Game Tycoon Reborn

He was very disappointed, he didn't expect that he would fail in his persuasion, let alone that Lu Menglin would reject such an excellent opportunity to strengthen his power.

In his opinion, this was an offer that no thoughtful leader would refuse.

For this genius proposal, Li Qingsong was even prepared to withstand the pressure of the Ming family and turn Lu Menglin and the Iron Lions into his confidants.

It's a pity that he failed, and it was inexplicable.Based on his city, he simply did not believe that someone would make those unnecessary insistences for the sake of so-called fairness and purity.

However, Lu Menglin did it!

The source of Li Qingsong's anger is not because of his pure and persistent fear from the bottom of his heart.

Maybe many years ago, he used to be such a shining boy, but it is a pity that the dragon slaying boy has turned into a dragon. Maybe this is the real reason why he changed from hating himself to hating someone.

boom!Before Chief Li finished speaking, the white-clothed swordsman sitting beside Ming Shizun had already slapped the table, got up with his sword, and glared at Lu Menglin angrily.

"Didn't you hear what the chief said? You are no longer a member of Iron Lion, get out!" Bai Zheli, a swordsman in white, shouted loudly.

He finally found an opportunity to severely humiliate this Lu Menglin.

Bai Zheli originally thought that he was an unborn master of swordsmanship and was respected everywhere. Even the eldest son of the Ming clan, Ming Shizun, called himself a brother and brother, and considered himself a friend. .

Who would have thought that when he came here, he would become an insignificant person, and no one would pay attention to him at all.

He blamed all of this on Lu Menglin, subconsciously thinking that this is the radiant young man in front of him who took away his own brilliance. If it wasn't for the existence of the other party, he should have been praised by these dignitaries. High position is right.

Therefore, when he saw Lu Menglin lose power, he couldn't hold back immediately, and was the first to jump up, as if he wanted to step on the dog in the water.

When Bai Zheli yelled like this, several people in the conference room couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Ming Shizun was startled at first, and then showed an imperceptible smile.

"Bai Zheli's move is right and wrong, it's very subtle!" Ming Shizun secretly laughed in his heart.

He humiliated Lu Menglin face to face like this, if the other party didn't dare to fight back, it would be like giving a solid sigh of relief for him and regaining the place where he was humiliated that day.

If this Lu Menglin was not convinced and dared to fight back, he would be seeking his own death!

Just now Chief Li Qingsong had opened his mouth and expelled Lu Menglin from the Iron Lions. Now as long as he dares to act presumptuously in front of Chief Chief, Mr. Zhan will definitely take the opportunity to attack.

Maybe that Chief Li also wanted to see Lu Menglin taken down by Mr. Zhan, and by the way, he could justifiably take over the territory held by that kid.

Therefore, under Bai Zheli's yell, all the people present stared at Lu Menglin closely to see how he would react.

I saw Lu Menglin slowly raised a fist without saying anything.

"Little friend Menglin, please be patient and ignore him!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Taoist Li Shixing hurriedly dissuaded him.

Under Lu Menglin's calm gaze, Bai Zheli suddenly felt as if he was being stared at by a fierce beast in the wild, his hairs all over his body, and the palm of his hand holding the sword hilt was covered with sweat.

"You are qualified to speak only if you can receive a punch from me!" Lu Menglin said word by word.

"One punch? A joke! I have been practicing swords for fifteen years in vain, and I have already cultivated the true meaning of swords, so how can I be afraid of you!"

The long sword in Bai Zheli's hand was half out of the sheath, and with the cold light of the sword's intent, he finally swept away the fear in his heart, and shouted sharply.

He knows very well that if he is afraid of this Lu Menglin in front of the chief executive, he will not be reused in the future, and it will be difficult to raise his head. The position of instructor is his.

Therefore, Bai Zheli had to fight to the death, and he had no choice but to fight to the death.

"Lu Menglin, you really underestimate the heroes of the world! Without you, the Iron Lion Army will still be a hero in the world. Although this sword wielding boy is mediocre, he is not something you can defeat with a single punch!"

At this time, the old war man next to him also laughed and added a handful of firewood to the raging scene.

"That's right! As long as I, Bai Zheli, have a sword in my hand, you may not win me!" Hearing what the old man Zhan Xuebing said, Bai Zheli couldn't help but become more courageous, and shouted loudly.

Lu Menglin didn't say much, he just stood where he was, and punched him from a distance across the huge conference table.

Bai Zheli was the first to bear the brunt of this punch, and felt a terrifying aura rush towards him like a raging sea.

And it's not just that, in this powerful aura like a sea tide, there seems to be a fierce beast hidden, ready to pounce at any time and devour anyone.

Bai Zheli was secretly startled by this strange feeling of hidden potential, and instantly drenched all over, obviously regarded Lu Menglin as a rare enemy in his life.

In an instant, Bai Zheli had already reacted, the long sword in his hand was completely unsheathed, and the sword flew across the air, the sword energy surged within three feet of his chest, and there was a buzzing sound of the sword.

The sword he used is the strongest defensive move in Mount Tai swordsmanship, it is called Zheyuan Style, also known as Fengchantai Sword.

Mount Tai is the place where the emperor enshrined Zen and offered sacrifices to heaven in ancient times. This sword takes the meaning of enshrining Zen and contains the principle of the unity of man and nature. , invincible.

After Bai Zheli has practiced this sword, no matter what kind of opponent he meets, as long as he uses this sword, he will be defensive. No one can attack within three inches of his body before his own sword energy is exhausted.

This sword is most suitable for dealing with Lu Menglin's fist.

As long as that person's punch is useless, what if he blocks a few punches at most?Bai Zheli didn't believe that old man Zhan would still stand by and watch, and when the two of them worked together, maybe they would be able to kill this beast in front of the chief executive and achieve an incomparable feat.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Menglin's punch was in front of Bai Zheli.

The strength of the fist was condensed and did not dissipate, as if it was substantial, it instantly squeezed the air directly in front of Bai Zhe to separate it to the two sides, making a chichi sound of piercing the air, like a crossbow shooting fast.

"Sword circle!" Bai Zheli sensed the strength of this piercing fist, and while shouting loudly, the long sword in his hand trembled, with the tip of the sword pointing upwards, and the sword energy around him surged towards the direction of the sword tip. to.

He wants to use the sword as a shield, draw the ground as a prison, and block the opponent's sharp blow.

In an instant, sword energy and fist energy collided fiercely.

On the solid wood table in front of everyone, there were many sword marks, like animal claws.

And almost at the same time, clusters of white cyclones appeared out of thin air above the table, appearing in the air, and the scene was very strange.

"Jian Zhe!" Bai Zheli, as a master of swordsmanship, has the most keen sense of energy, suddenly shouted.

Because when these two forces came into contact with the sky just now, he found that the opponent's fist strength was not as terrifying as he imagined. The gas exploded concentratedly.

There was nothing wrong with Bai Zheli's judgment. Once he sensed that the opponent's strength was not strong, he immediately changed his sword posture and concentrated all the sword energy of penance, intending to break through the opponent's punch with one blow.

As long as you cut off the opponent's fist strength, you will gain the upper hand. When you want to attack, you can attack, and you can defend if you want, turning passive into active.

hum!All the people present only heard a clear sound of swords coming into their ears.

Bai Zheli's sword intent was really good, he even cut the oncoming punch in half.

Even Shizun Ming and Chief Li Qingsong, who don't know much about kung fu, knew that the swordsman probably had the upper hand when they saw Bai Zheli's complacent expression with a smile on his face.

At least they could see that Lu Menglin punched out from a distance, and then Bai Zheli swung his sword, but they didn't see any killing effect, so of course it can be regarded as that Bai Zheli's sword had successfully blocked it. Lu Menglin's attack.

Even the old man from the Zhan Xuejun shook his head with a disdainful face, his mouth slanting slightly.

Probably in the eyes of this old senior, neither Lu Menglin's punch nor Bai Zheli's two strikes of sword intent were looked down upon.