Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

"Ding, congratulations to the host 'Lin Pingzhi', you have learned a new inner strength: innate strength, the current level: the first level."

Lin Pingzhi had heard of the name of Xiantian Gong.

In the past Zhou Botong and Ying Gu's son was hit by Qiu Qianren's iron sand palm, there was a lot of internal energy in his body that could not be dispelled.

Only innate functions can save.

If Duan Zhengming hadn't made up his mind to see death rather than save him, Zhou Botong might still have a harmonious family now.

However, the restless internal force in Lin Pingzhi's body immediately began to digest after the appearance of Xiantian Gong.

"Master Ma Yu, find me a quiet room, I want to retreat." Lin Pingzhi said immediately.

"Brother, come with me!" Zhou Botong called "Big Brother" submissively.

He was very familiar with Chongyang Palace, so he took Lin Pingzhi away directly.

The only ones left outside are the Quanzhen Seventh Sons and other Quanzhen Sect members, as well as Yang Guo and the dying Ouyang Feng.

"Master, Yang Guo has joined forces with Ouyang Feng, this kind of martial arts scum, our Quanzhen Sect should directly kill them." Zhao Zhijing said.

He is afraid now, all the people he offended will come back to find him.

Mr. Mingyue has nothing to do, but he has to get rid of Yang Guo.

Otherwise, if Yang Guo had practiced martial arts well and came to him again, he would really have endless troubles.

"Zhijing." Qiu Chuji looked at Zhao Zhijing and said, "No matter how you say it, Guo'er has a teacher-student relationship with you. How could you make such a move?"

When Zhao Zhijing heard this, he thought that Qiu Chuji refused to deal with Yang Guo because of his own face.

"What Master Uncle said is very true, but Zhijing knows the principle of killing relatives with righteousness, and Zhijing is willing to do it himself." Zhao Zhijing pulled out his long sword with a heartbroken look, and was about to stab Yang Guo.

At this time, Yang Guo hugged Ouyang Feng, and staggered step by step towards the outside of Chongyang Palace.

His eyes were glazed over, and the repeated blows made him really lose hope.

"Bastard!" Qiu Chuji jumped to Zhao Zhijing's side, and slapped Zhao Zhijing on the face.

With a sound of "clang", the sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand fell to the ground.

"Zhijing, why are you so confused!" Qiu Chuji said bitterly, "He is Guo Jing's nephew, if you kill him, how do you want me to face Guo Jing?"

"Uncle Master..." Zhao Zhijing covered his face, he was a little bit unwilling.

At this time, Ma Yu also walked in front of Zhao Zhijing.

"Zhijing, the most important thing in my Taoism is to cultivate the mind. You have already had a demonic obstacle in your heart, and you will be fined to contemplate it behind closed doors for three months." Ma Yu said, "Go ahead and reflect on yourself."

"Master!" Zhao Zhijing wailed, he didn't know why.

He just wanted to kill Yang Guo, who would cause future troubles. What did he do wrong?

"Brother, let's go." Yin Zhiping and Li Zhichang took Zhao Zhijing's arm and dragged him to the confinement room.

"Okay, let's go." Sun Buer waved to the other Quanzhen disciples.

After all the Quanzhen disciples left, Ma Yu sighed heavily.

"I Quanzhen teach the next generation that there will be no successors..." Ma Yu was very sad.

"It would be great if my Quanzhen sect had a talent like Mr. Mingyue." Sun Buer was also very emotional.

Qiu Chuji was silent and did not speak. He felt very sorry for his dead disciple Yang Kang, and he also felt sorry for Guo Jing.

"According to the calculation, this is the second time that Master Mingyue has saved me from the Quanzhen sect." Hao Datong said.

"Yes, Mr. Mingyue is really the great benefactor of my Quanzhen Sect..."

Chapter One Hundred and Eight

After a long time, Lin Pingzhi withdrew his innate skills.

The innate skill did dissipate the irritable internal force in his body.

Moreover, his tendons have been widened a bit, which means that he can generate more internal force.

After waking up, he opened his eyes and saw Zhou Botong.

"Brother." Zhou Botong's eyes were red.

He could tell that what Lin Pingzhi had just practiced was innate skills.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Seeing Zhou Botong's provocative appearance, Lin Pingzhi was still not used to it.

"How do you have innate skills?" Zhou Botong asked.

Lin Pingzhi's head instantly "boomed".

He didn't expect Zhou Botong to spot it.

Lin Pingzhi was still thinking about how to explain.

Zhou Botong continued talking.

"My senior brother taught me Xiantian Gong very early on, but I didn't learn it." Zhou Botong said, "There is no one in Quanzhen Sect who knows Xiantian Gong. The only one who knows Xiantian Gong in this world is the old man Nandi."

"I learned it in the ancient tomb." Lin Pingzhi had no choice but to find this excuse.