Li Zhichang grabbed the girl in yellow, afraid that she would cause trouble again, so a true power was sent into her body and sealing her acupoints. Unless he controlled the true energy so that he could do whatever he wanted, he had a deep understanding of the human body, he would never pass through the acupoints and settle the person with just one true energy. For this reason, he also named this technique, called "Spring Breeze Blossoming the Acupoint Hand" which means silently as spring breeze. The girl in yellow felt a heat flow coming from the stinky Taoist hand, and suddenly her whole body became soft and she could no longer exert any strength.

The girl in yellow said to herself: "What the master said is right. Our daughter's house cannot be approached by men at will. This bad guy just grabbed my hand and made me unable to use a trace of strength. It's so terrible." For a moment, the girl in yellow thoughts and looked like a deer, and her face was red. She looked so beautiful. Li Zhichang had no time to appreciate such a beautiful scenery.

Because he suddenly heard a shout: "That little Taoist priest from Quanzhen Sect, please let Mochou go." The person who came said a misty voice and seemed to be close to his ears. It was obvious that his skills were not weak and difficult to deal with.

Li Zhichang suddenly realized: "So she is Li Mochou, I have chased her to the ancient tomb."

He knew that the Double Ninth Festival was inside, but the pool leading to the secret passage was not known where it was, so he was too lazy to look for it. Anyway, the martial arts of the world ended up with different paths, and the changes of the Yin and Yang were random, and the martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect may not be inferior to the Nine Yin True Sutra. Of course, stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade. If you really have the chance to get the Nine Yin True Sutra, Li Zhichang would not want it.

After thinking, he forgot to answer. Li Mochou's master was several feet long, but he was a middle-aged woman. The man did not expect that Li Zhichang ignored him and decided to give Li Zhichang a good look. You must know that although the people in the ancient tombs were all females, they could not be bullied, especially by bullying the stinky Taoist priests in the Chongyang Palace. He immediately decided to teach Li Zhichang a lesson.

Li Zhi was always elegant and light, and there was endless changes behind her, so he didn't dare to be careless. He turned his finger into a sword, and he stabbed it out with a move "traveling the world" and pointed at her palm. This move was really useful, and it was the best martial arts of "using reality to break the virtual". The middle-aged beautiful woman couldn't help but cheer and said secretly: "Wang Chongyang's disciples and grandchildren also produced such a person."

The middle-aged woman then changed her moves, turned her palm into a slash, and waved her hand to slash. This move was a steep move, deeply integrating the military tactics to cover up the mystery of her unpredictable situation, and barely cracked Li Zhichang's sword move. Li Zhichang was not surprised when he was in a state of change, and his sword fingers fought from top to bottom, turning into countless phantoms, like the bright moon spreading across the sky, and the clear light spreading the ground, which was confusing. However, it turned into reality and made the strange moves of the visitor fail.

The middle-aged woman said to herself, "It's good." Her palms trembled, like flowers waving in the wind, swinging back and forth, and the attack was like autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, making it difficult for Li Zhichang to avoid. Li Zhichang raised the corner of his eyes, and this move was indeed difficult to deal with. Because he grabbed Li Mocho with one hand but it was difficult to use, and he did not perform ten percent of his martial arts. However, he was also extremely conceited, skilled and brave, turning his sword fingers at himself, and lifting his elbows, as if he raised a glass to drink by himself, which was to break the trick with clumsy.

The two of them came and went back and forth dozens of moves, but no one could do anything to each other. Of course, Li Zhichang thought that he had not used all his strength, but the other party did not use a killer either. In comparison, the other party's body skills were too brilliant and could withdraw at any time, which Li Zhichang was even less than that.

Li Zhichang was very frank about the outcome and immediately decided to stop. He said, "Senior, all this is a misunderstanding." The middle-aged woman ignored it because, as Wang Chongyang's grandchild, Li Zhichang could even compete with her. Naturally, she was a little annoyed and would not stop easily.

Li Zhichang was not in a hurry, and told him about him and Li Mochou when they were fighting. Although the two were still dealing with each other quickly, he still had a calm voice, spoke clearly, breathing slowly, and explained the whole story clearly. The middle-aged woman heard his excuses and knew that she had blamed him wrongly, and was surprised that he was so deep that he could still be in an orderly manner under her offensive, and could not help but feel cherishing her talents.

Although the middle-aged woman would not bow to Wang Chongyang's successor easily, she was not a person who was pestering her. The original ten-day offensive was already three points weaker. Li Zhichang knew her intentions, took her palm, put down Li Mochou, pretended to be defeated, took five or six steps, and fell into the jungle behind her.

The middle-aged woman took Li Mochou and untied her acupoints casually. Seeing Li Zhichang like a black dot and disappeared from a distance, she couldn't help but sigh deeply, "Miss, you want to overwhelm Wang Chongyang's Quanzhen Sect day and night, but now my maid may not even win Wang Chongyang's disciple."

Li Mochou patted his chest and said in a little fear: "Master, that stinky Taoist priest is so powerful that you can't even catch him."

The middle-aged woman said regretfully: "It's a pity that my teacher has not been able to practice the most powerful martial arts in this school - **. You are unrestrained and not suitable for this martial arts. I'm afraid you hope your junior sister can practice this martial arts in the future."

Li Mochou said inexplicably: "Master, we can't go down the mountain anyway, so it's nothing to worry about if we can't practice it." The middle-aged woman was a little moved by this sentence: "I am so old that I naturally have no idea about the outside world, but Mochou and Long'er are still so young. Will they let them live their lives alone in this ancient tomb for decades in the future?"

Li Mochou pulled the middle-aged woman's hand and said, "Master, what are you thinking? Grandma Sun is asking us to go in." The middle-aged woman said, "It's nothing. You must stay away from that little Taoist priest in the future. Mochou, you must remember that the more capable a man is, the more you should not approach him, otherwise this will cause you to suffer for the rest of your life."

Li Mochou grabbed the middle-aged woman's hand and smiled: "The disciple is not willing to get close to those smelly men." But she remembered the feeling of being suppressed by Li Zhichang just now, which was something she had never experienced before. At that time, Li Zhichang held her hand and was not impatient or impatient to fight with the master who was always so omnipotent in her eyes. At that moment, she didn't feel that she was looking forward to the master winning quickly, which made her a little panic and even more eager.

At this time, the sunset was setting and shining on the ancient tomb, becoming more and more cold. Li Mochou suddenly felt that the ancient tomb looked like a nine-nine monster that was about to choose someone to eat, and her body was trembling in fear. Her master was still thinking about her thoughts, and she was not aware of her.
Chapter completed!