Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

As soon as these words came out, both Fang Zheng and Kong Wen became embarrassed.

What the two said was inconsistent.

The two big monks stared with small eyes.

"Brother Kong Wen." Fang Zheng said hastily, "He wants me Shaolin Yi Jin Jing, I promise him, if it lasts fifty years, Yi Jin Jing can be passed on to him."

After hearing this, Kong Wen stepped down the steps.

"What Junior Brother Fang Zheng said is absolutely true."

He said with a smile, then looked at Lin Pingzhi.

"If the benefactor of Chonglou is willing to recite the scriptures for fifty years, he can pass on the Yi Jin Jing to you."

Lin Pingzhi gripped the Weeping Blood Ghost Blade tightly.

Lin Pingzhi had no intention of believing what these bad old men said.

"Yi Jin Jing, I don't need it."

Lin Pingzhi said coldly.

"But if you want to stop me, you have to weigh it..."

Having said this, Lin Pingzhi's eyes froze.

"Is it enough?"

With a loud roar, he slashed at Fang Zheng with the Weeping Blood Ghost Blade in his hand.

Fang Zheng was shocked.

He didn't expect that Lin Pingzhi's first target would be him.

"Humph!"

Follow him with a cold snort.

He stuck out a finger.

Straight towards Lin Pingzhi's point.

This is a great skill of Shaolin Temple.

"Vajra Fingers!"

Seeing Fang Zheng, Lin Pingzhi dared to stick out his finger.

He smiled coldly in his heart.

Do you have a strong diamond finger?

I'd like to see if your powerful vajra finger is as hard as my weeping blood ghost blade!

thought here.

The knife that Lin Pingzhi had slashed towards Fang Zheng's chest was cut back immediately.

This scene made Fang Sheng and others anxious.

"Chonglou! How dare you!"

Fang Sheng roared.

He stepped on his feet, twitched his fingers, and directly attacked Lin Pingzhi.

Kongwen, Kongzhi, and Emptiness, the three great monks did not hold back either.

They all rushed towards Lin Pingzhi.

"Chonglou! You will stay here today!"

Lin Pingzhi felt the attack of the four people.

leisurely.

The knife cutting towards Fang Zheng's finger still didn't stop.

Fang Zheng saw this, and at this moment, he took back his confidently strong Vajra Finger.

Seeing this, Lin Pingzhi focused his gaze.

"Bang bang bang!"

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Three feet in a row.

Lin Pingzhi kicked Fang Zheng's chest directly.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Fang Zheng flew upside down and flew directly into the scripture storage pavilion.

His body hit the bookcase directly, and many scriptures fell off.