Showing Power (Fourth Update)

Li Muchan looked at everyone with a smile. The two people in the lead were old men, both wearing black robes. Their faces were gloomy, as if they were covered with a layer of ice.

One is tall and thin, with a gloomy face that looks like dripping water; the other is short and stocky, but has an indifferent look and a face full of arrogance.

The short old man took a step forward and glanced at the twelve big men on the ground. They formed a circle and were very neat. His throat was bleeding, and the smell of blood was pungent to his nose.

"Hmph, useless trash!" The old man sneered and looked up at Li Muchan and Zhao Mingyue: "Are you disciples of Yubing Pavilion?"

Zhao Mingyue hummed: "Yes, I am Zhao Mingyue!"

"Zhao Mingyue?" The old man raised his brows and looked at her thoughtfully: "Are you Zhao Mingyue, the prodigy that Yubing Pavilion claims has not been seen in hundreds of years?"

"It's me." Zhao Mingyue said coldly.

The old man laughed loudly and shook his head: "It's really hard to walk on iron shoes without any wrists. It takes no effort to get it. Well, you are Zhao Mingyue!"

Zhao Mingyue said calmly: "What's good? You are taught by the Sacred Heart. Who are you?"

The old man laughed loudly and said: "Our Sacred Heart Sect has been hiding in the mountains and concentrating on growing. Of course, you are not the same. But now it is finally time to break out of the cocoon and become famous all over the world. Your Yubing Pavilion will be destroyed today, and our Holy Heart Sect will be destroyed today."

The reputation of the Heart Teaching!"

"I don't know what it means!" Zhao Mingyue said calmly.

The old man didn't care and laughed loudly and said: "Zhao Mingyue, I know that you are a rare genius. How about you come to our Sacred Heart Sect and let you be the leader of the class?"

Li Muchan smiled and said: "How big is the master of a hall?"

The old man glanced sideways at Li Muchan and said coldly: "Who is this kid?"

"I'm Li Zhanran." Li Muchan smiled and clasped his fists.

"Hmph! A nobody is not worthy of talking to me!" The old man snorted and turned around, saying to Zhao Mingyue: "Our Sacred Heart Sect is divided into four halls: east, west, north and south. The leader of one hall can have thousands of disciples in the future, and he has great authority.

Heavy!"

Zhao Mingyue shook his head: "Not interested!"

The old man frowned and hummed gloomily: "You have to think about it! Do you want to die with Yubingge, or stay useful?... With your martial arts, glory and wealth are at your fingertips, but you have to choose one.

Dead end?!"

Zhao Mingyue shook her head and said calmly: "It's really funny that you cats and dogs want to destroy our Yubing Pavilion!"

The old man sneered and said: "Your Yubing Pavilion is just a name for nothing, what's the big deal? But there are other people who deal with those two old witches. We are enough to deal with you!"

Zhao Mingyue frowned and said: "Since you know that we have two masters in charge, how dare you come here?"

"Huh, why don't you dare to do this?!" The old man smiled resolutely.

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What Zhao Mingyue said was all in compliance with Li Muchan's words. He wanted to explore the truth first, and not to start a fight right away without knowing the depth.

Having said these words has reached her limit. She has a simple and straightforward temperament, and it is difficult for her to do such a thing. Talking in circles with them makes her feel irritated and uneasy, so it is better to just start a fight and let her subordinates see the truth.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "As far as I know, there are only a few people in the world who can defeat the two masters. They will never come here to fight!"

The old man sneered and glanced sideways at Li Muchan: "What do you know, kid? The leader's magical skills are unparalleled and he is invincible. Dealing with those two old witches is a piece of cake!"

Li Muchan smiled: "You are invincible in the world!"

"You guys don't believe it? Okay, then I will spare your lives and let you see the power of the leader!" The old man sneered and waved his hand: "Twelve Vajras!"

"Yes, Elder Zuo!" Twelve middle-aged men in black came out to the old man, clasped their fists and saluted with great respect.

These twelve people are thin and capable. Although they are thin, they are full of tyrannical strength. Every move is composed and calm. It is obvious that their cultivation is amazing.

There is no expression on their faces, and they have different looks, some are handsome and some are ugly, but each has a unique temperament that is hard to ignore when standing in the crowd and firmly attracts people's attention.

Li Muchan raised his eyebrows. The cultivation of these twelve people was indeed quite good. Although they were not as strong as himself, they were already considered top masters.

The old man pointed at Li Muchan: "To capture him, all you need to do is breathe!"

"Yes!" Twelve people answered in unison, turning around and surrounding Li Muchan's table.

They had been huddled in the crowd, and Zhao Mingyue was surprised when they suddenly appeared like this. She did not expect that the cultivation of these twelve people was so powerful. The Sacred Heart Sect really cannot be underestimated.

Such a master is comparable to the cultivation level of the masters and uncles. If placed in a small sect, he can become the pillar of the small sect, or even the leader of a sect.

She whispered: "Do you want me to do it?"

Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile, "It depends on me."

Zhao Mingyue nodded: "Be careful."

Li Muchan smiled and said: "These people can't trouble me yet, I still want to experience the majesty of the leader of the Sacred Heart Sect!"

After saying that, he stood up, smiled, drew out the long sword from his waist, pointed at one of the middle-aged men, and with a slight trembling "buzz", he shouted in a deep voice: "Come on!"

This middle-aged man was extremely handsome, but his face was expressionless. He looked at him calmly, and suddenly a cold light flashed from his waist, and he chopped off Li Muchan's head.

Li Muchan raised his sword and stabbed him, and the sword suddenly pierced his wrist.

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The middle-aged man covered his wrist and took a step back, staring at him in disbelief. The other eleven people also slowed down their movements, their momentum suddenly dropped, and they stared at Li Muchan.

Li Muchan smiled and looked at Zhao Mingyue. In the past few days, the two of them had dismantled the three-ring sword technique skillfully and found a way to crack it. The two geniuses' minds collided and they achieved amazing achievements.

The old man frowned and hummed: "What a swordsmanship!...Why are you standing there in a daze? Keep going!"

The other eleven people responded, and this time they acted at the same time, and the eleven swords struck at the same time. Li Muchan's long sword circled around, forming an arc, blocking the eleven swords.

"Ding ding ding ding..." Amidst the clear sound of swords, the two groups started fighting. The short old man frowned and glanced at the tall and thin old man next to him.

The tall and thin old man stroked his long beard and frowned, thoughtfully.

The short old man said in a deep voice: "Old Ge, what's going on?... Is it a three-ring sword?"

"Well, it looks a bit similar, but it's also plausible." The tall and thin old man nodded, then shook his head and said: "Weird, how can he know the three-ring sword? Does it have anything to do with us?"

"No matter what relationship he has with us, let's take it down first!" the short old man snorted.

The tall and thin old man shook his head: "Brother Ma, this little guy is quite powerful. He is not so easy to take down...but aren't the male disciples of Yubing Pavilion all trash? When did such a powerful character appear?"

"Maybe it's a surprise soldier." The short old man said solemnly.

While the two were talking, Li Muchan exchanged more than a hundred moves with eleven people. Li Muchan's expression remained unchanged, making the two old men frown.

What they are most proud of is the three-ring sword technique, which Li Muchan is already using, and their internal skills and mental techniques, which are cold and vicious, and it is difficult for martial arts figures to resist them. However, after more than a hundred moves, he

But his expression remained unchanged, and he had obviously blocked it.

These two special skills have no power in front of him, just like a tiger without teeth, the two old men feel heavy. If the people in Yubing Pavilion are like this, the variables of this action will be much greater, and it will no longer be foolproof.

Got it!

"Hurry up!" the short old man shouted.

The eleven people responded, and the sword light suddenly exploded. It was so cold that the surrounding area seemed to have turned into an ice cellar, and the breath was white.

However, Li Muchan's expression did not change and he chuckled: "You, the Sacred Heart Sect, have so little ability, but you still want to destroy our Yubing Pavilion? Haha..., it's really interesting!"

"Trash, get back!" The short old man couldn't bear it and shouted angrily. Eleven middle-aged men responded in a deep voice. Their bodies suddenly flashed and they all retreated behind him.

The short old man glanced at them: "I raised you all in vain!"

The twelve middle-aged men lowered their heads, put their swords back into their scabbards with gloomy faces and said nothing.

The short old man said in a deep voice: "Brother Ge, I will do it myself, you can plunder the formation for me!"

"Be careful, this little guy is a little weird!" another old man said.

The short old man curled his lips and sneered: "I want to see what happened to him!"

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Before Li Muchan could speak, he suddenly flashed behind Li Muchan and swung his palm out. The wind from his palm was extremely cold and smelled of stench.

Zhao Mingyue covered her nose and frowned at him.

Li Muchan punched out without a care and shouted: "Ice and Fire Fist!"

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and a layer of golden light suddenly flashed across his body, and then disappeared.

The short old man flew out, and the two tables were smashed into pieces. He was finally imprinted on the vermilion pillar, spitting out a blood mist, and slowly slid down.

Li Muchan's eyes sparkled, as if he was a different person. He suddenly flashed in front of another old man and punched straight out, golden light flowing from his fist.

"You..." The tall and thin old man frowned and turned away.

Li Muchan then punched out and said with a sneer: "The Sacred Heart Cult is nothing more than a clown!"

He used the Burning Lamp Technique to completely burn his internal energy, doubling his power. Otherwise, he would only be one step ahead of the old man and would not be able to gain an overwhelming advantage.

The tall and thin old man stamped his feet and slid out a foot, and said in a deep voice: "You are not a disciple of Yubing Pavilion!"
To be continued...