The sword will break with one strike."

"Oh——?" Li Muchan raised his eyebrows.

"Of course, if the iron sword encounters a copper stick that is too thick, it will not be able to cut it." Mei Ruolan said again.

Li Muchan laughed: "I understand."

"What a good opportunity you have!" Mei Ruolan nodded and said with a smile: "With such a strong inner strength, you can practice it with twice the result with half the effort, and your meridians will soon become wider."

"Miss, why don't you try practicing?" Li Muchan said.

Mei Ruolan shook her head: "I'll forget it, this is given to you by Master Lin."

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Since Master Lin gave it to me, I will borrow the flowers to offer to the Buddha. Miss, Senior Sister Gong, and Xiao Yuan, please practice and watch."

Madoka suddenly beamed: "Really?"

Li Muchan smiled and nodded. His pursuit was to be the best in the world, but one person's abilities are limited. He is still weak now, and there is no harm in having his companions with higher martial arts skills.

Mei Ruolan shook her head, saying it was inappropriate and firmly refused to agree.

Seeing that she refused to be firm and was not being pretentious, Li Muchan not only praised her character for being able to resist such temptation, but also secretly sighed that the relationship between the two seemed to be close but actually far away.

He didn't try to persuade her any more, and his heart gradually grew cold.

His face was as if nothing had happened, and he said with a smile: "Miss, that palm just now had several layers of force, one after another, which is really amazing!"

Mei Ruolan nodded: "Well, that is the introductory mental method of the Canghai Sword Sect. My fire level is still low, so I can only emit three levels of energy."

"How deep is the heat?" Li Muchan asked.

Mei Ruolan said: "Nine floors."

Li Muchan was speechless and sighed: "The Canghai Sword Sect really deserves its reputation."

A palm force contains nine layers of energy, which is indeed mysterious. If I encounter it, I will inevitably suffer a loss.

Mei Ruolan smiled: "You can withstand the third level of strength, which is already remarkable."

"It's just because of the beauty of the Ziyang Monument. I don't deserve the praise of the young lady." Li Muchan smiled politely.

Madoka looked at the two of them and felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't find it. She tilted her head and thought for a long time. She couldn't figure it out, so she had to do it.

She secretly regretted it, really, why did the young lady refuse? It’s rare for Zhanran to be so generous!

Gong Qingyun was reading a book with a cold expression on her face. She didn't speak all night, and only occasionally met Li Muchan's eyes, feeling sweet and content.

In the following days, the weather was calm, and Li Muchan sat in the carriage, rarely showing his face, and just practicing hard in seclusion.

After experiencing dangerous situations, being chased and having to flee in embarrassment, he practiced harder and harder.

Due to the lack of internal strength, he kept thinking hard and trying to find a shortcut. Finally, he did come up with a wonderful method: transporting the elixir to guide the meridians.

As he concentrated on it, the purple pill became smaller and smaller, became more and more solid, shining brightly like a pearl, and spinning like a star.

After a day of divine refining, it shrunk to half its size.

Li Muchan suddenly had a whim, what would be the effect of using this purple pill to move the meridians?

He saw through life and death and was fearless. In addition, he had the magical power of indestructibility, which made him even more confident. He did whatever he thought of, so he took the purple pill out of the Dantian and circulated it according to the Taiyang Sutra.

At the beginning, it was extremely difficult. It was very easy to carry the true energy of the purple pill. With a thought, the true energy came in an instant, as fast as lightning. But it was extremely difficult to carry the entire purple pill.

It was as if there was an invisible vortex in the Dantian, generating infinite suction. Whenever he moved his divine will and exerted all his strength, the Zidan finally moved a little, but was immediately pulled back to its original position, and all previous efforts were wasted.

He was as energetic as a dragon and tireless. He almost fell into coma in order to carry the purple pill. It would have been impossible for an ordinary person to do it.

He was determined. Although the process was difficult and the progress was slow, he never gave up. After three days of continuous efforts, Zidan was finally moved out of Dantian.

Without the Dantian, the Purple Pill advances very slowly in the meridians, like a stone blocking a pipe, moving forward bit by bit, and every inch consumes a huge amount of energy.

At the same time, with such forceful advancement, the meridians were stretched as if cut by a knife, and the pain was severe. He was tired and in pain, and was suffering inhuman torture.

Li Muchan gritted his teeth and persisted. Whenever his energy was exhausted, he would immediately enter the picture of observing the sky and the gods. He quickly regained his energy and destroyed Zidan again.
Chapter completed!