Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Ren Yingying stepped forward to stop it.

Although she knew that Huang Zhonggong loves Qu Feiyan.

But I'm also afraid that Qu Feiyan will make Huang Zhonggong angry, so I won't be able to see people and let me do what I want.

Qu Feiyan stuck out her pink tongue and stopped talking.

Huang Zhonggong looked at Lin Pingzhi.

He thought of what Qu Feiyan said earlier, his big brother has a name.

"What is your name?"

he asked puzzled.

Lin Pingzhi smiled and said calmly:

"Master Mingyue."

I also complained a little bit in my heart: Mo Zunlou can't tell you.

The words Mingyue Gongzi came out.

The four friends of Meizhuang were all shocked.

This kid is Young Master Mingyue?

What the hell!

It was him!

Huang Zhonggong's expression became serious.

"It turned out that it was Young Master Mingyue who slashed Ximen Chuuxue with his sword, and the three old younger brothers. It is not wrong to lose."

If he could beat Ximen Chuuxue and his three younger brothers, then it would be no problem.

Although they live in seclusion here.

I don't know much about the affairs of the rivers and lakes.

But the duel on the top of Huashan Mountain, such a major event, they still know about it.

Lin Pingzhi arched his hands.

"Where is the master, it's just a fluke, a fluke."

he said modestly.

Huang Zhonggong nodded.

I feel that Lin Pingzhi is neither arrogant nor impetuous, he is indeed a talent.

No wonder the saint Ren Yingying was so close to him.

And Yan'er also likes her.

"This old man's unique skill is the seven-string invisible sword. If you can't hold on, remember to tell me, otherwise the old man might not be able to control it and hurt you."

Huang Zhonggong said.

Mainly, if you hurt him, I'm afraid that Yan'er will be sad.

As for losing, Huang Zhonggong never thought about it.

He has great confidence in the seven-string invisible sword.

"The seven-string invisible sword of the great master is actually the work of sound waves, and it happens that I also have a rough grasp of rhythm."

Lin Pingzhi smiled.

From the waist, take off the jade flute Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moonlit Night.

Xiao?

temperament?

Heiheizi was full of disdain.

"Then Mr. Mingyue, isn't it? Your sword and fingering skills are great, I admit it, but if you want to compete with my elder brother in rhythm, you are too contemptuous!"

The implication is.

What rhythm does your kid know?

Don't embarrass yourself with the rhythm!

Ren Yingying stared at Black and White, a little displeased.

She has seen Lin Pingzhi's rhythm before.

If Lin Pingzhi's temperament is not good, then who can?

Seeing this, Huang Zhonggong hurried out to smooth things over.

"The rhythm is good, the old man loves the rhythm the most."

On one side is his second brother.