Taeko Kazama finally left with tears in her eyes. Li Muye watched her leave angrily on the pretext of going to the bathroom. He knew in his heart that this woman was full of drama, and even her farts might contain the smell of seducing someone. Most of this affectation has a reason. Even so, I still felt faintly unbearable. I couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring secretly, this woman was so good at charming her, even if she was like this, others would be even more unable to resist her.
Sure enough, someone soon noticed what happened here.
The monk Jueyuan who came with Master Jueai, the chairman of Laolin Temple Cultural Group, paid attention to Taeko Kazama throughout the dinner. This time he came to Beijing with a mission for Li Muye. As soon as he saw the Fengyue Supreme Master, he was immediately shocked to the point of being a heavenly being. He just wished he could return to secular life immediately and start chasing after him. Seeing that the deity and bodhisattva in his heart seemed to be angry with Li Muye, this demon-suppressing Arhat who claimed to have attained lofty enlightenment suddenly began to think about subduing demons.
The highlight of the night banquet was the demonstration of stunts, and today's host had intended to take the opportunity to push Monk Jueyuan to the front desk. The monk had been waiting so long for it to finally be his turn, and he couldn't wait to show off in front of the goddess in his heart.
The hall echoed his voice of provoking Li Muye by name: "The poor monk Shi Jueyuan, whose family name is Geng, has always been upright and doesn't know how to cling to powerful people. He speaks neither lightly nor seriously. I have been taught a lesson by my senior brother for this." , but it’s hard to change one’s nature. I’m almost forty years old now, and I’m still a gunner. When I came to Beijing this time, my senior brother wanted me to show off the real skills of Lao Lin, so that some rumors could be disproven. Before I left, I heard the name of a person. Speaking of this person, he is really not an ordinary person. He has a high position and powerful methods. If I publicly offend him, my senior brother will definitely be blamed. But I can’t help but have such a stubborn temper. My bones are itching all over my body, and I wish I could invite Mr. Li Muye to come on stage in person, teach the poor monk a lesson, punch him a few times, kick him a few times, and give him some knowledge."
Li Muye slowly walked to the edge of the one-foot-high platform, hugged his shoulders and looked at the monk in the center of the platform. This man looks dark and thin, but has strong muscles and strong bones, and his eyes are bright. At first glance, he is a master of great talent and great physical skills.
"This is the capital, a place where royal laws and regulations exist. As a government official, how can I, Li Muye, know the law and break the law?" Li Muye said in a nonchalant manner: "Fists and feet have no eyes, and I will not give in with my hands, and I will show no mercy with my hands. If you have any shortcomings, wouldn't I be asking for trouble?" Then he said: "Shi Jueyuan, right? To be honest, you are far behind these two times. If you really do it, you will have to die here. "
"Arrogant!" Shi Jueyuan shouted angrily: "Li Muye, if you still admit that you are a Jianghu person, you will sign a life and death certificate with me. Even if the poor monk today is not for the innocent souls who were framed and killed by you, he is just for Even the drop of a tear from Supreme Master Fengyue Bodhisattva will surely help to defeat the demon!"
Before the audience, Shi Jueyuan of the Laolin Temple Group said anything, Kazama Taeko, who came back from the bathroom, was already frowning and stamping her feet, and said angrily: "Oh, Master Jueyuan, how can you say that?" A pair of wonderful eyes were full of encouragement and encouragement. He looked at Shi Jueyuan on the stage with respect.
Li Muye sneered and said: "Monk, I respect you for your rare ability, so I have given in to you again and again. As a monk, you are arrogant in your service. You have provoked Li out of nowhere again and again. You are really ignorant to the extreme." Chu, for the sake of God's good nature and the fact that two rivers and lakes cannot be written in one sentence, I will give you another chance. If you take advantage of it again, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"You are ruthless!" Shi Jueyuan almost walked up to Li Muye, spitting like flying stars, and shouted: "I will challenge you on my behalf today!"
"In that case." Li Muye suddenly paused, raised his head suddenly, with a stern look in his eyes, and shouted in a low voice: "Just hit him!" Like an arrow from the string, he suddenly jumped in front of Shi Jueyuan, and struck out with a strike. Remember the hammer.
Shi Jue never expected that he would hit him immediately, and the strike would be as powerful as thunder. In a hurry, he hurriedly parried and put his hands across his chest to resist. His whole body was hit by Li Muye's punch, and his feet were lifted off the ground and flew upside down. Two meters away. He held on to his fists, and just when he was secretly thinking that he was in danger, Li Muye was already chasing him. He lunged and punched like a bow and arrow, and punched Shi Jue's arms in front of his chest with another punch.
With a bang, it felt like it hit a ball of cowhide-wrapped cotton wool. Shi Jue Yuan's fist relaxed for a moment, and the force of the counterattack almost broke Brother Ono's wrist. This bald monk's ability to withstand a beating is truly extraordinary. Li Makoye had an idea and suddenly raised his hand to sweep his face.
Shi Jueyuan felt that the power of Li Muye's second punch was far inferior to the first one. He only thought that Li Muye's strength was no more than that. Although he did not relax in his heart, he secretly let out a sigh of relief and felt somewhat sure of victory. Seeing that Li Muye's palm was weak and unable to sweep over him, he just felt a sense of sinister energy and calmly stepped back, dodging away easily. Just when he was feeling proud, he suddenly saw a crystal light coming in front of his eyes, and he was too late to react.
The ox-hair needle pierced my eyes, and my whole brain felt numb all of a sudden. Everything he saw was blurry. Li Muye turned his palm into a fist and hit him fiercely on the chin, knocking him off his feet and falling backwards. While the person was in mid-air, Li Muye followed up with continuous attacks, punching to the flesh, hitting acupuncture points with moves, splitting the muscles and bones. Sure enough, he did what he said, and with one strike, Shi Jueyuan's hard work was crippled.
"Despicable!" A Taoist priest with long hair and shawl shouted loudly, walked up to the stage, hurriedly hugged Shi Jueyuan, who was vomiting blood and his body was as limp as mud, and screamed: "Call an ambulance quickly, Master, it's impossible. .”
He didn't give in on the spot and showed no mercy. The world has always been so cruel. This is not a battle in the ring. The arena is the arena. Now that he has decided to take action, Brother Xiaoye has no intention of giving him another chance and will come back to trouble him again after he recovers.
Today I was here to cause trouble. The two most threatening people, Taeko Kazama and Lin Guoyu, had already been defeated by me using off-the-chart moves. There was no one else who could compete with me on this occasion. Brother Ono stood on the stage with his arms folded, his eyes scanning everyone's faces with disdain. The moment he passed by Nana, there was almost a trace of hesitation and change, but he quickly hardened his heart and pretended not to see it.
Finally, his eyes rested on Lin Guoyu's face and said: "Director Lin, you have seen everything that happened. I made an agreement with Master Shi Jue'ai before we started. We will compete in accordance with the rules of the world, and we will have no grudges about life or death." , now that the victory or defeat has been decided, there should not be any trouble with torn pants wrapped around the legs, but then again, you are the director of the Religious Affairs Office after all, and these people are also considered your soldiers. They have authority. If you insist on doing business with me, There’s nothing to say.”
Lin Guoyu frowned in silence and pondered for a long time before holding back his nausea and said: "Lin is also from a martial arts family. Since you have said ugly words in front of you, you must naturally follow the rules of the martial arts. The injury to Master Shijue'ai is the result of his own choice. , if others want to challenge Director Li, the Religious Affairs Office will not intervene."
Li Muye turned his attention to Shi Jue'an again and asked, "Master, do you want to come up and give it a try?"
Shijue gritted his teeth in anger, but shook his head repeatedly and said: "Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate. As a member of the Buddhist sect, how can a poor monk fight with others like fools in the world?"
Li Muye laughed heartily and did not argue with him. He turned to look at the others and said, "You roly-poly guys would rather sit down and bleed out your hemorrhoids than spill your blood on this table." You idiot, after hearing a few slanderous words, you want to fight with me, Li Muye?" At this point, he suddenly paused, looked at Shi Jue's fat and angry face, and said, "Do you know what I'm here to do today?" He pointed at the platform. Xu Changshu stood down and said: "I'm here to tell you that this is my person. From now on, when you see the two masters and disciples of the Taiji Taoist sect, walk around!" Finally, his eyes fell on Lin Guoyu again and asked: "Director Lin , tell me, am I a little girl qualified for this?" (End of Chapter)