulled violently backward by a line, and instantly retreated ten feet away, staggering back a few steps, his face flushed and drunk.
Li Muchan had no expression on his face, stretched out his hand, raised his little finger, and pointed far away.
"Chi--!" There was a slight whistle, like a breeze passing through the treetops.
Feng Baishan endured the shock of his blood, concentrated on his eyes, and thrust out another sword fiercely.
"Bo!" There was a crisp sound, and the sword was released immediately, and he retreated quickly again.
Li Muchan's face was expressionless, and he pointed with his index finger, "Chi!" With a harsh and unpleasant whistle like tearing clothes, a qi sword struck in front of Feng Baishan.
In desperation, he could only punch, and with a muffled "bang" sound, he turned somersaults in the air and flew higher.
Li Muchan pointed his middle finger, and the sword energy surged towards him. Feng Baishan was helpless. He was in the air, he could not avoid it, and his energy and blood were surging, so even if he wanted to move away, it was too late.
He could only punch once, and with a muffled "bang" sound, he turned two somersaults and flew higher.
Li Muchan pointed one finger after another, and Feng Baishan was like a ball, flying around in the air without a chance to fall. His blood was surging, and the corners of his mouth were already bloody.
He was holding back a huge rage in his heart. Ever since he started practicing martial arts, he had never been so aggrieved, suffered such shame and humiliation, and wished he could die together.
Unfortunately, the long sword was out of hand, and he only had a pair of fists, so he couldn't get close. He could only be forced to take the force of his fingers, and suffered increasingly violent impacts.
Li Muchan stretched out more than a dozen fingers. Feng Baishan's movements were already sluggish, his whole body was almost exhausted, his organs were injured by the shock, and blood was pouring from the corners of his mouth.
Li Muchan suddenly retracted his fingers and watched calmly as he landed, staggered a few steps, and sat down on the ground in a state of embarrassment, unable to get up again.
The internal organs are cramped, and I can't move even if I want to.
Li Muchan paced with his hands behind his back, came to him, looked at him condescendingly, and said lightly: "Lei Jianfeng, what a great name!"
After that, he flashed away, appeared a mile away in an instant, flashed twice more, and disappeared into the vast night, as if he had never appeared before.
Feng Baishan gritted his teeth and stared in the direction where he disappeared. Li Muchan's cold and ruthless expression kept flashing in front of his eyes, and he felt a faint sneer in his eyes.
"One day..., one day..." He breathed heavily and gritted his teeth. He wanted to crush the teeth in his mouth, but he couldn't understand the hatred.
"Bang" he hit the grass hard with his fist, making a big hole. He slowly turned over and sat up cross-legged, and began to adjust his breathing.
The anger in his heart surged to the sky, and he vowed to take revenge.
Li Muchan stopped in a woods and then lifted the Ming Dynasty King Sutra.
Now he has five heart beads and a strong spirit. It is not difficult to control the Ming Dynasty King Sutra. He can lift it if he wants to, and his mind is clear when it is running.
However, in the Ming Dynasty Wangjing, emotions seemed to be abandoned. There was no human emotion, no pleasure, no joy in my heart, only as cold as water, and my whole person turned into a machine.
He disliked this feeling very much, and even after removing the Ming Dynasty King Sutra, this feeling still lingered around him, and he became alienated and unfamiliar with feelings.
He found that every time he used the Daming King Sutra, human emotions seemed to decrease a bit. If he used it a few more times, he was afraid that it would eventually become an emotionless thing.
He is not afraid of death and knows what death is like, but he is afraid of turning into an emotionless monster. The less you use this Ming Dynasty King's Sutra, the better.
Moreover, if we can add a few more Heart Beads, the negative effects of the Ming Dynasty Sutra will probably be less. The top priority is to strengthen ourselves.
He adjusted his breathing in the woods for a long time, suppressed the uncontrollable fatigue, and practiced the small dragon form several times. He only stopped after the army's internal strength increased and the air membrane was restored.
He suddenly looked up and saw two eagles soaring in the night sky, stretching and leisurely. It was difficult to see them unless he had extraordinary eyesight.
He recognized the two eagles he had rescued at a glance, shook his head and smiled, not knowing what they wanted to do. They both longed for freedom and often hovered above him, never leaving each other, which was quite strange.
He smiled secretly, presumably they were also conflicted in their hearts.
Li Muchan came out of the woods, dragged his tired body, walked slowly, climbed up the west city wall, and went back to his house in the inner camp.
As soon as he returned to the house, Yan Lengsi came and knocked on the door. Li Muchan let him in. He was surprised when he saw that Li Muchan couldn't hide his fatigue.
He had never seen Li Muchan like this. Even when he was fighting against several masters, he was still full of energy and not tired. This was rare nowadays.
"Monk, are you injured?" he asked with concern.
Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "I fought with you and lost my strength. It doesn't matter. I just need to rest for a few days."
Yan Lengsi stared at him, and it really didn't look like he was injured. He quickly said: "Okay, you should rest quickly...that eagle...?"
He scratched his head in embarrassment, coming here so late just to ask how it turned out.
Li Muchan shook his head: "It's a long story, I'll tell you tomorrow."
"...Okay then." Yan Lengsi was unwilling to give in, but nodded helplessly and retreated.
Li Muchan secretly laughed, knowing that after such a delay, Yan Lengsi would not want to fall asleep tonight, and was itching unbearably, just to test his temper.
Li Muchan sat cross-legged on the couch, performed the Observation of Heaven and Human Spirits Sutra, and his body entered the lotus. The moonlight soaked his body like substance.
The Yongquan Point is as bright as the morning star, constantly absorbing the moonlight, making it so comfortable that it is indescribable.
He suddenly remembered that he had time to practice all the acupoints all over his body. The Guantianrenshenzhao Sutra also had the magic of cutting hair and cleansing the marrow. After practicing these acupoints, the effect would be better.
At noon, Li Muchan woke up from the meditation on the Divine Illumination Sutra. The fatigue all over his body disappeared. He got off his seat and rested on the bed. He performed several small dragon forms at the same time, and his internal energy surged from the gushing spring and became even stronger.
Li Muchan understood that this was the effect of the Observation of Heaven, Man and God's Illumination Sutra, cutting hair and washing the marrow, and expanding the acupuncture points. Although it was not as fast as the Nine Turns of the Marrow Washing Sutra, it was better and lasted longer.
He decided to immediately start retreating, using his mind to refine acupoints, and refine all the major acupoints around his body until his mind and spirit were unified.
As soon as he came out, he was immediately surrounded by Mr. Ji and the others. He was dragged to a small pavilion next to him, where he sat down and talked. Mr. Li also offered tea attentively.
Li Muchan smiled and took a sip of tea.
"Mingkong, are you holding the eagle?" Old Man Li blinked his eyes and asked eagerly.
Li Muchan nodded and shook his head.
Old Man Li was so anxious that he jumped up and down: "What do you mean? Don't be so pretentious and tell me!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I met two eagles, but I couldn't conquer them."
After that, he explained the whole story clearly and pointed to the sky, where two eagles were circling, gracefully and slowly, leisurely.
"Is that your eagle?" Old Man Li scratched his head.
Li Muchan shook his head: "They just followed me but didn't listen to me, so that's not it."
"Grandma, you are such a white-eyed wolf!" Old Man Li raised his head and scolded.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "There's nothing wrong with wishing for freedom. It's just ten taels of silver, it's nothing."
"Mingkong deserves to be a monk, he is really free and easy." Mr. Ji smiled and patted Mr. Li on the shoulder: "Forget it, don't have too much hope."
"I thought the little monk could give us a surprise!" Old Man Li rolled his eyes at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan rubbed his nose and smiled, asking for leave from Mr. Ji, wanting to practice in seclusion.
Mr. Ji nodded: "Well, that's fine, don't forget to take a look at the Duanyue Sword, maybe you can learn something."
Li Muchan didn't say anything about his encounter with Feng Baishan. He didn't have the Great Ming Dynasty King's Scripture, so he was definitely not Feng Baishan's enemy. He kept thinking about his swordsmanship in his mind and decided to go back and study it.