Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

After all, hypocrites still love face.

"Master, don't worry, the fifth senior brother's meal is not ready yet. After Ping'er finishes the competition, the meal should be almost ready." Lin Pingzhi said with a smile.

He really didn't pay much attention to a mere Dixiu.

Yue Buqun didn't say anything, he felt that Lin Pingzhi was bragging.

None of the Huashan disciples present thought that Lin Pingzhi could win.

Except for Lin Yi and the others.

"Three brothers, do you think the little uncle can win?" Jiang Wu looked at Lin Yi and asked them.

"We must win!" Zhou Houxu said hastily.

Even if he felt in his heart that Lin Pingzhi might not win.

But they still had to say that Lin Pingzhi must win.

"Yes, yes, the little uncle will win!" Lin Yi nodded repeatedly.

Mo Chezhao also had the same attitude.

Jiang Wu was full of doubts.

After all, he had stayed in Songshan for a while, although it was not long, he had heard the rumors about Di Xiu.

Di Xiu's strength is no less than that of the last ten members of the Songshan Thirteen Taibao.

It's just weaker than Ding Mian and the others.

Lin Pingzhi walked towards Di Xiu.

What he held in his hand was the Weeping Blood Sword that had become the Huashan Long Sword.

"Senior Brother Di, please be merciful." Lin Pingzhi said with a smile.

Di Xiu looked at Lin Pingzhi with contempt, he didn't regard Lin Pingzhi as an opponent at all.

Moreover, the deaths of his two senior uncles and junior brother Shi Dengda were all related to Lin Pingzhi's death.

Although he knew that Lin Pingzhi could not be their opponent.

But he still couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart.

He will teach Lin Pingzhi a lesson today.

"A sword has no eyes, be careful yourself." Di Xiu said as he drew out his sword.

"Since senior brother said so, then junior brother can rest assured." Lin Pingzhi smiled and drew his sword.

Di Xiu was a little curious about Lin Pingzhi's words, what does it mean to be relieved?

Do you still think you can hurt me?wishful thinking!

Disdain welled up in Di Xiu's heart.

He stabbed directly at Lin Pingzhi with a sword.

Lin Pingzhi raised his hand and struck Di Xiu's throat with his sword.

Di Xiu was startled and hurriedly avoided.

"What kind of sword technique is this!" Di Xiu asked in astonishment.

"Huashan swordsmanship." Lin Pingzhi smiled, "Senior Brother Di, are you confused? I am a disciple of Huashan, so why not use Huashan swordsmanship?"

Yue Buqun saw that Lin Pingzhi was indeed using the Huashan sword technique.

It's just that his swordsmanship was so tricky that Di Xiu didn't realize it.

Facing Di Xiu's sword, anyone in Huashan would subconsciously block it with "Shi Jian Huiyou".

But Lin Pingzhi did the opposite.

He raised his hand to "welcome the guests with the pine", and Di Xiu could only back away when he was directly forced.

"You!" Di Xiu felt angry when Lin Pingzhi ridiculed him.

However, he quickly realized that Lin Pingzhi was indeed using the Huashan sword technique.

It's just that his Huashan swordsmanship is much more tricky than those people he has seen who practice Huashan swordsmanship.

At the very least, Linghu Chong's Huashan swordsmanship is definitely not as good as Lin Pingzhi's.

"Senior brother, be careful." Lin Pingzhi easily thrust out his sword again.

Di Xiu was startled, his only way out was down below.

He had no choice but to roll around on the ground, and then escaped Lin Pingzhi's sword.

Seeing this scene, Zuo Lengchan was almost ashamed.

In Zuo Lengchan's eyes, Lin Pingzhi's swordsmanship was mediocre, but his disciple Di Xiu was so embarrassed, which made him feel that it was a mistake for him to propose an extra match.

"puff!"

Zuo Lengchan's anger affected the injury, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.