With a fishing rod in hand, it's boring.
The sea was calm like a sleeping girl, and the fishes became extraordinarily honest, and they hadn't bitten for a long time.
Li Muye leaned against the cracks in the rocks on the coast, avoiding the scorching sun above his head.
A big sailing ship was slowly coming in relying on electricity. The sides and masts were covered with black birds. A middle-aged man appeared at the bow, opened the front hatch and released a small boat, and went straight up. He waved his hand, and immediately hundreds of crows flew over, using their mouths to lift the dense traction thread on the bow, and pulling the boat quickly towards the shore.
"Old Qi, you went back to the teacher's school. I don't know how much you have learned, but you have learned how to do it." Li Muye took the fishing rod, smiled and asked, "How? Master, are you still satisfied with your return home?"
The visitor was Qi Rulong, the master of the insects from the feathers, standing far away from the bow of the ship, made a salute to Brother Xiaoye. When he reached the shore, he jumped off the boat and had to pay respects. Li Muye held him with one hand, and tears filled his eyes. Said: "Director, Qi Rulong will follow you in this life."
Li Muye waved his hand and said, "Sooner or later you will come back here to take charge of the portal, but by then you must have retired."
Qi Rulong said: "Director, my master has promised to do his best to influence Chen Ju, but his old man thinks Chen Ju is not the kind of person who makes decisions under the influence of others. When choosing between you and Huang Yonghao, the teacher is more optimistic about you and not so optimistic. Huang Yonghao."
"Is this your master's view, or what he thinks is Chen Ju's view?" Li Muye asked.
Qi Rulong said: "Teacher, please rest assured, Chen Ju has made a decision, my boat is slow, he let me go one step ahead."
Li Muye nodded, and said, "Go back to the boat and prepare."
Qi Rulong nodded and led the way.
Samurai Dong stepped out of the forest, and said, "The perimeter trials over there are about to end. The young men you mentioned are on the stage." As he said, he stood beside Li Muye and watched the crows pull the boat with him. Qi Rulong went away and said, "Are you ready here?"
Li Muye nodded and said, "Let's go over."
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In the depths of the island, in front of a magnificent building at the foot of the mountain, an arena was erected on the square, and the trials of the Thai King Fighting God Tournament are in progress.
There is a huge viewing terrace on the third floor of the building, with a shed for sunshade and rain on the head. A large jade chair is placed on the center of the main seat. A total of four ordinary chairs are placed on both sides of the front. Li Muye is sitting there. On one of them, a yellow-robed monk sits on the right side next to Brother Xiao Ye. He is in his fifties, with a dark complexion, almost no edges and corners, with a smile on his face, and a very easygoing appearance.
Looking to the left, he is a huge and innocent black man. Even if he sits there, he is half his head taller than the average person. This man is shirtless, his huge belly is like a huge black drum, and there is a black-skinned drum hanging around his neck. A necklace made up of wild beast teeth, with gold rings hanging on the ears, such a huge body, but with a small head, only the size of a football, small nose and small eyes, put together, a bit of Down syndrome.
To the left of the big black man sat a middle-aged Chinese man, Huang Yonghao.
When Li Muye looked over, he was also looking over, with a slight smile on the corners of his lips, but the cold light in his eyes did not hide. A group of young men and women stood around the viewing terrace. Huo Jingshan was also among them. From time to time, she turned her head and peeked at Li Muye. She didn’t know why Xiaoye suddenly became the fourth largest of the White Dragon Bodhisattva sat down. King Kong.
In the arena, Elai is preparing to fight a white man as a disciple of traditional Yuewu Dao. The opponent has no genre, but maintains an amazing winning rate in the black market boxing. He won all ninety-nine matches and all killed his opponent to win.
This is the last trial before entering the final eight finals of the God of Fighting Tournament. Seven people including Bai Qi have already advanced. This white man didn't seem to have strong muscles, Kong Wu had a strong physique. According to the information, this person is called Von Trichy. His previous identity is unknown. He only came to Central Asia six months ago and started his black market boxing career in Ho Chi Minh City. Kill the opponent, don't mind using any means.
After watching it for a long time, I can't help but wonder, where did this bastard come from? Why is there no such number in the previous information
Evil comes and hugs his arms, ready to open the door to fight. Logically, the other party should also respond with a polite expression, but this von Trisch suddenly went into battle without declaring it, taking advantage of the moment when evil came up to say hello, he flew and kicked it fiercely.
It happened suddenly, and I didn't expect it to be so nasty, so he hurriedly set up his arms to block. Wontrich kicked Eilai's arm and kicked Eilai back a few steps. This boy was unreasonable, chasing after him, and his fist fell like raindrops.
Evil was caught off guard and he took the lead. The opponent's fist was very heavy, and the angle of attack was tricky, either from the back of the head or from the ear door. The consequences would be unimaginable if he hit the back of his head. When the evil came back and got rid of it, Vontrich pressed on every step of the way. This guy is not only powerful, but his reaction speed is not slow, and he can keep up with the evil. This person has no tactics, but every action is reasonable, the force is fully coherent, the hands and feet are well coordinated, and there is no chance to fight back with the suppressed evil.
"Good skill!" Huang Yonghao suddenly applauded and praised: "This young boxer named Von Trich has already done the essence of his boxing. Every movement is so accurate. It is a precision-operated machine. It seems The suspense of the outcome of this contest is no longer big."
Bailong said, "Master Huang is optimistic about this white boxer. Do the other three masters have different opinions?"
"I think it's too early to make a conclusion." Naitong who was sitting next to Li Muye killed said: "This person's physical strength should be lower than that of the Yuewudao fighter. If he can't defeat his opponent under the advantage, it will take a long time. Now, when his physical strength is almost exhausted, it is time for the opponent to turn defeat into victory."
Ye Bailong asked the black man: "Gambia, what do you think?"
Gambia said: "The white boxer is well-trained. It seems that he has undergone surgery to destroy the painful nerves, and has taken the lead. The advantage is too great. I think there is no suspense."
Bailong finally asked Li Muye, "Does Master Li have any ideas?"
Li Muye said: "If there were no accidents, this white boxer should have won the situation, but there is no absolute truth in the world. If he accidentally stepped on something and slipped, maybe the situation would be different." , Turned to look at Huang Yonghao, and said, "Master Huang, do you think what I said makes sense?"
Huang Yonghao sneered and said: "On the ring, what can he step on... Li Muye, you mean!" He suddenly changed his expression, pointed at Xiaoye in surprise, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"
On the ring, the white fighters have the upper hand, and they are retreating with the right momentum like a rainbow. They retreat and advance, attack and defend. Both mentally and physically, the consumption is not the same. Language, seeing the victory is only a matter of time. At this moment, this person suddenly took a step, his whole body stiffened for a moment, and he was thrown away by the evil in an instant. He stood motionless, standing still for more than two seconds.
Masters compete, milliseconds must compete!
In two seconds, it was evil enough to launch a counterattack.
When Wundtrich was finally able to lift his foot, the evil hand was already in front of him. Although he is not afraid of pain, it does not mean that his eyes are invulnerable. When the evil fingers almost dug his eyelids, Vontrich hurriedly lay back to avoid. Eilai rolled down his wrist and directly caught up with his neck. It was pinched firmly, and the skin spattered immediately.
In the great pain, Vontrich was unaffected by the fact that he forced his legs to cross his body and threw a leg in midair to kick the evil ribs. He listened to the wind to judge that this leg was not heavy, and tried to be kicked by him. Vontrich’s kick was a volley, and it was not powerful enough to cause fatal damage to evil. He obviously knew this, but with the reaction force of a kick, he struggled to grab his neck from evil. Break free.
Where did the evil come from, willing to give him a sigh of relief again, and his figure was like electricity to catch up, and he popped his right foot to Vontrich's crotch and kicked fiercely.
Wundtrich knew that if the kick was real, he would be killed on the spot. He was on the ground and it was inconvenient to move and block. Just listen to the sound of Kaba, the foot pedaling with evil, forcibly crushed Vontrich's shin.
The opponent raised his other leg high, the rabbit kicked the eagle struggling to defend, and at the same time, he slapped the table next to him quickly to express his surrender.
Huang Yonghao on the viewing platform on the second floor glared at Li Muye, and said, "The glass ball that Von Trich stepped on hurt his pericardial meridian. How could there be glass beads on the ring?"
Li Muye ignored him, got up and walked to the edge of the viewing platform, and made a gesture of wiping his neck with evil gestures.
Evil originally wanted to kill this despicable opponent, and the opponent slapped the board to admit defeat, and must stop attacking according to the regulations. He was feeling unwilling in his heart, but saw Li Muye appear above, gestured to him to kill, where would he be polite with the other party again, immediately only when he didn't see the other party's motion of slaps on the board, he fits over and faces Von Trich's temple. It's just a kick. Vontrich quickly parried with his hands.
Evil's ankle kicked him on the shoulder, and his shoulder blades suddenly shattered. Wontrich struggled to get up and tried to escape to the stage. He came up with a stride and grabbed his neck from behind.
"Stop it!" Huang Yonghao shouted from the viewing terrace: "You are merciful!" He said, he must jump down to stop the evil.
Li Muye slammed in front of him and said, "Master Huang, the next battle is going on. What are you going to do?"
Huang Yonghao watched evil come and snapped Von Trichy's neck, he immediately stopped his feet and pointed at Li Muye and shouted: "The surname is Li, you are in trouble..." (End of this chapter)