"Then so be it! You are no longer the person of the Iron Lion, you can go out now!" Chief Li Qingsong frowned and said angrily.

He was very disappointed, he didn't expect that he would fail to persuade him, and he didn't expect that Lu Menglin would refuse such a great opportunity to strengthen his power.

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

For the sake of this genius's proposal, he, Li Qingsong, was even ready to withstand the pressure of the Ming family and turn Lu Menglin and the Iron Lion Force into his henchmen.

It's a pity that he failed, and he failed inexplicably. With his city, he simply does not believe that anyone would do those senseless insistences for the sake of so-called fairness and purity.

However, Lu Menglin did it!

The source of this Li Qingsong's anger is not because of the fear of this purity and persistence from the depths of his heart.

Maybe many years ago, he used to be such a shining boy, but it's a pity that the dragon slayer boy has become an evil dragon, maybe this is the real reason why he went from hating himself to hating someone.

Bang! Before Chief Li's words fell, the white-clothed swordsman sitting next to Ming Shizun had already slapped the table, stood up with his sword, and glared at Lu Menglin angrily.

"Didn't you hear what the chief said? you're no longer an Iron Lion's man, so don't get out of here!" the white-clothed swordsman Bai Zhili scolded loudly.

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

Bai Zhili originally thought that he was an unborn kendo master, respected everywhere, even if he was the eldest son of the Ming family, Ming Shizun, he also called himself a brother and a brother, and he thought that he knew that as long as he had a sword in his hand, he would make meritorious contributions and seize fame.

How do you know that when you come here, you have become an insignificant little person, and no one pays attention to it at all.

He took all this anger on Lu Menglin, and subconsciously thought that this was the dazzling young man in front of him, who had taken away the glory that originally belonged to him, if it weren't for the existence of the other party, he would have been held in a high position by these dignitaries.

Therefore, when he saw Lu Menglin lose his momentum, he immediately couldn't hold it back, and he was the first to jump up, and he wanted to step on the water dog.

Bai Zhili roared like this, and several people in the conference room couldn't help but be stunned.

Ming Shizun was startled at first, and then showed a smile that was not easy to detect.

"Bai Zhili's move is crooked, it's very exquisite!" Ming Shizun smiled secretly in his heart.

He humiliated Lu Menglin in front of him like this, if the other party didn't dare to fight back, it would be equivalent to taking a solid breath for himself and recovering the scene where he was humiliated that day.

If this Lu Menglin is not convinced and dares to fight back, it will be self-defeating!

Just now, Chief Li Qingsong had already opened the golden mouth and expelled Lu Menglin from the Iron Lion Army, and now as long as he dares to be presumptuous in front of the big chief, Old Man Zhan will definitely take the opportunity to make a move.

Maybe that Chief Li actually wants to see Lu Menglin taken by Old Man Zhan, and by the way, he can justifiably take the territory in that kid's hands.

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

I saw Lu Menglin slowly raise a fist and didn't say anything.

"Menglin Xiaoyou, be patient, don't pay attention to him!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Li Shixing hurriedly spoke out to dissuade him.

Under Lu Menglin's calm gaze, Bai Zhili suddenly felt like he was being targeted by a fierce beast in the wild, and his hair suddenly exploded, and his palms holding the hilt of the sword were full of sweat.

"If you can catch my punch, you are qualified to speak!" Lu Menglin said word by word.

"One punch, joke! I have been practicing swords for fifteen years, and I have cultivated the true meaning of the sword, how can I be afraid of you!"

Bai Fold away from the long sword in his hand halfway from the sheath, and with the sword intent shining with cold light, he finally swept away the fear in his heart and shouted loudly.

He knew very well that in front of the big chief, if he was afraid of this Lu Menglin, he would definitely not be reused in the future, and it would be difficult to raise his head, but if he could frustrate this Lu Menglin's spirit today, maybe the next position of the Iron Lion Chief Instructor would be his.

Therefore, Bai Zhili must fight to the death, and it is still a backwater, and there is no choice.

"Lu Menglin, you can't help but underestimate the heroes of the world! Without you, the Iron Lion Legion would still be the heroes of the world. Although this sword-wielding kid is mediocre in strength, he can't be defeated by one punch!"

At this time, the old man next to him also smiled and added a handful of firewood to this scene in full swing.

"That's right! As long as I have a sword in my hand, you may not win me!" Bai Zhili heard the words of the old man of the war soldiers, and his courage couldn't help but grow by three points, and he shouted loudly.

Lu Menglin didn't say much, and the person stood in place, across a huge conference table, and punched out from afar.

With this punch, Bai Zhili bore the brunt of the blow, only to feel a terrifying momentum that pounced on him like an angry sea.

And not only that, in this powerful momentum like the tide of the sea, there seems to be a fierce beast hidden, ready to pounce at any time and choose people to devour.

This strange feeling of hidden potential made Bai Zhili secretly frightened, and his whole body was soaked in an instant, obviously he had regarded Lu Menglin as a rare enemy in his life.

In an instant, Bai Zhili had already reacted, the long sword in his palm was completely unsheathed, and a sword was in the air, and the sword qi was stirring within three feet of his chest, and there was a buzzing sword sound.

The sword he used was the strongest defensive move in Taishan's swordsmanship, called the Folding Circle Style, also known as the Fengchantai Sword.

Mount Tai is the ancient emperor to seal the Zen sacrifice to the heavens, this sword to take the meaning of the Zen, contains the unity of heaven and man in it, the sword qi and the body of the three inches of the land into a whole, with the circle as the body, a hundred folds do not invade.

After Bai Zhili practiced this sword, no matter what kind of opponent he encountered, as long as this sword came out, the defensive position was natural, and no one could attack within three inches of his body before his own sword qi was consumed.

This sword is the most suitable to deal with Lu Menglin's fist.

As long as that person has no success in one punch, what if he can block a few more punches at most? Bai Zhili didn't believe that the old man would still stand by and watch, and when the time came, the two of them would work together, maybe they would be able to kill this fang in front of the big chief, and achieve immortal feats.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Menglin's fist strength reached Bai Zhili's face.

The strength of the fist condensed but did not disperse, as if it were substance, and instantly squeezed the air that Bai Fold was directly in front of him and separated to both sides, making a sneering sound of breaking through the air, like a powerful crossbow shooting.

"Sword Yuan!" Bai Zhili sensed the strength of this air-breaking fist, and while shouting, the long sword in his hand trembled, the tip of the sword pointed upward, and the sword qi around his body suddenly surged in the direction where the tip of the sword was.

He wants to use his sword as a shield and the ground as a prison to block the opponent's fierce blow.

In an instant, the sword qi and the fist power collided fiercely.

On the solid wood desktop in front of everyone, there were Dao sword marks, as if the claws of beasts had scratched.

Almost at the same time, white cyclones appeared out of thin air above the tabletop, volleying into the air, and the scene was very strange.

"Sword Fold!" Bai Zhili, as a kendo master, has the most acute sense of qi, and suddenly burst out loud.

Because as soon as these two forces came into contact with each other just now, he found that the opponent's fist strength was not as terrible as he imagined, but it was just a virtual appearance, so he immediately changed his sword momentum and changed his sword circle defensive position to a sword fold, and concentrated the sword qi to explode.

There was no problem with Bai Zhili's judgment, once he sensed that the opponent's strength was not strong, he immediately changed his sword momentum, concentrating all the sword qi of penance, wanting to break through the opponent's fist with a point.

As long as you cut off the opponent's fist, you will have the upper hand, and when you want to attack, you can defend, and turn passive into active.

All the people present heard the sound of a sword in their ears.

Bai Zhili's sword intent was really good, and he actually cut the oncoming fist in half.

Even Ming Shizun and Li Qingsong, who didn't know how to do martial arts, knew that this swordsman had the upper hand when they saw Bai Zhili's smiling smug expression.

At least they could see that Lu Menglin punched out from afar, and then Bai Zhili also swung a sword, and then did not see any killing effect, so of course this can be regarded as Bai Zhili's sword has successfully blocked Lu Menglin's attack.

Even the old man of the War Academy Army slanted the corners of his mouth slightly, and shook his head with disdain on his face.

Probably in the eyes of this old-timer, he couldn't look down on Lu Menglin's punch, nor on Bai Zhuli's two sword intents.

But at this moment, the expressions of Li Shixing's people were completely different from those of the few people present.

When he sensed that Lu Menglin's fist strength was separated by the sword qi, he was stunned for a moment, then his face showed surprise, and then he was puzzled.

"Stop!" Li Shixing seemed to remember something, and suddenly his eyes flashed, and he shouted loudly.

It's a pity that before the words fell, only two muffled bangs were heard, and then everyone present saw Bai Zhili's triumphant smile frozen on his face forever, and the sides of his handsome face seemed to be hit left and right by two large scales, hitting at the same time.

Blood poured out from the seven orifices that were broken off from Bai at the same time, instantly staining the white clothes red.

He could no longer hold the long sword in his hand, and with a bang, the long sword fell to the ground, and the white-clothed swordsman simply fell back and fell over without even saying a word, without breath.

Except for Lu Menglin, who knew that there would be such a result, and Li Shixing, who had just guessed the means used by Lu Menglin, the other three all looked at each other, not knowing what had just happened.

"Vertical Zier dare!" This time, it was finally the turn of the old man to be furious, and after being stunned for a moment, he glared angrily and wanted to pounce.

"Stop!" This time, Li Shixing finally caught up, and slapped his backhand on the shoulder of the old man without hesitation.