Li Muchan stretched out his hand and put it on his wrist. After a moment, his clothes shook a little, and Gu Tiezheng's face turned slightly paler, but no longer strange.

Li Muchan let go and smiled: "That's it!"

"Senior Brother He is really unpredictable!" Gu Tiezheng praised.

"Junior sister also won." Cheng Lian said suddenly. Yi Xiaoru floated down to the side of the three of them, looked at Gu Tiezheng and said with a smile: "Why are junior brothers here here?"

Gu Tiezheng said: "Senior Sister Yi, I am asking Senior Brother Gu for help."

"Oh." Yi Xiaoru nodded and didn't ask what help he could help. He pursed his lips and smiled and said: "Senior Brother Meng also came on stage in person. Aren't you Yuanzong going to fight this year?"

Gu Tiezheng shook his head and sighed: "There is nothing we can do. Senior Brother Yin suddenly passed away. We were not prepared. We originally thought it was Senior Brother Yin and Senior Brother Xiao."

"That's true." Yi Xiaoru nodded lightly: "As long as Junior Brother Yin is here, there will really be nothing wrong with you!"

Gu Tiezheng glanced at Li Muchan and said with a smile: "Senior Brother He has eliminated Senior Brother Yin and disrupted our plan, so we can only rush into battle."

"Senior Brother Xiao is very promising." Yi Xiaoru said.

Gu Tiezheng said with a smile: "Originally, I thought Senior Brother Xiao had hope, but seeing the swordsmanship of the three Senior Sisters,...it was a bit uncertain!"

"Then I'll lend you some good words!" Yi Xiaoru smiled.

Li Muchan smiled and said, "It's my turn, right?"

"Brother, go ahead." Yi Xiaoru nodded.

Li Muchan floated onto the stage, smiled and clasped his fists, and the people below immediately began to buzz with discussion. The eight people on the stage also looked solemn and stared at him.

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Tang Tianyu stood up and said with a smile: "Brother He, I have a suggestion."

Li Muchan clasped his fists: "Sect Master, please speak."

"In my opinion, how about you face the wheel battle and finish the challenge in one go?" Tang Tianyu said with a smile: "Otherwise, it would be a waste of your time. Isn't it?"

Li Muchan smiled and said, "Listen to the sect leader!"

Tang Tianyu nodded and smiled: "Okay!" Listen, everyone, come up one by one. Anyone who can defeat Brother He will be rewarded with a soul-returning pill!"

Everyone started talking again. The soul-returning pill is a life-saving medicine. A soul-returning pill is equivalent to a life. It is really a great temptation.

"I'm coming!" A young man emerged from the crowd, about thirty years old, with handsome appearance and an proud expression. He came close to Li Muchan, clasped his fists and said proudly: "Sword Sect, don't fight!"

Li Muchan nodded: "Please!"

Mo Zhan slowly drew out his long sword, pointed it at Li Muchan, and said in a deep voice: "My sword skills are the sword skills of a hundred battles. I only know how to kill people, so you have to be careful!"

Li Muchan nodded solemnly, without the slightest hint of contempt, and Tang Tianyu nodded incessantly. He was neither arrogant nor impetuous, and took even weak hands seriously. Such a character was reassuring.

"Tsk!" The long knife drew a silver streak, and he was in front of Li Muchan in an instant.

Li Muchan pointed lightly and said, "Ding..." The long knife flew out. Li Muchan put the sword in front of Mo Zhan's throat and said with a smile: "I accept it, Junior Brother Mo!"

Mo Zhan stared at him in disbelief. Although he knew that Li Muchan cut off Master Yin's arm, the rumors were false and seeing was believing. Seeing that Li Muchan's cultivation was nothing, he started to challenge him.

If you can defeat him, then your reputation in the entire sect will definitely surpass that of Yin Zhaojiang and become the number one disciple of the Wan Sheng Sect!

In addition, he has always been confident in his sword skills, but he has never shown them in front of others. In fact, he has been practicing hard just to be a blockbuster in the competition.

He never thought that his sword skills, which he was proud of, could not catch his sword. This fact gave him such a heavy blow that he could hardly breathe.

Li Muchan put away his sword, shook his head and said: "Junior Brother Mo's cultivation still needs to be improved, please stop!"

Mo Zhan took a deep breath, nodded slowly and retreated. His face turned pale, his steps staggered, and his whole spirit seemed to be shattered.

Li Muchan shook his head. Such disciples have limited potential. Without a strong will, it is difficult for them to withstand setbacks. They can be defeated in one fell swoop. Even if they don't encounter themselves, they will hardly achieve anything.

Gao Jingxuan glanced at Xiao Yixiao: "Is this your proud disciple?"

Xiao Yixiao's face was cold and solemn, and he snorted but said nothing. This disciple really made him lose face. The key is not victory or defeat, the key is attitude.

If you lose, you lose. Just go back and practice hard and find your place again. But as soon as you lose, you feel like the world has collapsed and you are at a loss. This is not possible.

"Who are the other junior brothers and sisters?" Li Muchan stood on the stage and said with a smile.

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"I'll come!" A young man said in a deep voice, floating down on the stage, but he was an ordinary-looking young man, with a long sword on his waist, looking cool and upright.

Li Muchan glanced at him and said with a smile: "Is this junior brother a disciple of the Sword Sect?"

"How did you know?" the young man asked calmly, squinting his eyes and looking very impressive.

Li Muchan smiled and looked at him: "I think senior brother has a cool and unrestrained temperament, which matches this sword. He should be a swordsman, so I ask this question!"

"Sure enough, you are quite capable!" The young man nodded and said, "Sword Sect Xie Feiyun!"

Li Muchan said: "Thank you, junior brother, let's not talk nonsense, please stop!"

Xie Feiyun nodded slowly and said: "I know I am not a match for Senior Brother He, but I really want to ask for advice on such exquisite swordsmanship. Senior Brother He, please—!"

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Okay, then please do it!"

After he said that, he stabbed lightly, gently and politely, but Xie Feiyun's face changed slightly, and he stared solemnly at the tip of Li Muchan's sword. It wasn't until halfway that he stabbed Li Muchan's wrist fiercely with the sword.

Li Muchan shook his head with a smile, twisted his wrist slightly, and the long sword rotated to form a sword flower, which collided with the thrusting long sword. "Ding..." The clear sound was endless.

Xie Feiyun trembled and almost lost his sword. Li Muchan smiled and said: "I used three points of strength."

"Good swordsmanship!" Xie Feiyun praised.

Li Muchan smiled and said, "Come again!"

Xie Feiyun did not hesitate: "Okay, come again!"

The sudden change in his swordsmanship this time was light and erratic, like catkins floating in the wind. Even if it didn't collide with Li Muchan's sword, the change was unpredictable.

Li Muchan's swordsmanship is clumsy and simple, with every sword move exuding clumsiness, as if a child who doesn't know swordsmanship is making random gestures, which is indescribably weird.

But it was this kind of swordsmanship that made Xie Feiyun constantly change his moves.

But no matter how he changed his moves, Li Muchan was always able to break through an extremely simple move, forcing him to change his moves again.

In the blink of an eye, Li Muchan shook his head and said, "Thank you, brother, is there anyone more powerful?"

Xie Feiyun's face turned red, his previous chicness and magnificence were gone, and he said in a deep voice, "Okay, let's take the Twelve Swords of Thunder!"

Li Muchan smiled: "Okay, come quickly!"

"Woo..." Like a gust of wind whistling, the sword light instantly turned into a silver light and arrived in front of Li Muchan, extremely fast.

Li Muchan turned around and took a step diagonally, the tip of the sword touched his shoulder, and then slashed to the left. Li Muchan took another step back, and the tip of the sword touched his clothes, just a hair's breadth away.

Li Muchan could feel the chill coming from the tip of the sword and praised: "What a swordsmanship!"

Xie Feiyun was a little angry. His sword speed was faster. People watching the battle could only see a blur of light and could not see the shadow of his sword.

Tang Tianyu sighed and nodded: "There is someone to succeed the Sword Sect."

He turned around and smiled: "Junior Brother Hu, you have made great progress in flying."

"This kid has some understanding." Hu Chu stroked his beard and smiled, feeling very proud, and then shook his head: "But he is much worse than Senior Sister Gao!"

Gao Jingxuan stared at the field intently and said calmly: "You can only use these twelve swords of thunder, right?"

"This boy's Twelve Thunder Swords are indeed quite good." Hu Chu nodded and said, "But it's far worse than Xiao He!"

Everyone shook their heads and sighed.

Li Muchan had been dodging, but suddenly a sword thrust came out. Xie Feiyun's sword suddenly flew out of his hand, and he was defeated in one move.

"I lost!" Xie Feiyun shook his head and said with a bitter smile. He bent down to pick up the sword and sheathed it. He cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother He!"

Li Muchan smiled and said: "If Brother Xie has any flaws, you might as well come to our Yin Sect more often and learn swordsmanship!"

"Okay!" Xie Feiyun nodded slowly.

This time, Li Muchan was purely using swordsmanship instead of using any internal force. The tip of the sword pierced his own sword, and he used clever force to knock the sword away. Xie Feiyun was convinced.

After he retreated, Li Muchan glanced at everyone with a smile: "Who else challenges me?"

Everyone remained silent, no one came up to humiliate themselves. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!