"If you want to learn, then go to Fuyun Island!" The old man curled his lips: "I got this Fortune Palm from Fuyun Island! Even my grandson can't learn it!"

Li Muchan frowned and looked at him: "Floating Cloud Island?"

"Xiao Jingxuan, you haven't told him about Fuyun Island, right?" The old man turned to look at Gao Jingxuan.

"No rush." ​​Gao Jingxuan smiled and said, "It's not too late to talk about it in the future!"

The old man laughed and shook his head: "The competition is in one month, are you still in a hurry?... As expected of Xiao Jingxuan, he is so steady!"

Gao Jingxuan said: "Uncle Master, I think it's better to forget it."

She was looking for a step for the old man. She could see that the old man's cultivation was deep, but it was not as good as Li Muchan's. His sword skills were so exquisite that he made up for his cultivation.

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Li Muchan knew that the reason why the old man said so much was to delay time. It seemed that the Palm of Fortune was really magical and could repair the damage in a short time.

If it wasn't so magical, the old man wouldn't have to waste time.

The old man sneered and said: "Forget it? Why didn't you forget it when he was trying to kill my grandson? Xiao Jingxuan, just give up on this idea. No matter what, I will kill him!"

Gao Jingxuan sighed: "Alas...Uncle, why are you doing this?"

The old man said coldly: "That's it...boy, come on!"

Without saying a word, Li Muchan directly drew his sword and stabbed it. "Ding!" He slapped it with his palm again. Li Muchan felt a wave of heat coming over him. His hand seemed to be injured by the soup, and the sword hilt looked like a soldering iron.

However, his inner strength is different from ordinary people, and he has spiritual power, so he can get rid of these, and his palm returns to normal.

"Ding ding ding ding..." Amidst the continuous sound, the old man slapped Li Muchan's sword with one palm after another. Each palm accurately found Li Muchan's sword blade.

Li Muchan's sword was not fast, as if he was deliberately waiting for the old man to hit him. Every time he struck a palm, the old man would receive an internal force.

The old man frowned, and suddenly his palm movements changed in an unpredictable manner. Upon seeing this, Li Muchan also changed, and his sword flashed, instantly stabbing the back of the old man's hand.

The old man's moves were exquisite and his internal strength was deep. Logically speaking, he could overwhelm Li Muchan. But with Li Muchan's sword in his hand, he suddenly became more powerful. It was completely different from his usual empty-handedness. The old man was actually suppressed by Li Muchan, and every sword strike never left his hand.

The old man practiced Zhiyang's palm technique, which was astonishingly powerful. Li Muchan tried to defeat his palm technique because it was too powerful. If he had not had extraordinary internal strength, he would not have been able to hold on long ago.

"Humph!" The old man grunted, his right palm was pierced by the sword again, and he lightly tapped the sword with his left palm.

"Ding..." The long sword couldn't bear it any longer and broke into small pieces inch by inch, leaving only the hilt in Li Muchan's hand.

The old man touched his right palm with his left palm, immediately stopping the bleeding, and then slapped it with his left palm.

Li Muchan lost his sword this time, so he slipped and retreated. However, he didn't expect that the old man slipped like a maggot attached to his bones and continued to pursue Li Muchan.

Li Muchan secretly lamented that people who have practiced kicking are different, and his Qinggong cannot take advantage of him. Although he can teleport, he doesn't want to use it in front of outsiders.

"Bang!" The old man finally caught Li Muchan, and the two palms met.

The old man's left palm was on Li Muchan's right palm. He felt a mighty force coming over him, which was cool and refreshing, as if he had entered a clear spring.

He immediately cheered up, circulated his internal energy, and barely dispersed the clear spring. This clear spring-like internal energy was really powerful, it was gentle and silent, and made no one defensive.

He understood in his heart that no wonder the sword was broken. One hot and one cold intertwined, making it difficult to support the long sword. After all, it was just an ordinary green-edged sword.
Chapter completed!