Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Just when Lin Pingzhi was hitting the point, Tian Boguang turned the blade, swayed Lin Pingzhi's sword directly, and put the knife on Lin Pingzhi's neck.

"Brother Lin, I accept it." Tian Boguang smiled triumphantly.

Lin Pingzhi couldn't believe it.

He and Tian Boguang were equal in combat strength, but the two sides decided the victory with one move.

Although Lin Pingzhi knew that he underestimated the enemy, he never thought that Tian Boguang could defeat him so easily.

Fortunately, this was not a real fight, otherwise Lin Pingzhi's head would have fallen to the ground.

Yilin was on the sidelines watching the match between the two, she was still very interested.

But when Lin Pingzhi was defeated in an instant, Yilin was shocked.

This Tian Boguang is so terrifying, fortunately Senior Brother Lin and him are already brothers.

"Hey, brother Lin, are you convinced?" Tian Boguang looked at the dull Lin Pingzhi and asked with a smile

"Dissatisfied." Lin Pingzhi spit out two words briefly.

The smile on Tian Boguang's face disappeared instantly, and he entered the state again.

After removing the branch from Lin Pingzhi's neck, he distanced himself from Lin Pingzhi, ready to start the next round of sparring.

Lin Pingzhi quickly thought about Tian Boguang's saber technique.

However, except for a fast word, it is still a fast word.

It was so fast that Lin Pingzhi had no time to react.

"coming."

Tian Boguang yelled softly, his feet twitched, and he rushed towards Lin Pingzhi quickly.

Must strike first!

Lin Pingzhi thought in his heart, the long sword swept across directly, and he wanted to force Tian Boguang to block his sword by opening and closing.

Unexpectedly, Tian Bo's sword reached mid-air, his body turned around, and the branch in his hand slashed several times at Lin Pingzhi's chest.

Lin Pingzhi panicked, he didn't expect that he would lose to Tian Boguang twice.

"Brother Lin, don't be discouraged. You are so much younger than me. When you reach my age, you will definitely be better than me." Tian Boguang comforted Lin Pingzhi.

"En..." Lin Pingzhi nodded, but one can imagine the loss in it, especially Tian Boguang's consolation made Lin Pingzhi feel a little unhappy.

Yilin looked at Lin Pingzhi's sad look and wanted to comfort her, but she didn't know what to say.

Just when Lin Pingzhi was depressed, a clear and clear voice suddenly came from his ear.

"Hmph, a small setback makes you unable to recover, and you want to learn Dugu Nine Swords?" Feng Qingyang's voice was full of sarcasm.

Lin Pingzhi suddenly raised his head, he looked around and found that there was no sign of Feng Qingyang at all.

"What's the matter, Senior Brother Lin?" Yilin saw Lin Pingzhi suddenly look around, and she also looked around, but she didn't see anything, so she was a little curious.

Lin Pingzhi noticed that neither Tian Boguang nor Yilin seemed to have heard Feng Qingyang's voice, and then he remembered a unique skill he had seen when he was reading novels - sound transmission into secrets.

Use internal force to compress sound and direct it into someone's ear.

It turns out that this really exists.

"Brother Tian! Come again!" Lin Pingzhi said unconvinced.

Since Feng Qingyang looks down on me, I will let you take a good look at me, I will definitely win Tian Boguang.

"Okay! Brother Lin, look at the knife."

After another few tricks, Lin Pingzhi lost again.

"Come again!"

Lin Pingzhi lost again.

"Again! I don't believe in this evil anymore."

Lin Pingzhi couldn't remember how many times he lost.

Panting, Tian Boguang looked at Lin Pingzhi. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked wearily, "Brother Lin, do you want to fight like this? Isn't it just to beat you a few times?"

Lin Pingzhi was also sweating, and he was also very tired, but he couldn't accept this defeat.

"Come again!" Lin Pingzhi held the wooden branch, straightened his back, and looked at Tian Boguang.

Tian Boguang was a little desperate, he really moved Lin Pingzhi's idea, but after Lin Pingzhi said this, he thought it would be better not to release the water.

"Okay, come again." Tian Boguang looked at Lin Pingzhi, ready to strike at any time.

"Come on!" Lin Pingzhi shouted lightly.

Tian Bo walked thousands of miles alone with bare feet, walking very fast, waving the wooden branches in his hands again and again, directly producing many afterimages, and it was impossible to tell which one was real and which one was fake.

"Boy Lin, look at his feet." Feng Qingyang's voice rang in Lin Pingzhi's ear again.

Hearing Feng Qingyang's prompt, Lin Ping subconsciously looked towards Tian Boguang's feet.

Then his eyes lit up, and he jumped directly onto the iron bridge, avoiding Tian Boguang's horizontal chop.