Tianxuan Sect, Martial Arts Arena.

Li Mu was speechless looking at the group of old men in front of him who should have been in a nursing home.

One was an old ghost named Kan, and the other was a bald monk; they looked like they were performing a crosstalk routine.

One claimed to be quite skilled, while the other said he was afraid of hurting himself and having to fight each of them one by one.

Is it a war of attrition?

He wouldn't be afraid even if they all came at him at once; it would be better for him to come one at a time.

Since these old folks are ignoring me like this, then watch how I, Li Mu, will take down the nursing home.

"Little guy, how about this old man has a fight with you first?"

Let me make this clear first: I'm a heavy-handed old man, so if I lose control and hurt you, don't blame me.

"If you're so capable, you can beat this old man to death, and no one will hold you accountable."

"It was Elder Yu Lei who spoke."

After saying that, he got into a fighting stance, his whole body surging with blood energy, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and even emitted true qi.

Li Mu watched this unfold and felt a bit of admiration for the man; it was truly remarkable that he had mastered Iron Palm to such a level.

"Little guy, take this!"

As Old Ancestor Yu Lei spoke, he threw a punch at Li Mu.

In Li Mu's consciousness, the bald old man's iron fist had changed its attack three times in the middle of its attack.

From fist to palm, from palm to knife, and finally to a hand-knife strike aimed at him.

Li Mu countered with the Empty Fist technique, blocking with his left hand and returning the blow with a chop to his right.

In an instant, the two exchanged more than ten blows.

In the training ground, the sounds of cracking and popping continued, and waves of air surged.

Wherever the two went, the flat, large stones on the ground were all crushed under their feet.

Yu Lei's Iron Palm technique was masterful; although it started slowly, it gradually became more intense and faster as he struck.

It mainly uses techniques such as slashing, throwing, chopping, grabbing, blocking, grabbing, entangling, and peeling, as well as direct attacks, side attacks, and counter-attacks.

Li Mu's Empty Fist technique was equally formidable.

Using techniques such as blocking, entanglement, fighting, sticking, and pushing, combined with the Cloud Chasing Steps, they fought to a standstill.

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In front of the main hall of the Tianxuan Sect, Kan Shixiong and his disciples watched the fight, their expressions growing increasingly grim.

Although Li Mu is arrogant, he is exceptionally strong. Despite his young age, his cultivation level is comparable to that of an ancestor.

If they hadn't shown mercy during their previous fight, they would probably have been killed.

The guests watching the ceremony were equally astonished as they gazed at the martial arts arena.

This martial artist, who came from the outside world, completely changed their perception.

Such a young martial artist was able to fight the patriarch of the Tianxuan Sect to a standstill.

If the elders cannot defeat this person in one fell swoop, given time, who in the entire land will be his match?

Fortunately, although they were present, they did not offend Li Mu. If they encountered each other, they could only befriend him, not become his enemies.

Li Mu didn't care about what others thought. In less than ten minutes, he and Old Ancestor Yu had already exchanged over a hundred blows.

In terms of pure strength, he is stronger, and he has more methods.

After more than ten moves, he gained the upper hand and could end the fight at any time.

The reason we played for so long was because it was a spur-of-the-moment thing; it had been a long time since we had played so enjoyably. At the same time, we were also testing each other out.

When Elder Yu Lei launched a single-handed attack on the monument, he countered with a punch that unleashed a wave of fire.

boom!

As fists and palms collided, sparks flew, and they separated in an instant.

Old Ancestor Yu Lei was blasted more than ten meters away. After landing, he staggered back more than ten steps.

His palms were cracked and burned by a ball of flame.

puff!

Yu Lei exhaled a breath of true energy to extinguish the flames in his palm, then clasped his hands in a fist salute to Li Mu.

"Your methods are far inferior to my own."

After exchanging a punch, Li Mu flipped several times in the air to dissipate the force and landed steadily.

Upon hearing Old Man Yu concede defeat, he also clasped his hands in a fist salute and replied:

"Fellow Daoist, you flatter me."

He should have been humble after winning to show respect, but he had to put on a show of bravado.

He knew that Old Man Yu had originally intended to call him "little guy," but changed his address to "young friend" at the last minute as a sign of respect for his abilities.

He continued to put on an act, also in order to gain the respect of others.

In martial arts, strength has always been the deciding factor.

Although the old man looked down on him, he had no intention of killing him; in fact, he was worried about hurting him.

He did not kill anyone else.

If you can spare someone, do so; if you don't fight to the death, there's no need to kill them.

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"Young friend, you have some skillful methods. I, Li, would like to learn from you."

Ancestor Li Gui, with a cold expression, cupped his hands to Li Mu and said...

After saying that, he patted his storage bag, and a long stick leaped out and was caught in his hand.

Li Mu looked at the old man who didn't talk much, and without saying a word, took out a club from his ring.

With long sticks against clubs, the fighting resumed in the training ground as they spoke.

Old Master Yu Lei had previously said he would go to sleep after the fight, but now he's just a spectator.

Master Li Gui performed a set of Hunyuan staff techniques with great vigor, including chopping, lifting, deflecting, flicking, and sweeping.

Li Mu had never used a club in combat before, but at this moment he was using it as a sword.

Compared to fist and foot combat, the moves in stick and club fighting are much faster.

With the combined strength of the two, the sticks and clubs were used to strike vaguely.

Bystanders could only hear the crackling sounds and see a few afterimages.

In a short time, the sticks clashed forty or fifty times.

The more Li Gui fought, the more alarmed he became, realizing that he was no match for his opponent.

This young man is truly strange; every strike of his Hunyuan Staff Technique was accurately predicted by his opponent.

Just as he was thinking about how to end things, the young man delivered a powerful blow with the club in his hand.

The blow wasn't aimed at the person, but rather at his stick.

"Clang!"

The blow caused his blood and qi to surge, and as he was knocked back, the tiger's mouth of his hands holding the stick split open.

Not only that, his alloy rod was also bent into a bow.

This horrified him; if that blow had been aimed at his body, he would surely be dead.

Ancestor Li Gui put away the bent alloy rod and bowed deeply to Li Mu.

"Thank you for your mercy, Fellow Daoist Li. I have learned a lot from this experience."

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In the distance, the sect disciples and guests watching the battle were in an uproar when they saw another patriarch defeated.

After returning the greeting to Li Gui, Li Mu did not speak.

Defeating the two old men brought me nothing but a sense of satisfaction, not a feeling of accomplishment.

At this moment, when Old Ancestor Yu Lei saw Li Gui defeated, besides being surprised, he also felt a surge of pride.

He thought to himself, "I managed to hold out for over a hundred moves, while Old Man Li only lasted forty or fifty. Compared to him, I must be stronger."

Losing a fight is certainly shameful, but this kind of competition to see who is more shameful provides a better way to comfort oneself.

The remaining three old men were terrified and fell silent.

The five patriarchs of the Tianxuan Sect are all roughly equal in cultivation and strength. If they continue fighting, they will probably still lose unless they join forces.

Before the fight started, I said I would take them down one by one. Now that we've joined forces, it's a loss of face.

Besides, this young man's strength already surpasses theirs, and even if they join forces, they might not be able to keep him.

Moreover, at their level, unless it's a fight to the death, no one dares to say they can hold anyone back.

After exchanging glances, the group looked at Wu Qingfeng, the patriarch.

The five patriarchs had a deep friendship and often sparred with each other during their cultivation.

Although Master Wu sparred with them many times, he never showed his true strength.

Although they never admitted defeat verbally, they knew in their hearts that Old Man Wu's strength was definitely superior to theirs.

Because Old Man Wu cultivates immortal techniques, it's impossible to estimate his strength.

Seeing his old buddies looking over, Wu Qingfeng realized that they wanted him to take action.

"Fellow Daoist Li, it seems that your cultivation method contains some immortal techniques."

"This old man has by chance encountered an opportunity to cultivate immortal techniques for many years, but has yet to achieve the desired result. I would like to ask for a few pointers."