Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Lin Pingzhi's golden bell-covered iron shirt and Beiming Zhenqi directly blocked Yang Buhui's sword.

Xiao Zhao panicked.

"Son, are you alright!"

She hurriedly wanted to break free from Lin Pingzhi's embrace, and checked Lin Pingzhi's injuries.

But Lin Pingzhi did not let go.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

He smiled slightly.

Yang Buhui's sword is not a precious sword.

And the inner strength is extremely thin.

Even his Beiming True Qi was barely broken.

None of the clothes were torn.

Seeing that her sword could not pierce Lin Pingzhi, Yang Buhui froze in place.

"how is this possible……"

She was a little stunned.

This Gong Ziyu is a man or a ghost.

Why can't the sword pierce through?

Lin Pingzhi let go of Xiao Zhao.

He turned around slowly and looked at Yang Buhui.

"Why is it impossible?"

Lin Pingzhi's words were very cold.

He is not afraid of Yang Buhui's sword.

But Xiao Zhao couldn't stop it.

If it hurts Xiao Zhao.

He was too late to regret it.

"If you are so unruly and self-willed, and don't take human life seriously, I will teach you a lesson!"

Lin Pingzhi's figure flashed.

Appeared directly beside Yang Buhui.

There was a "clang".

His fingertips flicked on Yang Buhui's long sword.

The long sword broke with a "click".

Yang Buhui didn't have time to react.

They found her whole body lying on Lin Pingzhi's lap.

"Snapped!"

At the same time as the sound rang.

Yang Buhui felt a pain.

"Let you be savage!"

"Snapped!"

"Let you be willful!"

"Snapped!"

"Let you draw the sword!"

"Snapped!"

"..."

Every time Lin Pingzhi said a word.

Then hit Yang Buhui.

Yang Buhui let out a howling sound in pain.

Since she was a child, it was the first time she received such treatment.

"Stop hitting, it hurts, stop hitting..."

Yang Buhui kept howling.

Lin Pingzhi turned a deaf ear.

This time, he wants to subdue Yang Buhui.