Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Lin Pingzhi didn't want to kill Tian Boguang after he learned the Gale Sword Technique.

Tian Boguang will be his own scapegoat in the future.

"Brother Tian, ​​I have already learned it." Lin Pingzhi said, "Brother Tian, ​​please leave Hengshan quickly. In the future, you must make up your mind and stop doing things that the world is not ashamed of."

Seeing that Lin Pingzhi was no longer pestering him, Tian Boguang bid farewell.

"Hey, Brother Lin is destined to see you again." Tian Boguang jumped down the mountain and left directly.

Just when Lin Pingzhi was about to go to Mount Heng.

He turned back.

I saw a big monk behind him.

Lin Pingzhi was stunned for a moment.

How could there be a great monk in Mount Heng?

He quickly realized that this great monk should be Yilin's own father, Monk Bujie.

Monk Bujie looked at Lin Pingzhi with disdain in his eyes.

"Unexpectedly, the dignified disciple of Huashan would call Tian Boguang brother and brother." Monk Bujie said contemptuously, "It seems that this so-called decent person from a famous family is nothing more than that, nothing more than that."

Lin Pingzhi didn't expect Monk Bujie to have such a bad first impression of him.

"Master, that's not what you said." Lin Pingzhi retorted, "What is the righteous way, and what is the evil way?"

Monk Bujie thought for a while.

But soon got impatient.

"What is the righteous way, what is the evil way, the great monk doesn't understand, the monk wants to find his daughter." Bujie waved his big hand and muttered directly.

Lin Pingzhi put the Weeping Blood Sword back into its sheath, holding the sword and looking at Monk Bujie, his eyes were full of amusement.

Monk Bujie saw Lin Pingzhi looking at him like this.

Suddenly angry.

"Look at what kind of eyes I have! Beg to be beaten!" Monk Bujie charged directly at Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi's Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm directly faces the Bujie Monk's palm.

"Ah!"

Both took a few steps back.

Lin Pingzhi withdrew his palm, he felt some pain in his palm.

In the original book, Monk Bujie used two internal forces to suppress the six internal forces of the Six Immortals of Peach Valley.

Ping Yizhi said that Monk Bujie is much better than the Six Immortals of Peach Valley.

Now it seems that it is.

Monk Bujie rubbed his palms.

Seeing that Lin Pingzhi was young, he wanted to teach him a lesson.

Unexpectedly, he was a little caught off guard by the palm facing each other.

"You are not the martial arts of the Huashan sect, are you?" Monk Bujie warned, "The Huashan sect has no palm skills at all!"

Lin Pingzhi put his palms behind his back and clenched his fists, trying to relieve the pain in his palms.

"Who said that I, a disciple of Huashan, can't use palms?" Lin Pingzhi smiled, "You don't even use a pestle as a monk!"

Monk Bujie touched his head and looked at Lin Pingzhi as if suddenly enlightened.

"Hey, you're right." Monk Bujie smiled, "Come again."

Lin Pingzhi carried the sword on his back, and made a gesture of starting.

"Come on, I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

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"drink!"

Lin Pingzhi clenched his fist, and threw a Fumoshen Fist at Monk Bujie.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi punching towards him, Monk Bujie showed joy in his eyes.

"Kakkaka."

The non-restraining monk clenched his fists and his knuckles kept ringing.

"Good come!"

"boom!"

The two punched with both fists.

There was a stalemate for a while.

Monk Bujie blasted his internal energy directly into Lin Pingzhi's body.