He reluctantly said the last sentence, his face darkening again.

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"Damn, this Nangong Sidao is a monster, how can we still live!" Someone stamped his feet and drank loudly, lifted the wine jar to his mouth, and drank until he was full.

Everyone shook their heads, their expressions not very good-looking. Nangong Sidao was so powerful that it made people despair. They really didn’t know how to deal with it!

Li Muchan suddenly smiled slightly: "Everyone, Si Dao is just a mortal, not a monster!"

His voice was clear and gentle, reaching the ears of every guest in the hall, as clear as a whisper in their ears, and reaching the bottom of their hearts.

There was a sudden silence in the hall, and then everyone turned to look over and saw Li Muchan, who was wearing a green shirt. He was holding a big bowl with a leisurely expression, as if he was sitting in his own back garden. He raised the bowl and toasted everyone.

Then drink it all in one gulp.

"Nangong Sidao!" The fat old man stood up in surprise, his face stiff, and he stared at Li Muchan: "You... how could you...?"

Li Muchan chuckled and said: "I've heard for a long time that Western Zhao is powerful and Sidao came here to play. I didn't expect you all to have such a misunderstanding. I really can't help but explain."

"What are you doing when you come to our Da Zhao?!" the fat old man asked coldly.

The buzzing discussion started again, and people stared at Nangong Sidao in amazement. There were surprise, surprise, hatred, and admiration in their eyes. Li Muchan could clearly feel the difference in each gaze.

Although Nangong Sidao is a stone above their heads in Wulin, West Zhao, most people have only heard of his name and have never seen him.

In the martial arts world, the strong are respected, and people generally worship the strong. Although Nangong Sidao is considered an opponent in the Western Zhao martial arts world, his powerful nature cannot be concealed.

For such a figure, people do not lack admiration in their hearts, but some people show it, and some people turn it into hatred, wanting to surpass him and become the source of their strength.

Li Muchan glanced at everyone with a smile, and everyone could clearly feel his eyes falling on them, and then his eyes met theirs.

They felt very strange, feeling that with their eyes facing each other, nothing about them could escape Nangong Sidao's eyes, even everything in their hearts could be seen clearly by him.

This feeling is really not wonderful, and I wish I could block myself from him.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "I heard that Master Zhao of your country has profound cultivation, so I came here specially to visit, learn from each other, and make friends through martial arts."

"You want to challenge Master Zhao?!" the fat old man cried out.

Li Muchan smiled and nodded, and the fat old man sneered: "Master Zhao has magical powers that reach the heavens and the earth, but he has always been too lazy to pay attention to the affairs in the martial arts world. You dare to come here. You are really brave!"

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Zhao Zhiyuan is the master of the Western Zhao Kingdom. He has a transcendent and lofty status in the country. He is a living god in the eyes of the world and cannot be confused with martial arts figures.

Very few people challenge Zhao Zhiyuan, because Zhao Zhiyuan is a person with great supernatural powers, and his martial arts skills are simply unmatched, so there is no need to ask for trouble.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "I have heard about Master Zhao's name for a long time, but being famous is not as good as meeting him. You have to meet him."

"Humph, that's good, we can't stop you from seeking your own death!" The fat old man sneered again and again.

Li Muchan turned around and glanced at everyone: "Is there anyone who can report news to Master Zhao?"

"Zhao Guoshi has always lived in seclusion, either in the Chongzhen Temple outside the city, or in the palace. How can he be seen by ordinary people whenever he wants?" the fat old man said disdainfully.

Li Muchan raised his brows. No matter how good-tempered he was, he couldn't stand the old man's cold expression. It seemed that he was easily bullied.

If it were somewhere else, Li Muchan wouldn't bother to pay attention to it, but he knew the temperament of the people of Xi Zhao along the way and knew that they should not be tolerated.

When he raised his brows, the air in the hall suddenly became heavy. People felt like a mountain was pressing down on them, and their bodies were so heavy that they wanted to sink into the ground.

Others had difficulty breathing, and could barely breathe despite their efforts. They stared at Li Muchan in surprise.

After five or six breaths, Li Muchan smiled slightly, and everyone felt relieved, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and breathing became smoother. The sound of deep inhalation came and went.

"Is this Senior Wu? Can you introduce me to him?" Li Muchan asked with a smile.

Others only felt palpitations. After Li Muchan relaxed, they returned to their original state. They were not injured. They only felt their hearts pounding and secretly sighed that they were well-deserved.
Chapter completed!