Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Lin Pingzhi shrugged.

"It's better for you to ask first."

he said with a smile.

Dan Qingsheng next to him was full of disdain.

Know that Ding Jian's name is the word electric sword.

Dare to let Ding Jian draw his sword first?

"One-word electric sword is famous for its speed. If you don't draw your sword, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to draw it."

Disdain appeared in Dan Qingsheng's eyes.

Young people are young after all.

Too frivolous, but easy to suffer a big loss!

Lin Pingzhi didn't take Dan Qingsheng's words to heart.

"Let him draw his sword first, otherwise he won't even have the chance to draw his sword."

Lin Pingzhi's words still sounded infinitely rampant.

Your Emperor Lin is infinitely rampant!

Ding Jian's face didn't change.

But there was a trace of displeasure in his eyes.

he thought.

I have been retired for a long time.

People in the Jianghu have all forgotten his name of Yizi Dianjian.

This time, let this brat know what it means to be tall and thick.

A sword intent emanated from Ding Jian's body.

The sword intent is sharp and the speed is like electricity.

"Young man, there is a price to pay for talking."

he said softly.

The hand is already on the hilt of the sword.

Xiang Wentian and Ren Yingying had stopped breathing at this moment.

They were very worried that Lin Pingzhi would be defeated.

Only Ning Zhong who has seen it with his own eyes, Lin Pingzhi and Ximen Chuuxue, knows.

To win Ding Jian, Lin Pingzhi could easily do it.

"The price? What price? Ridiculous!"

Lin Pingzhi dismissed it.

If Ding Jian could make him pay the price, he would have died long ago.

Ding Jian was ashamed and angry.

"Clang" sounded.

Ding Jian drew his sword!

However, his sword...

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The sword was only half drawn.

It has stopped.

Ding Jian's eyes showed horror.

He couldn't pull out the sword.

Because, his Adam's apple was already touching the sword.

"Grumble" sounded.

He swallowed.

When the Adam's apple slides.

You can even feel the hairs running across the blade.

The sharp chill made Ding Jian dare not move.

He lost.

Completely defeated.

Defeated by the fast sword he was proud of.