Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Seeing this, Lin Pingzhi knew that Zhou Botong had taken the bait.

"If you lose, you only need to promise me one thing, isn't it a good deal?" Lin Pingzhi said with a smile.

Zhou Botong heard this and thought it was okay.

If he wins, he will do three things. If he loses, he only needs to do one thing, which is a good deal.

"Yes, yes." Zhou Botong said with a smile, the joy on his face was clearly visible, "Then how do you bet?"

"You have the final say." Lin Pingzhi said.

Zhou Botong rolled his eyes.

I thought that if I competed with others, I might not be able to win.

The only thing I have the most hope for is fighting.

"Then let's fight!" Zhou Botong said.

"Yes." Lin Pingzhi nodded.

When Ma Yu and the others heard this, they panicked.

"Young Master Mingyue, you can't do it." Ma Yu hurriedly dissuaded Lin Pingzhi.

He knew Zhou Botong's strength.

Although his uncle looks childish and ridiculous, he still possesses the Nine Yin Manual, and he has reached an unfathomable level in Quanzhen Sect's martial arts.

"Don't worry, it's fine." Lin Pingzhi was very confident.

Seeing that Ma Yu was obstructing his bet, Zhou Botong immediately became upset.

"Boy Ma, get the hell out of here." Zhou Botong kicked Ma Yu's ass.

Ma Yu sighed helplessly.

"Brother, believe in Master Mingyue, he is also very powerful." Sun Buer said while supporting Ma Yu.

"But our uncle..." Qiu Chuji was not very confident about Lin Pingzhi.

"It's a pity that Master Mingyue is going to be played badly by the uncle..." Hao Datong shook his head helplessly, feeling sorry for Lin Pingzhi who was about to lose.

Lin Pingzhi had already made up his mind, if he found Zhou Botong too difficult to deal with, he would just use the Weakness Card, since he still had two.

The weak card is his magic weapon.

"You set the rules, so that you don't lose the game." Lin Pingzhi looked at Zhou Botong who was eager to try.

"The side that fights just needs to admit defeat." Zhou Botong said, he couldn't wait any longer.

"Real Ma, please be a witness." Lin Pingzhi looked at Ma Yu.

The helpless Ma Yu couldn't refuse, so he walked between the two of them.

"The winning condition of this bet is that the other party admits defeat, and both parties are requested to click until the end." Ma Yu quickly entered the role, "Get ready, start!"

The moment Ma Yu called out the start.

Zhou Botong moved.

"Kong Ming Fist!"

I saw Zhou Botong's two hands bombarding towards Lin Pingzhi with different punching trajectories.

Lin Ping could tell at a glance that this was Zhou Botong's self-created technique of fighting left and right.

One mind can be used for two purposes.

"Good time." Lin Pingzhi's eyes showed joy.

Lin Pingzhi still likes to compete with the masters, and it's just a good time to see where he is lacking.

"Roar--"

One of Lin Ping's twenty-eight palms for summoning the dragon directly slapped Zhou Botong.

Zhou Botong saw Lin Pingzhi use the Dragon Subduing Twenty-eight Palms in the middle of the journey, he was startled, he retracted the punch he was about to throw.

It was barely possible to avoid Lin Pingzhi's palm.

But when the palm hit the wall, it also made a big hole in the wall.

Zhou Botong turned his head and looked at the big hole in the wall, feeling a little scared in his heart.

But what concerned him the most was why Lin Pingzhi chose Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

"How do you know how to subdue the dragon with eighteen palms?" Zhou Botong stared at Lin Pingzhi with wide eyes.

"Why can't I?" Lin Pingzhi smiled.

Zhou Botong thought about it too, his brother Guo was taught by Hong Qigong.

Maybe it's normal for the old beggar to teach another one.

"Hmph, come again." Zhou Botong leaped towards Lin Pingzhi.

This time he did not use the martial arts taught by Quanzhen, but used the Destructive Claw from the Nine Yin Manual.