"Chi!" There was a slight whistle, and the force of his fingers came. Li Muchan cursed secretly, stepped diagonally, then quickly retreated, drew an arrow and shot.

"Hi——!" There was a slight whistle, and a wild goose feather arrow was shot out.

Li Muchan was greatly disappointed. Compared with the Ice Jade Bow, this bow was far inferior. The arrow speed was slow and the power was greatly reduced.

"Bang!" The soil splashed on the ground, and a small crater destroyed his footprints.

The middle-aged monk saw the arrow coming and turned sideways to avoid it. The lesson he learned last time was unforgettable. He had never been so seriously injured before, and he had to kill Li Muchan.

The two of them point their fingers, and I point their arrows, and the arrows go back and forth. They can do nothing to each other, and they both have scruples. Li Muchan is afraid of the Vajra Finger, and the middle-aged monk is afraid of Li Muchan's arrows.

In the peach forest in the distance, master and apprentice Lin Qiongying appeared, looking at this from a mile away.

The three of them stood on a peach tree, separated into three branches, very close to each other, with their white gauze skirts fluttering, their veils fluttering, and their faces looming.

A hoarse and sexy voice sounded: "Master, what does this great monk use?"

"Well, you can't be wrong." Lin Qiongying nodded and looked at the two people in the distance attentively.

Another woman hummed: "Are the two of you joking around?"

This woman has a graceful figure, her temperament is like a blend of ice and fire, her facial features are sexy, and her eyes are cold, as if she is looking down on everything, and she is extremely proud.

"Zhanran is consuming the opponent's internal energy." Lin Qiongying said.

She shook her head: "There must be something weird about his arrows, which makes this great monk very afraid."

The cold and arrogant woman said calmly: "Feiyun Arrow Technique?"

"Well, it's a bit like it." Lin Qiongying nodded, then shook her head: "Although Feiyun's archery skills are strong, he won't be so afraid of him."

"Ding..." There was a crisp sound, like the jingling of gold and iron, and then the boss shouted angrily: "What a cunning boy, just die!"

The situation in the field suddenly changed, and the boss suddenly charged forward like a bull, his eyes wide open, and his anger was overwhelming.

He had always been afraid of Li Muchan's arrows, but he didn't expect them to be anything more than appearances. After being deceived for so long, he became furious and murderous.

He clapped both palms together, hitting the flying goose feather arrows one by one. He caught up with Li Muchan in a blink of an eye, and his right palm went straight to his chest.

Li Muchan kept retreating, but he was not as fast as the leader. He was quickly caught up and watched helplessly as he was being slapped by a hand as big as a cattail leaf fan.

Li Muchan's figure swayed and turned into a piece of feathers, as if he was frightened away by the wind from his palm.

"Hey!" The leader sneered, took a step diagonally, like a fish wagging its tail, and then changed direction with his right palm, following closely behind.

Li Muchan used Yunlong Nine Appearances, one fold, one fold, and another, moving and flexibly.

The leader took a step, another step, and another step. His right palm changed direction, and like a maggot attached to a bone, it ran towards Li Muchan's chest, getting closer and closer.

In the blink of an eye, the palm was closer to one foot.

Li Muchan's face was calm and unhurried, but he secretly sighed in his heart: His body skills were not good enough, so he had no choice but to draw his sword.

As soon as he put his right hand on the hilt of the sword, his body shook and froze.

There was a "pop" sound, and a blood hole appeared on his right chest.

"Master!" A sexy and hoarse voice called softly.

Lin Qiongying frowned, looked unmoved, and whispered: "Wait and see."

She was astonished in her heart. She was indeed a man from Landa Temple. He had deep inner strength, exquisite fingering skills, and extraordinary palm strength. He was not afraid of arrows. If he hit someone, they could break bones and muscles.

She felt that she was not completely sure of such a person and should wait until his energy was weakened before taking action.

Li Muchan's body froze for a moment, but his movements did not stop. A cold light flashed around his waist, and a silver bolt wrapped around his big hand like a cattail leaf fan on his chest.

There was a crisp "ding" sound, and the palms and swords met.

Li Muchan's arm went numb and he complained secretly. He didn't expect that this monk's palm skills were so powerful. He was even better than his own Vajra Indestructible, and his palms were no different than iron and stone.

He pressed the bloody hole with his left palm, and the internal force of Taiyin sealed the wound. He swung the sword with his right hand and retreated quickly, leaving a continuous sword light, like mountains, layer after layer.

"Hey!" the leader shouted angrily, transformed into a tiger and jumped out, heading towards Li Muchan.

"Dang, dang, dang, dang..." The crisp sound continued, like rain hitting banana trees.

Li Muchan's sword was raining down, and it kept landing on the master's right palm, as if it was stabbed on an iron stone. There were waves of strong force coming from the sword, and his arm was sore and numb.

His internal energy circulated extremely quickly, quickly dissolving the soreness and numbness, and thrust out sword after sword.

The two of them advanced and retreated, the sword light was like rain, and the crisp sound was endless. In the blink of an eye, Li Muchan retreated more than twenty feet.

He drew the sword very quickly, seemingly unaffected by the injury on his chest, but his face became increasingly red, as if it was filled with blood.

The boss sneered: "Hey, good boy, you have some skills!"

He thought to himself: This guy's sword is very weird. The strength is strong and soft at times. If the inner strength were a little deeper, he really wouldn't be able to catch it.

Li Muchan said nothing, still swinging his sword desperately, gritting his teeth, his face gradually revealed a ferocious expression.

"Suffer death!" The leader felt uneasy and stopped dawdling. In the midst of an angry shout, he suddenly struck out with his left palm, making a "woo" sound, as fast as an arrow leaving the string.

Before the palm could reach him, the wind from the palm had already ruffled his monk's robe.

Li Muchan's left hand, which was pressing on the blood hole, suddenly drew his sword and stabbed flatly. The sword's light suddenly lit up, making it dazzling.

The big boss sneered, narrowed his eyes slightly, and without changing his palm gesture, he slapped his left sword.

"Ah!" He roared angrily, and his palm was pierced by the sword.

Before Li Muchan's sword could reach its full potential, it passed through the palm of his hand and stabbed into the head's heart.

The headmaster's eyes were bloodshot, furious, and his heart was fierce. He ignored the tip of the sword and pointed his right finger at Li Muchan's heart, and the power of his Vajra finger shot out of the air.
Chapter completed!