"What are you doing?!" The red-faced man glared and shouted in a low voice: "Mind your own business and be careful with your own life!"

Li Muchan frowned and said calmly: "Your mouth has caused you a lot of trouble, hasn't it?"

"It's up to you?!" The red-faced man was disdainful and shouted angrily, "Let me go!"

Li Muchan shook his head, smiled, and flicked his hand, and the big man immediately flew out.

"Bang" he hit the vermilion pillar, slid down softly, and sat on the ground, unable to move.

The restaurant seemed to be shaking a bit.

The three big men stood up abruptly. They were smiling at first, but now their expressions suddenly changed. They held single swords in hand and surrounded Li Muchan.

The middle-aged man in gray clothes pointed his sword at Li Muchan and said coldly: "This monk, stop minding your own business, recite your sutras, and cultivate your Buddhahood!"

Li Muchan sighed: "When there is injustice on the road, someone has to take care of it. He has made too much trouble."

The middle-aged man in gray snorted coldly: "If you can't pass, what's your business!... You are having trouble with our brothers, so please give me some advice!"

After that, the three of them swung their swords together, and the swords were as bright as practice.

Li Muchan stretched out his right hand, and with a "clang" sound, the dark long sword was in his hand, drawing an arc and slashing towards the three silver swords.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" The three of them swung their swords and took a step back.

The middle-aged man frowned and said coldly: "Your Excellency, is the dual-sword monk Zhanran?"

"Yes, I am Zhanran." Li Muchan nodded, pointed his sword, and said calmly: "No wonder you are so unscrupulous, you have some skill."

His sword contains so much power that ordinary masters cannot hold the sword at all.

However, these three people just waved and did not release their swords. They were obviously not mediocre.

The three of them looked at each other, and the middle-aged man frowned and said solemnly: "In that case, let's see the skills of the dual-sword monk, and I won't offend you!"

After saying that, he drew his sword and a ball of silver light rushed towards Li Muchan.

The other two used their knives in unison, and there were two more masses of cold light, attacking from three sides, as if they were going to mince Li Muchan.

Li Muchan smiled faintly, and there were sword lights in front of him. The peaks and mountains, like mountains and walls, blocked three groups of silver light, but he heard "ding ding ding ding..."

The crunching sound was endless, like rain hitting plantains, and people at more than a dozen tables around turned around to watch the fun with great interest.

The dual-sword monk Zhan Ran has become extremely famous these days and is a rare master among the younger generation.

Li Muchan shook his head. His swordsmanship suddenly changed, from brilliant to dull, and his moves were mediocre.

The three of them complained secretly, feeling their hands and feet tied up. The three groups of silver light slowly became smaller, as if the oil lamp had lost its light and the flame gradually became smaller and weaker.

Every move of Li Muchan's sword suppressed their majesty, like a mountain pressing down. Little by little, calmly, the three people's fighting spirit became weaker and weaker.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" Three single-handed knives flew out and were nailed to the vermilion pillar, almost hitting the unconscious red-faced man.

The three of them stood stunned with empty hands.

Li Muchan returned his long sword to its sheath and said with a chuckle: "I still have to keep my tail between my legs to be a human being, but you guys, with your little three-legged cat skills, still run rampant and domineering, you really don't know what the heavens and the earth are!"

The three of them had livid faces and remained silent.

The three of them were all middle-aged, but they were taught such a lesson by the young Li Muchan. Instead of being grateful for Li Muchan's mercy, they were very angry.

"Pick up the knife and leave." Li Muchan waved his hand, turned around and sat down.

The three of them looked at each other, stepped forward, pulled out their knives, held up the red-faced man, and left without saying a word.

Li Muchan shook his head and smiled, not even bothering to ask their names.

"Haha, what a double-sword monk Zhanran, he really has a lot of talent!" A loud laugh suddenly sounded, and the people around him turned their heads to look at him as their blood surged.

There were two people standing at the top of the stairs, a skinny old man and a burly middle-aged man with honest faces.

Li Muchan frowned: "Who do you respect?"
Chapter completed!