Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Tao Genxian was so frightened that she immediately took back the words.

The other five immortals did not dare to make any noise.

For fear of angering Lin Pingzhi.

Give them a good beating.

Lin Pingzhi saw that they did not speak.

Run the God according to the scriptures.

Started to treat Long Feifan.

It's just the cold air coming out of Long Feifan's body.

In an instant, Lin Pingzhi's internal strength was exhausted.

"hiss!"

Because of the cold.

Lin Pingzhi took a deep breath.

It seems that although Long Feifan helped Zuo Lengchan master the magic skill of ice.

But the chill in his body still hasn't been eliminated.

Simply repair and nourish the dragon's extraordinary tendons with the divine light.

Lin Pingzhi withdrew his hand.

The Peach Valley Six Immortals looked at Lin Pingzhi eagerly.

Want to ask, but dare not ask.

But they also saw that Lin Pingzhi had no intention of hurting Long Feifan.

Otherwise, they would be willing to risk their lives for Long Feifan.

"I will stay in Songshan for a few days, and when he wakes up, I will pass on a set of exercises to him so that the chill in his body can no longer attack."

After leaving these words, Lin Pingzhi turned around and left with Ding Mian.

The Peach Valley Six Immortals looked at each other.

Seeing that Long Feifan's complexion had indeed improved, he was relieved.

Here Lin Pingzhi also took Ding Mian back to the main hall of the Songshan School.

Yue Buqun was still waiting there.

"Ping'er."

He was almost healed by now.

See Lin Pingzhi appear.

He also rushed forward to show his kindness.

"Ping'er, it's like this, the head of Huashan, I plan to hand it over to you, what do you think?"

Yue Buqun rubbed his hands, and tentatively asked in a panic.

"Give it to me?" Lin Pingzhi was stunned.

But then, he quickly refused.

"No, I don't want to be the head of Huashan, you can continue to be the master."

Yue Buqun listened to Lin Pingzhi's words.

Somewhat at a loss.

What does this want him to do?

Lin Pingzhi looks like Ding Mian.

"Uncle Ding, immediately announce to the world that the position of the leader of the Wuyue Sword Sect is given to my master Yue Buqun."

"it is good!"

Ding Mian did not hesitate.

I hurried to get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to write a circular letter.

Lin Pingzhi looked at Yue Buqun again.

"Master, you should practice martial arts well, and leave the affairs of Huashan to the teacher's wife, okay?"

Lin Pingzhi said this with a smile.

But, in Yue Buqun's opinion.

This is a sword with a honey belly, and a knife hidden in a smile.

But he dared not refuse.

Jiang Biehe has already taken refuge in Lin Pingzhi.