Chapter 81: The son released thunder and ruled Nanyun

"The surname is Qian, what do you mean! You think our Changqing is lying to you, hehe, lonely and unheard!" Fang Changqing followed and slapped the table, almost knocking over a plate of dishes on the table.

Because of the quarrel between Qian Bao and Fang Changqing, the atmosphere of the banquet exploded all of a sudden.

Many people are already drunk, and they have long forgotten the distinction between superiors and subordinates and seniors, and they are shouting and shouting.

Some people shouted in support of Qian Bao and asked Wang Yaowu to let go of the thunder in his palm; some people defended Fang Changqing and tried to make Wang Yaowu a master; and some didn't know what they were shouting about.

Li Xingyu, as the host, was not in a very good mood, and drank high, so he immediately shouted: "It's all noisy! Qian Bao is a little red guy, you have long eyes and a top of your head, you don't know how to respect the leader, and you learned a little kung fu of a three-legged cat, so you think that your fork is broken, right?"

Although he was drunk, his heart was still clear.

knew that Wang Yaowu would not be able to hold thunder in his hands at all, so he had to use the leader's shelf to suppress people.

Qian Bao was also stunned, and he shouted directly: "I just don't accept it! I haven't seen your ability as a director, and you blow it so well, but in fact, it's ordinary, why is his secretary general so powerful! If he wants to be powerful, the thunder in his palm will be released, and I will immediately kowtow and call Master! If I can't let it go, kowtow to me three times, and I will be an adult and ignore the villain!"

"You are looking for death, dare to talk to the secretary general like this!" Fang Changqing made a gesture to fight.

Qian Bao also rolled up his sleeves and wanted to fight with Fang Changqing.

Although the onlookers were clamoring, someone still pulled the two of them at the critical moment and didn't let them really do it.

Qian Bao was stopped, and he couldn't beat Fang Changqing, so he looked at Wang Yaowu, who was calmly eating vegetables: "The surname Wang, if you want to have a seed, just put a thunder to show us! If you don't have a seed, don't pretend to be a big-tailed wolf!"

Although being pointed at the nose and provoked.

But Wang Yaowu really didn't get angry, and there was even a faint excitement in his heart, he hadn't come to the Cultural Protection Commission for a long time, and the newcomers had never met, so his authority naturally couldn't be established.

Now there are people who come out as targets, and if they don't grasp it well, they are sorry for this great opportunity.

Stabilizing his excited mood, he first glanced at the third baby who was looking up at him, and the third baby's eyes flashed with a hint of understanding, and he also grabbed the eldest baby and the second baby who were about to help Wang Yaowu come out.

The IQ of the little milk baby definitely surpasses that of Einstein.

Wang Yaowu became more and more calm, slowly put down his chopsticks, and turned his head to look at Qian Bao who was being pulled by everyone: "Qian Bao, right, do you want to see me release thunder?"

Qian Bao said contemptuously: "Of course, you finally dare to agree?"

Wang Yaowu said lightly: "Do you think the thunder in your palm is a juggler, what is your identity, I want to show you?"

"Haha, joke, you definitely can't let it out, pretend to be a big-tailed wolf here! Don't think I don't know, before you entered the Cultural Protection Commission, you were a rural hillbilly, you don't even know what cultivation is, in less than a month, you can release the thunder in your palm, don't put gold on your face!"

"Huh. Wang Yaowu smiled coldly, he hated people who looked down on rural people the most, "I can naturally release the thunder in my palm, but you don't deserve me to play a trick, understand?"

"Haha, I'm not worthy, but so many people are not worthy? You just can't let it go, I'm the first to disobey you Wang Yaowu, and you Li Xingyu, why are you the shallowest in Taoism, but you occupy the position of secretary general, and the position of director!" Qian Bao blushed and had a thick neck.

"Why?" Wang Yaowu glanced around with a sharp gaze, the newcomers here had basically only heard his name, but had never seen him in person.

After a little inquiry, I also knew how old Wang Yaowu was and when he came into contact with cultivation.

It's not one or two who are not convinced.

Wang Yaowu said lightly: "Since you are not convinced, I will convince you, Sanwa, master the thirty-six Tiangang method that your father taught you a while ago, master the five thunders, and fight it, so that this blind guy can take a look." ”

"Dad, I've just learned!"

"It's okay, just make a ring. ”

"Okay!" Sanwa had already seen that Qian Bao was not pleasing to the eye, and when he heard the words, he jumped down from the bench, made a gesture of his small hand, and shouted "Urgent as a law", and suddenly a palm thunder, wiped Qian Bao's ears, and hit the wall behind him.

Bang!

A hole was blown open in the walls, and the rubble collapsed Qian Bao's face and drew several bloody edges.

Qian Bao was stunned at the time, he didn't even know that his face was bleeding, and almost all the alcohol turned into cold air, if this palm thunder tilted his head a little more, he could directly explode his head.

The previous provocations were all gone, and only cold sweat remained.

The other newcomers at the banquet were all so frightened that they couldn't speak, everyone knew the signature spell of the Taoist Palm Thunder, but few had really seen it.

The old man before the Cultural Protection Commission, although he knew that Wang Yaowu would put thunder in his palm, he didn't see it with his own eyes. At this moment, when I saw Sanwa performing, I completely understood how Wang Yaowu killed the fox demon with high Taoism. The prestige of the thunder in the palm completely dispelled everyone's doubts, and there was no dissatisfaction.

"What's the matter, my son's palm doesn't thunder. Wang Yaowu was still sitting calmly.

Li Xingyu laughed: "There are no three-thirds, how dare you go to Liangshan, the position of director and secretary general of the Cultural Protection Commission, why should I sit with Brother Yaowu, now you understand, hurry up, kowtow and call Master!"

Qian Bao's face was flushed, mixed with blood, and he couldn't tell the difference.

After holding it for a long time, he said: "This is not the palm thunder he put on!"

When Fang Changqing heard this, he immediately kicked over and kicked Qian Bao to the ground: "Nima Gobi, the secretary general will give you a face, and let the gourd baby release a thunder for you." You still have to inch inch, and you don't look at your own virtues, and you still want the secretary general to release thunder for you, can you afford it!"

Wait for Dafang to be strong and kick down several times.

Wang Yaowu opened his mouth, and said with a look of disagreement: "Forget it, generous, they are all colleagues, just kidding, they don't know each other." Don't beat him, let him compensate Director Li for three glasses of wine, and the matter will pass, and he will go back and settle the cost of repairing the wall of the hotel, and he is still a colleague. ”

"It's still the secretary general who pays attention to it, Qian Bao, hurry up and apologize. ”

"Qian Bao, don't make trouble, that is, the secretary general has a good temper, I don't want you to kowtow, what are you doing with the corpse, hurry up and apologize for the wine. ”

"The secretary general and the director will give you the stairs, just hurry. ”

Sanwa's strength was revealed, and everyone's attitude towards Wang Yaowu was no longer disrespectful. The cultivation circle is more hierarchical than the real society, because the strong can really crush the weak, although there are legal constraints, they dare not do anything indiscriminately. But no one can afford the consequences of the means behind the masters.

Qian Bao could only get up from the ground, ignoring the hot feeling on his face, picked up the wine glass, and compensated Li Xingyu for three glasses, and Wang Yaowu for three glasses.

Then he tilted his head and fell drunk.

I don't know if it's true or not.

The banquet was not interrupted by a hole in the wall and this bit of farce, on the contrary, it was more lively. The toasts were endless, and many people were drunk one after another, except for the three gourd babies who were bored and yawned, and Wang Yaowu leaned on the back of the chair and admired the faces of all beings.

"This thunder goes down, no one in the cultivation world of Nanyun County disobeys me. ”