Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

"Huh?" Lin Pingzhi looked at Ye Zhiqiu in surprise.

Unexpectedly, he also comprehended some Feng Qingyang's artistic conception of swordsmanship.

It's just that his path has gone astray, and he has become a little bit obsessed.

But Lin Pingzhi was too lazy to care about him.

"Whatever you say!" Lin Pingzhi yelled.

"Roar--"

With the twenty-eight palms of Jianglong, a golden dragon roared towards Ye Zhiqiu's magic sword.

Ye Zhiqiu also had black air in his eyes.

"go with!"

Following Ye Zhiqiu's order, all the magic swords in front of him rushed towards Lin Pingzhi.

"boom--"

The twenty-eight palms of Jianglong collided with the magic sword, and a violent roar erupted.

It's just that Ye Zhiqiu and Lin Pingzhi are not doing well.

"hateful!"

Ye Zhiqiu felt resentful in his heart, he didn't expect that even the magic sword he used had no effect on Lin Pingzhi.

"Ye Zhiqiu, let me see what skills you have!"

Lin Pingzhi's voice fell.

He touched the back of his waist with his hand, and a throwing knife shot out.

It was Xiao Li Feidao.

In an instant, the world was dark.

In the eyes of everyone, there is only this meteorite flying knife emitting a cold light.

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were also attracted.

He knew it was coming towards him, but he couldn't let it go.

There was a "poof".

Ye Zhiqiu only felt a pain in his body.

Xiao Li Fei Dao shot through his shoulder.

Lin Pingzhi did not choose to take Ye Zhiqiu's life.

Because the task said, as long as he taught him a good lesson.

Ye Zhiqiu's right shoulder was bleeding continuously.

He was trembling all over, his face full of unwillingness.

He didn't expect this failure to come so suddenly.

"Ye Zhiqiu." Lin Pingzhi said, "Do you understand now? It's not that if you don't let me go, I can't go. It all depends on whether I want to go or not."

Lin Pingzhi approached Ye Zhiqiu step by step.

Ye Zhiqiu trembled uncontrollably with the Guluan sword in his hand.

There was some fear in his heart.

Just as Lin Pingzhi was approaching, he kicked his foot.

Lin Pingzhi suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

With a "poof", a small crossbow bolt was stuck on Lin Pingzhi's shoulder.

Soon Lin Pingzhi suddenly found that his internal energy could not function properly.

Ye Zhiqiu stood up tremblingly, and a steel thorn appeared in his other shoe.

"Go to hell."

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were full of madness.

He raised his foot and stabbed at Lin Pingzhi's throat.

Lin Pingzhi felt desperate all of a sudden.

He didn't expect that Ye Zhiqiu actually hid a hidden weapon, a machine crossbow and a steel thorn in his shoes.

What to do now.

"stop!"

Li Yutang appeared in time.

His knife handle blocked Ye Zhiqiu's leg.

Otherwise, with this kick, Lin Pingzhi would definitely be killed on the spot.