Li Muchan didn't move, only the eyes of the void watched, and the two in, one move and one style were clearly imprinted in his mind, allowing him to think about it slowly after that, watching such a master's duel would be of great benefit to him.

The two entered the valley from one end to the other, and everywhere they passed, there was no grass left, and they destroyed everything like a giant beast, and the rocks flew and the mud and sand rolled up.

Li Muchan simulated in his mind while watching, and when he encountered such a dismantling trick from Erjin, he found that their fist and foot tricks were wonderful, and each move required him to think for a while before he could crack it.

And their white spoon tricks seem to be endless, and none of the hundreds of moves are repeated, and the martial arts are complicated, showing a deep heritage.

Li Muchan had to consume brain power to dismantle every move, but fortunately, the later he went, the faster he dismantled, and he vaguely felt the context of the two martial arts.

An hour later, Li Muchan's brows stretched, and the corners of his mouth smiled, he can now disassemble the tricks of the two in an instant, although their martial arts are complicated, he has touched his spine and has a good time.

The smile on Li Muchan's face spread, and he really benefited a lot from watching this scene, and he was even better than the duel with the top masters.

"Bang!" A muffled sound was like thunder, Li Muchan raised his eyebrows, and the two entered the field separately, glaring at each other coldly.

"Zhao San, hand over the secrets!" The thin middle-aged man said coldly: "Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"He Laoqi, it's a joke that you want to take away my secret with your ability!" The short and fat middle-aged man shook his head with a smile: "Go back and practice for another two years!"

The thin middle-aged man sneered: "If you don't hand over the secrets, I will leave you with this life today!"

The short and fat middle-aged man shook his head with a smile: "Why bother...... He Laoqi, you are also acting for the sect, why bother so hard, you just didn't see me!"

"No way!" The thin middle-aged man said coldly: "You have the Soul Transformation Palm, our Huaqing Sect will be unlucky!"

"The Soul Palm is difficult and mysterious, and I can't learn it. The stocky middle-aged man smiled and waved his hand.

"Hmph, I don't know the virtue of your Mingjing Sect?!" The thin middle-aged man said coldly, taking a step forward: "Will you hand it over?!"

"Alas...... , He Laoqi, I really don't want to kill you!" The short and fat middle-aged man smiled, shook his head and sighed.

The thin middle-aged man sneered: "It's up to you, you can really say big things!"

As he spoke, he punched out, and with a "woo" roar, the fist print was illustrated as a little wolf, just like the real one, and it went straight to the short and fat middle-aged.

"Bang!" The short and fat middle-aged man slapped his fist prints with one palm, and floated towards the outside of the valley.

The thin middle-aged man sneered, turned into a shadow and swept away, caught up with the short and fat middle-aged man at the mouth of the valley, fought and entangled together, turned into two tornadoes, and went out of the valley while fighting, into the woods, and in the direction of Li Muchan.

Li Muchan frowned, and appeared in the valley in an instant, with two minds, the Void Eye was still chasing the two, and the other side was searching the valley.

He focused the rest of his mind on his intuition, inducing it to reach its maximum power, sensing his surroundings with the help of invisible forces.

In the end, he stopped in front of the south stone wall, stretched out his hands and groped for the moss-covered stone wall, slippery and fluffy, he felt keenly, but his face did not change, and he groped carefully little by little.

About a quarter of an hour later, he paused with both hands, revealing his joy, and with a slight slap of his right palm, there was a clear "snap", and a stone fell and was caught by his left hand.

A small hole appeared on the stone wall, Li Muchan shook his right hand slightly, the moss was gone, and it was smooth again, and he poked into the small hole and took out a booklet.

The pale yellow sè booklet seems to be made of cloth, but Li Muchan knows that it is not cloth, it is soft and tough to start, it should be difficult for knives and guns to penetrate, water and fire are invulnerable, if it can be made into armor to protect the heart, it is priceless.

Li Muchan stuffed back the stone, shook his left hand slightly, and it also returned to smoothness, and then quickly flipped through it, focusing on two purposes, and the Void Eye was still staring at that side.

The two entered into a group, sometimes to the north, sometimes to the south, suddenly to the west, and again to the east, in the direction of the valley.

The two entered the valley closer and closer, Li Muchan's face did not move, and his hands flipped through the booklet, a total of nine pages, and the pictures and texts matched.

Li Muchan remembers that it is a little difficult, every picture and text has an inexplicable power, and it is difficult to remember it when he leaves his eyes.

Fortunately, Li Muchan is quite experienced, and immediately entered the meditation into the divine picture, in which he observed nine pictures and words.

A quarter of an hour passed, Li Mu Chanhuo opened his eyes, rubbed his palms, and a vague smell wafted up, and his palm power turned into pure yang, which was a few points better than a soldering iron, but the booklet was not turned into ashes, but only changed his face.

Li Muchan was stunned, frowned and looked at it, and suddenly turned it over again, his face changed again, and there were nine more pictures, which were slightly different from the previous ones.

Li Muchan disappeared in an instant, and the two entered the valley again.

Li Muchan appeared in the woods before, and he didn't care about the two anymore, and directly entered the meditation into the Divine Sutra, contemplating these nine pictures.

It was about half an hour before he woke up, chuckled, picked up the booklet again with his palms, and a cold burst from his palms, and the booklet suddenly formed a layer of hoarfrost, and then the scorching breath floated out, and the booklet flashed a faint light, and then "bang" turned into powder and floated down.

Li Muchan watched the powder spill, breathed a long sigh of relief, floated out of the woods and headed south, then turned east, turned around, and returned to Yuezhao City again.

As for the life and death of the Spiegel Sect and the Huaqing Sect, he didn't care anymore, and when he got the Soul Transformation Palm, he knew that his reputation was worthy of it.

The soul palm I saw before has been jing, there are only eight palms, each palm is very concise, I can't see jing, but it is very clumsy, the deeper the understanding of martial arts, the more I can appreciate the jingmiao of these eight palms.

What's more important is the wonder of the palm power heart method, the same internal force, the soul palm can exert several times the power, the first palm is okay, pure defense, the second palm is twice the power, to the eighth palm, can send out eight times the power.

These eight palms are more difficult to practice than one palm, the palm is not difficult, the key is the heart, the more later, the more complicated the heart, the need for internal force to run quickly, the more energy-consuming, need to build up momentum for a long time.

As for the eight pictures that appeared after being roasted by Li Muchan's palm power, they were beyond the ordinary scope of martial arts and involved the use of Jing Shen.

This is the real soul palm, combining the jing god with the internal force, and going down with one palm, directly acting on the other party's jing god, killing into the invisible.

Li Muchan secretly admired that he had such an idea before, but unfortunately it was too difficult to implement, and he couldn't take a step for a long time, and this soul transformation palm was far ahead of him.

The wisdom of entering the front really can't be underestimated, and I thought that I was ingenious, but I went far away when I entered the house.

What he has learned is not enough in this world, only the sword intent of breaking the sky and the view of the gods and scriptures, no matter where he is, he can be proud of the group.

The last eight Soul Transformation Palms can expand the power of Jing God, which is similar to the previous eight palms, one acting on the internal force and the other on Jing God.

Li Muchan sighed, no wonder he was able to break into the Mingjing Sect with this palm, this soul palm is indeed a strange science, and if you want to cultivate this palm, you need a secret book to accompany you, because you can't remember it, you need to open the secret book every time you practice.

He ruined the secret, I don't know if the short and fat old man can remember, he has a view of the scriptures, and he may not have no thaumaturgy.

After a few years, he has been in the moonlit city, it seems to be the same as usual, sitting on the cloud tower, watching the scenery in the city, in fact, he is multi-purpose, in the soul palm of the soul.

For today's Li Muchan, jing Miao martial arts is no longer difficult, the only thing that is difficult to practice is the heart method, which requires the cāo vertical that can be used to make internal force jing, and the strong jing god.

Li Muchan shook his head, the soul transformation palm is wonderful, but it also has weaknesses, it only exerts internal force, and cannot be cultivated to enhance internal force.

The so-called mental method is only a method that urges internal force to turn into palm power, and there is no method to enhance internal force, and it cannot enhance cultivation.

The way it strengthens itself is to turn one percent of its internal force into two to eight percent, while other mental methods are to improve its internal force and increase its cultivation.

The two methods have their own advantages and disadvantages, and the soul transformation palm is immediate, but it is not easy to cultivate, there is no strong jing god, and there is no jing subtle internal force cāo vertical ability, don't think about it.

The further he goes, the more stringent the requirements for the power of Jing Shen, Li Muchan simulates in his mind that he can only practice six palms, and the remaining two palms are weak.

He had previously relaxed his cultivation of the Jing Shen, and he had entered the Shen Sutra according to the Sutra, and he practiced it quickly, as long as he retreated for another year, he could almost practice to the Eight Palms.

The other eight palms of the soul palm, he practiced two palms, and the other six palms were too difficult, these eight palms were more difficult than the eight palms of internal force, and they needed jing pure of divine power.

These eight palms are different from the eight palms of internal force, and they have an excellent effect on the tempering of the Jing God, even if they are not used to resist the enemy, they can also cultivate the power of the Jing God.

-- Li Muchan never went to the valley again, directly cut off his curiosity, no longer paid attention to it, and didn't know if he hadn't been there, and immersed himself in the enlightenment of the soul palm.

After he comprehended the six palms, he didn't rush to go back, he knew that with the tempering of Jing Shen, the next two palms would be slowly mastered, and it would come naturally, and now he couldn't be in a hurry.

What he wanted to do now was to integrate the Soul Transformation Palm Method into the sword, into the fingering, and the constant simulation in his mind had already achieved some results, and the power had increased greatly.

In the early morning, he was sitting in Dengyun Tower, and suddenly his mind moved, so he threw a silver ingot, slowly got off the restaurant, returned to a small courtyard in the east of the city, and disappeared at once.

He appeared in the main hall of Yaoyuan Pavilion, Long Jingyue and Bai Mingqiu were there, wearing a moon white Luo shirt, sitting quietly, and the hall was shrouded in heaviness.

As soon as Li Muchan appeared, the two women looked over.

Li Muchan sat cross-legged opposite the two women and said with a smile: "Master, what's wrong?"

"Alas......" Long Jingyue shook her head: "It's finally here!"

Li Muchan said: "Qinghe Sword Sect?"

"Hmm. Long Jingyue nodded: "The disciple of the Qinghe Sword Sect of the Mu Family came over, was injured by Qiu'er, and was killed halfway. ”

Li Muchan said: "Who did it?"

"Divine Fist Sect!" Long Jingyue said slowly.

Li Muchan frowned: "What a boldness!"

Bai Mingqiu said: "But they planted it for us, and they died, and there is no proof of death." ”

Li Muchan asked, "How long have you been dead?"

"Five or six are dead. Bai Mingqiu said: "The Qinghe Sword Sect has been sent to Dongyang City. ”

Li Muchan shook his head, he couldn't be saved, and said, "What do they want?"

"We want to hand over the murderer. Bai Mingqiu said.

Li Muchan looked at Long Jingyue: "What does Master think?"

"Could it be that I hand over Qiu'er?!" Long Jingyue said angrily.

Li Muchan said: "I'll go talk to the Qinghe Sword Sect!"

"What are you going to do?!" Long Jingyue frowned, he was too bold and acted unscrupulously, and he would fight directly if he went.

(To be continued)

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