Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

The townspeople in Putian Town have already heard the movement.

But they dare not go out to see.

Having just survived from the Japanese pirates, what they want more is to live a little longer.

The ninjas looked at Lin Pingzhi resentfully.

All this was too unbelievable in their eyes.

One killed a hundred and eighty people.

And the man is so young.

in their cognition.

Even Liu Shengmingyue, their romantic leader, couldn't do this.

One person is against one hundred and eighty people, and none of them are weak in martial arts.

If he is not killed by one hundred and eighty people, he will die of exhaustion and exhaustion!

Lin Pingzhi naturally didn't know what these ninjas were thinking.

If he knew, he would definitely laugh at it.

The mere Fusang Japanese pirates don't even have internal strength.

Dare to think of a dozen one hundred and eighty?

Just now, when Lin Pingzhi killed the one hundred and eighty monks, his internal strength was almost exhausted several times.

Fortunately, there is Beiming Divine Art, which can absorb internal energy in time.

While increasing the total amount of his own internal energy, it also increased his new internal energy.

It is enough to drag several great magic skills into his body to generate new internal power.

However, Lin Pingzhi also got hit several times in the scuffle.

Fortunately, there is Beiming Zhenqi to protect the body.

He suffered no internal injuries.

It's just that the place hit by the stick is a little bruised.

Holding the Lengyue Ghost Saber, Lin Pingzhi walked slowly to the side of the ninjas.

There are actually not many ninjas.

Only fifty or so.

However, the pedantic Shaolin Temple died [-] people in order to protect the [-] or so Japanese pirates who harmed the Han people.

I believe Xuannan will be very angry if he knows, right?

Thinking of Xuannan's angry appearance, Lin Pingzhi felt secretly refreshed.

He didn't say a word.

Directly slashed at the head of a ninja.

Human head, landing.

Blood spurted out.

The ninjas beside him had blood spattered on their faces.

"Tonic, tonic fool!"

Some ninjas begged for mercy in broken Chinese.

Lin Pingzhi's face was cold, looking at them with blood red eyes, his lips moved slightly.

"Those who offend China, die!"

As soon as the word "death" came out.

The Lengyue Ghost Knife in Lin Pingzhi's hand started a boundless slaughter!

When he put the knife back into the sheath.

All the ninjas fell to the ground.

Walk out of the sticky pool of blood on the ground.

The clothes with the dirt-free attribute began to automatically remove the blood on the body.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the side mission: kill all the people the host wants to kill in Putian Town, and get the reward: Eight-door Golden Lock Knife."

"Ding, host 'Lin Pingzhi', learned a new martial art: Bamen Golden Lock Knife, current level: first level."

The information about the eight-door golden lock knife began to appear in Lin Pingzhi's mind.

The Bamen Golden Lock Knife was born out of the Bamen Golden Lock Formation. There are only eight moves in the sword, which also correspond to the Eight Gates.

It's simple, but powerful enough.

It is stronger than the firewood knife method and the Qimen Sancai knife.