Li Huan flicked his wrist, spinning the "Mysterious Iron Pig-Slaughtering Knife" a few times before swiftly inserting it into the scabbard at his lower back.
"This is the ancestral 'Pig Slaughtering Knife Technique'!"
Li Huan smiled and gave a persuasive introduction, looking directly into Mo Shenggu's eyes.
"Excellent swordsmanship!" White-browed Eagle King gave a thumbs up.
Mo Shenggu's face turned ashen, and he looked embarrassed.
Song Yuanqiao hurriedly reminded him, "Seventh Junior Brother! Don't listen to Li Huan's nonsense! He doesn't know any martial arts at all. He broke your sword entirely with brute force and his sharp 'Mysterious Iron Pig-Slaughtering Knife'!"
This is the best explanation for Mo Shenggu.
How could one of the "Seven Heroes of Wudang" be so easily defeated by a street vendor?
For the Wudang Sect, this is also the best fig leaf.
Losing to a divine sword is not shameful.
At this moment, Abbess Miejue's expression softened a bit, and a gloating smile appeared on her lips.
Her expression clearly said: Look, heroes, even Mo Shenggu of the Wudang Sect has been cut down by Li Huan. It's understandable that I was defeated by the Xuan Tie Pig-Slaughtering Knife.
Mo Shenggu quickly got up and angrily cursed!
"You brat! If you've got the guts, don't use the 'Mysterious Iron Pig-Slaughtering Knife,' fight me bare-handed and settle the score!"
Li Huan shrugged: "Master Mo, can't you be a little kinder? I don't know martial arts, how can I compete with you?"
Mo Shenggu said angrily, "You claim to have superhuman strength. If you can knock me down with one punch, I will admit defeat!"
Li Huan waved his hand impatiently.
"Get out of my way and cool off! Don't stop me from selling boxed lunches and earning money from the Ming Cult!"
Seeing that Li Huan was unwilling to fight, Mo Shenggu, young and impetuous with a fierce personality, was not willing to give up so easily.
Li Huan laughed and said, "Old man with white eyebrows, please wait a moment. I'll bring the tricycle over so you can enjoy my four dishes and one soup!"
After saying that, Li Huan walked towards the electric tricycle.
Whoosh! Mo Shenggu darted in front of Li Huan and reached out to stop him.
Li Huan feigned fear: "You... what do you want to do?"
Mo Shenggu said sternly, "I must compete with you! I want to learn your divine power!"
Li Huan fully understood Mo Shenggu's mindset and seized the opportunity to use a "provocation tactic" to further stimulate Mo Shenggu's nerves and also to ignite the fighting spirit of the Wudang sect leaders, thus luring them into the trap.
"I possess superhuman strength, and I have already sent the leader of the Emei Sect flying. Didn't you see that, Master Mo?"
"Your martial arts skills are definitely far inferior to those of the old nun. Why do you ask for trouble and get knocked down by my punch, continuing to disgrace the Wudang Sect?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Shenggu's eyes widened in anger, and his nostrils flared.
Song Yuanqiao looked extremely displeased, clenching his fists and trying his best to restrain himself.
Mo Shenggu roared, "If you knock me down with one punch, I will cripple my martial arts and retire from the martial world!"
The scene erupted in uproar.
"Amitabha!" Master Kongzhi said, "Hero Mo, calm down! Don't fight with Li Huan! Sect leaders, quickly join forces to attack and annihilate the Demonic Sect!"
The commander-in-chief issues orders, demonstrating his authority.
Song Yuanqiao frowned and said, "Master Kongzhi, if the Wudang Sect can't even defeat an unknown peddler, how can it eradicate the evil sect and uphold justice? Wouldn't it be ridiculed?"
Master Kongzhi was speechless, then nodded.
Clearly, the old monk also thought that Li Huan was being unreasonable and a stumbling block, and that he had to be kicked away first!
With the support of his senior brother, Mo Shenggu stood tall and was full of confidence.
Li Huan then said, "Master Mo, do you really want to test your strength with me?"
Mo Shenggu's eyes were resolute as he assumed a steady stance: "Please throw your punch!"
Li Huan said, "I can throw a punch! However, after you are knocked down, you don't need to cripple your martial arts or leave the martial arts world. You just need to buy three hundred boxed lunches!"
Mo Shenggu was stunned: "Three...three hundred boxed meals..."
Abbess Miejue sneered: "Master Mo, there's no need to be surprised. No matter what Li Huan does, it's all for the sake of selling boxed lunches to make money!"
Li Huan raised an eyebrow: "Old nun, you're right, you understand my thoughts perfectly."
Mo Shenggu stopped his horse stance and looked at Song Yuanqiao, seeking his opinion.
The matter of spending money to buy boxed lunches must be approved by the senior brother.
After all, Song Yuanqiao was the acting CEO of the Wudang Sect, in charge of its finances.
After a moment's thought, Song Yuanqiao asked in a loud voice.
"Young Master Li, if you can't defeat Seventh Junior Brother with one punch, what should you do?"
Li Huan countered, "How do you intend to handle this?"
Song Yuanqiao said, "If you can't defeat Seventh Junior Brother, leave Bright Peak immediately and return the tricycle to the Wudang Sect!"
Holy crap, Song Yuanqiao is also interested in the novel-looking electric tricycle and tries to take it for himself.
Li Huan feigned hesitation, took a breath, as if he had made a great decision.
"It's a deal! Anyone who goes back on their word is a coward!"
Song Yuanqiao nodded and said to Master Kongzhi.
"Please bear witness, Master! If Li Huan knocks down Seventh Junior Brother with one punch, the Wudang Sect will buy three hundred boxed lunches!"
"If Li Huan can't defeat Seventh Brother with one punch, his tricycle and boxed lunches will all belong to the Wudang Sect!"
Master Kongzhi said, "Amitabha! There is no need for this old monk to be a witness; all the heroes present can be witnesses!"
The old monk has learned his lesson.
After Abbess Miejue lost to Li Huan, she publicly reneged on her promise and cheated, leaving Master Kongzhi extremely embarrassed.
At this moment, the Wudang Sect is fighting against Li Huan, and Master Kongzhi, to prevent any accidents, wisely refuses to be a witness.
Mo Shenggu assumed a horse stance, took a deep breath, and prepared to meet Li Huan's attack.
Song Yuanqiao said, "Seventh Junior Brother! You may only experience Li Huan's strength, but you must not harm him!"
Mo Shenggu nodded, his eyes sharp.
Li Huan knew that Mo Shenggu's internal strength was not deep enough.
He only used 30% of the power of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to send Mo Shenggu flying.
Let's start by taking action against this guy, thoroughly enraging Song Yuanqiao and the others, and then pocket the Wudang Sect's silver.
Li Huan raised his fist and said with a smile, "Master Mo, I am born with superhuman strength. I once knocked out a water buffalo with one punch. You'd better be careful!"
Mo Shenggu's thick eyebrows furrowed, his steel teeth clenched, and he focused intently on channeling his internal energy.
Li Huan walked slowly toward Mo Shenggu without any haste.
At a distance of about two meters, Li Huan suddenly exerted his strength and threw a punch!
Bang!
Mo Shenggu flew more than ten meters away like a kite with a broken string, head down, and plunged into a snowdrift, leaving only his two legs visible.
This guy's miserable state is exactly the same as that of the previous Abbess Miejue!
The crowd gasped in surprise and cheered.
The exclamations came from the six major sects, while the cheers came from the Ming Cult camp.
Li Huan put on an act, pretending to be shaken so badly that he took five or six steps back, tried to steady himself, and swayed his shoulders a few times.
He twisted his wrist, grimacing as he said, "Master Mo's skin is fucking tough! It almost broke my wrist... It hurts so much... It hurts so much..."
His acting was superb, and his expressions were so realistic that he fooled everyone.
"Seventh Junior Brother!"
Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting shouted and rushed towards the snowdrift. They each grabbed Mo Shenggu's legs and pulled him out with all their might.
"Seventh Junior Brother is injured!" Zhang Songxi shouted.
Mo Shenggu's forehead was split open, and blood flowed down, staining his clothes red...
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