Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

She frowned and glanced at Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu grabbed Yilin's hand, wanted to shout but couldn't.

Wan Yanping leaned close to Xiao Wu's ear and said something softly.

Xiao Wu then nodded with tears in her eyes.

Fortunately, all eyes in the arena were on Lin Pingzhi.

Otherwise, Xiao Wu and the others' expressions would definitely be seen as suspicious.

Fang Sheng looked directly at Lin Pingzhi at this time, and asked, "Who are you? Why do you know my Shaolin Dragon Capturing Kungfu and Dali Duan's Yiyang Finger!"

He really can't think of it.

How did Lin Pingzhi learn it?

It is impossible for Shaolin inner disciples to learn Shaolin Dragon Capture Kung Fu.

As for the Yiyang finger, it does not belong to the Duan family, so it cannot be learned.

Lin Pingzhi looked at Fang Sheng indifferently, he didn't want to entangle Fang Sheng with these matters.

"No comment!"

Facing Lin Pingzhi's indifference.

Anger appeared in Fang Sheng's eyes.

"evil creature!"

He roared and continued to attack Lin Pingzhi.

This time, he used the powerful vajra palm.

Lin Pingzhi's eyes became serious.

He compared it in his mind.

Compared with Xuan Ci's, Fang Sheng's Vigorous Vajra Palm seems to be much less powerful.

Lin Pingzhi didn't use the Lengyue Ghost Saber.

He used the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu, and the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm in his left palm directly faced Fang Sheng's palm.

Fang Sheng had confidence in his eyes.

The palm strength of the Dali Vajra Palm is astonishing, he does not believe that this junior in front of him can follow.

"Ah!"

Two palms meet.

There was a loud noise like gold and iron.

Astonishment flashed in Fang Sheng's eyes, he took several steps back again and again, the blood in his body surged.

Lin Pingzhi didn't take a step back.

Compared with Fang Sheng's martial arts, his martial arts is only stronger than weaker.

Fang Sheng's retreat is considered a defeat.

Lin Pingzhi took advantage of the victory to pursue, and with a little step, Leng Yue Ghost Saber directly slashed at Fang Sheng.

This time, he used the eight-door golden lock knife.

The dark blade cut towards Fang Sheng's chest.

Fang Sheng quickly took off the prayer beads around his neck and used them as weapons.

Trying to block Lin Pingzhi's Leng Yue Ghost Saber.

"Crack!"

The Buddhist beads were cut off directly, and each one fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Sheng retreated hastily, shouting again and again.

"Benefactor, poor monk admit defeat! Admit defeat!"

Lin Pingzhi ignored it.

Live or die.

In fact, it’s okay to admit defeat?

What's more, Shaolin monks, how many good products can they have?

The Leng Yue Ghost Saber slashed at Fang Sheng's neck.

Fang Sheng showed a look of horror.

He didn't expect that he would be here.

Just when Leng Yue Ghost Saber was about to slash Fang Sheng's neck.

Sword light flashed.