Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

The sound of various weapons being unsheathed came in an endless stream.

Following Lin Pingzhi came with the troops from the four major demon forces.

The war is about to begin.

Zhang Ruoxu stepped forward.

He stood facing Lin Pingzhi.

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Lin Pingzhi looked at the old Taoist priest in front of him.

There is some sigh in my heart.

Could it be?

Is this person Zhang Sanfeng from Wudang sect?

No!

Didn't it mean that he never went down Wudang Mountain?

Why are you here now.

This is somewhat unscientific.

In the original book, aren't the people sent by Wudang the Seven Sons of Wudang?

Now the Seven Sons of Wudang are standing behind this old Taoist.

Lin Pingzhi thought that this Zhang Ruoxu was Zhang Sanfeng.

Think of Zhang Sanfeng's position in the Wudang faction.

Lin Pingzhi also felt sincere respect in his heart.

"Gong Ziyu, I have met Zhang Zhenren."

He cupped his fists towards Zhang Ruoxu.

With Zhang Sanfeng's character, even if he is a demon, he will not kill him.

Make a good first impression.

If you can't beat it, at least you can survive.

Zhang Ruoxu smiled slightly.

He looked at Lin Pingzhi with interest in his eyes.

"Unexpectedly, I haven't seen you in ten years, Gong Ziyu, you have become much more polite."

His words made Lin Pingzhi's expression under the mask suddenly change.

What the hell?

Ten years ago, he met Gong Ziyu?

This Nima?

Wouldn't that be revealing?

No, you have to be steady.

As long as he is steady and wears the mask, Zhang Ruoxu will not know that it is Lin Pingzhi, not Gong Ziyu, who is under the mask.

"Really Zhang was joking."

Lin Pingzhi said lightly.

However, Zhang Ruoxu's eyes were filled with mockery.

"I think you are joking, it's only been ten years, and you forgot who the old man is?"

He said with a sarcasm.

At least, he has not discovered that Gong Ziyu is not Gong Ziyu.

Lin Pingzhi was stunned.

Forgot who he is?

Isn't he Zhang Sanfeng?

This white hair, this fairy-like appearance.

Who is it not Zhang Sanfeng?

Lin Pingzhi was a little confused.

"May I ask, who is your Excellency?"

He stared at Zhang Ruoxu's face.

I kept thinking about it.

Among the masters of the Wudang School, apart from Zhang Sanfeng, he must be the Taoist Master Mu.