The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Feng Tianming looked at Li Muchen, his eyelids twitching unconsciously.

He was willing to believe Li Muchen, provided it was within a reasonable range.

For example, he can believe in defeating Li Zhendong and defeating Wang Zongsheng.

But to say that it only took one move, he was very doubtful.

Feng Tianming doesn't practice martial arts himself, but he has come into contact with many martial arts people and knows that if a person can be the leader of a school, his kung fu will never be any worse.

Who in this world dares to say that he can defeat the leader of the Iron Clothes Sect with one move?

If you lose, it means not only that you lose your shares, but you also lose any money.

He saw that Li Muchen was very calm, very calm, and seemed to be very confident.

But the more confident he became, the more worried he became.

For a moment, Feng Tianming even wondered if he had fallen into a trap jointly created by Li Muchen and Lian Qirong.

But at this point, it was impossible for Feng Tianming not to gamble.

If he didn't bet, the Shen family would ask them to draw lots according to the rules, and he might still lose everything.

Moreover, his reputation in the world will be seriously damaged.

Feng Tianming decided to trust Li Muchen again.

The last time he attacked Wang Zongsheng, Li Muchen let him go, but in the end he used the [-] million shares he took from the Cha family to make up for his losses.

This time, let’s see what he will do?

If it is finally discovered that Li Muchen and Lian Qirong are really working together, Feng Tianming is determined to drag them all to hell at all costs, even if they are irreversible.

"Of course I will not go back on my word." Feng Tianming looked at Li Muchen and said, "What Mr. Li said is what I said."

"Okay! Second Master Feng is still Second Master Feng, so refreshing!" Lian Qirong laughed, "Then, Master Shen, let them start?"

Shen Bingyuan nodded and said, "You two, please go to the rooftop."

"No need, just one move, just here."

Li Muchen said and slowly stood up.

He did not jump, let alone use the beautiful body movements like Li Zhendong, but walked around the outside of the conference round table and walked into the center of the round table from the gap beside the rostrum where Shen Bingyuan was.

Everyone in the seats shook their heads.

Before the fight even started, the outcome was already decided.

Shen Mingchun couldn't help but sneer, thinking of the rumors from the Lin family about how impressive Li Muchen was when he killed the West, it was even more ridiculous now. But even his wife Lin Qiufeng was willing to believe this kind of nonsense. Everyone in the Lin family is really dumber than the last, so it’s no wonder that the family is in ruins.

Jiao Shiniang whispered to the old man next to her: "Uncle Liao, do you think he can win?"

Uncle Liao shook his head and said: "Li Zhendong's iron cloth shirt has reached the state of transformation. If you want to defeat him with one move, it will be impossible unless the master comes in person and concentrates his whole life's skills in one blow! I think this boy's steps are careless and his kung fu is Generally speaking, it’s good if you don’t get beaten to death by Li Zhendong for a while.”

Jiao Shiniang frowned slightly: "Uncle Liao, can you help him later?"

Uncle Liao glanced at her: "If he doesn't impose any conditions, maybe we can help him, but he said he can win with one move, and I can't help him. At most, I can protect him from death in times of crisis."

Besides them, everyone else was whispering.

Every word these people said reached Li Muchen's ears.

He unconsciously glanced at Jiao Shiniang and didn't understand why this woman wanted to help him.

It happened that Jiao Shiniang was also looking at him, and when their west eyes met, Jiao Shiniang smiled sweetly.

Li Muchen was in a daze, as if he had seen this woman somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

He turned his face and stood face to face with Li Zhendong, about two meters apart.

Li Zhendong chuckled and said, "Boy, you will pay the price for your arrogance."

Li Muchen was not angry at all and just asked: "Are there any restrictions on our martial arts competition?"

Li Zhendong said: "There is no limit to the battle of life and death. If you have any special tricks, just use them."

"Can I use weapons?" Li Muchen asked.

"Want to break his iron shirt with a weapon?" Shen Mingchun chuckled, "Do I want to give you a gun?"

There was a burst of contemptuous laughter all around.

Shen Bingyuan also laughed, coughed slightly, and reminded: "You can use cold weapons, but you can't use poison, and you can't use hot weapons."

Li Muchen nodded and said, "I understand."

Li Zhendong said: "Boy, let me tell you clearly, I practice the Golden Bell Iron Cloth Shirt, and all my skin and flesh are my weapons. Show me what kind of thing you are using!"

"I'll use this." Li Muchen raised his hand, and there was a thin golden needle in his hand.

This time it was unexpected.

The iron cloth shirt is not just a layer of clothing. It has been trained to the extreme, and the skin and flesh are harder than steel.

Moreover, when practicing Kung Fu horizontally, it is not only physically hard, but also has a protective layer of true energy that fills the skin, muscles, and bones.

A needle, a broken iron shirt?

This is unheard of.

What's more, this needle is still a soft golden needle.

Only the Confucian scholar next to Xu Tong and the old man named Liao next to Jiao Shiniang narrowed their eyes slightly.

A trace of anger flashed across Li Zhendong's face. He felt that Li Muchen took out a needle to express contempt.

"Boy, don't go too far. I originally planned to stop here. Since you are seeking death yourself, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

After saying that, he swung his arms, his clothes puffed up without any wind, and a burst of true energy surged out of his body. With a crash, his coat broke into pieces and flew to the west.

A stream of air rushed towards Xizhou, and the people at the round table suddenly felt depressed. Those who had practiced martial arts were fine, but those who had not practiced martial arts were a little breathless.

"Sure enough, good work!"

Li Zhendong's move shocked everyone.

Looking at Li Muchen again, he was standing there, motionless, like a piece of wood.

Everyone already knows what the outcome of this competition will be.

Feng Tianming was also stunned.

This was the first time he saw such a powerful aura from a warrior.

This aura was much stronger than the Hong Tiancheng he invited to Hecheng.

He couldn't help but look at Li Muchen again, with worried eyes in his eyes.

Shen Bingyuan said: "If you two are ready, you can start when I call start." He paused, looked at Li Muchen and reminded, "Master Li, you only have one chance."

Li Muchen nodded, indicating that he understood.

Shen Bingyuan then said: "Okay, I announce that the competition will begin."

Li Zhendong slapped his chest and hit the chest muscles with his palms, which made a sound of gold and iron.

"Boy, come on."

As a master of the sect, he deliberately gave up a move and let Li Muchen go first to show his magnanimity.

Li Muchen was not polite and bullied him.

Lightly clapped a palm.

The Five Elements Needle is sandwiched between the index finger and the middle finger.

His palms were light and his steps were light, everything was light and powerless.

Li Zhendong looked at Li Muchen's slap with contempt, not even bothering to move.

This kind of palm power can only be used to hit cockroaches. It is impossible to break through his iron cloth shirt.

Li Muchen's palm struck Li Zhendong firmly on the chest.

He retreated as soon as he took the shot, and quickly retreated back to his original position.

In a daze, people had the illusion that these two people had never moved.

"Okay." Li Muchen stood there and said calmly, "I'm done."