Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Seeing that the monk had misunderstood, Yin Ergou hurriedly shouted.

"It's not Senior Brother. Look at that person, is he not a good person?"

He pointed in the direction where Lin Pingzhi came, feeling a little puzzled.

The monk looked towards Lin Pingzhi.

At this moment, Lin Pingzhi's eyes were blood red, his expression was cold and full of killing intent.

Especially the Lengyue Ghost Saber in his hand, the monk was surprised when he saw it.

He knows that the visitor is not good!

"Shaolin disciples, form an Arhat stick formation!"

The monk shouted loudly.

Arhat stick array, with the eighteen Arhats as the benchmark.

At least eighteen people are required to perform it.

can be incremented.

The highest level can be performed by one hundred and eighty Shaolin monks at the same time.

To deal with a group of enemies, the Arhat stick formation of [-] Shaolin monks can break through a thousand people!

With a loud shout from the monk.

Other monks from Shaolin Temple responded one after another.

"Yes! Formation!"

One hundred and eighty Shaolin monks put down their Arhat sticks one after another.

They waited for Lin Pingzhi to approach.

"Ergou, look at those Japanese pirates!" the monk shouted.

Yin Ergou was stunned for a moment, then stepped back.

He didn't understand why the seniors didn't kill the Japanese pirates, but instead used the Arhat array to deal with their own people.

That man is obviously not a Japanese pirate, and his sword is not a Fusang sword.

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Lin Pingzhi looked at the monks from Shaolin Temple who had laid down their positions.

A smile curled up on his lips.

Behind them is Putian Town.

Above their heads, the sign of Putian Town hangs high.

Fuso ninjas are protected by them.

Shaolin Temple does not kill Japanese pirates.

Instead, protect the pirates?

What's the point of this?

Lin Pingzhi moved forward slowly.

The leading monk quickly called Lin Pingzhi to stop.

"Stop! Who are you and what are you going to do!"

Lin Pingzhi stared at him with blood red eyes.

"The devil respects the building and kills the pirates."

The monk's scalp was numb from Lin Pingzhi's blood-colored eyes.

He forced himself to shout: "This young man, these Japanese pirates, we have to take them to Shaolin Temple, we can't leave them to you to kill."

Lin Pingzhi smiled.

Shaolin Temple?

Will kill?

Shaolin Temple wanted to keep its reputation of being compassionate.

Absolutely will not do anything to them.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi laughing, the monk couldn't help being a little terrified.

"Why are you laughing?" He suppressed the fear in his heart and asked.

Lin Pingzhi slowly raised the Leng Yue Ghost Saber.

The direction of the blade is the monks of Shaolin Temple.

"Get out of the way, otherwise, die."

The faint five words gave the monks two choices.