Mistress, I am a real gentleman

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.

Either let yourself kill the Japanese pirates.

Or, even kill them together!

Although the leading monk was frightened.

But among the 180 monks there are also hot-tempered ones.

"What devil respects the building, dare to threaten our Shaolin Temple!"

"Brother, subdue him and bring him to the abbot!"

"Yes, brother, surrender him!"

All the monks shouted.

A chill flashed across Lin Pingzhi's blood-colored eyes.

Subdue me?

Just rely on you monks?

If Xuannan and the others were there, then he would not dare to go up.

Xuannan and others are not here, why are you talking so much nonsense here with only 180 monks!

Lin Pingzhi looked at them indifferently.

"die."

He spit out a word.

Then move.

His feet are flying fast.

Ling Bo's micro-steps were displayed, making the monks confused about Lin Pingzhi's movements for a while.

Leng Yue Ghost Saber made a move.

Just a knife.

The head of the head monk fell to the ground.

"Mercy Saber Technique!"

Some monks recognized Lin Pingzhi's saber technique.

It's just that the compassionate sword technique that used the back of the knife to injure people, but in Lin Pingzhi's hands has become a fake compassionate knife technique that uses the blade to kill people.

"Er Gou! Hurry up and invite Uncle Xuannan!"

A monk shouted.

Yin Ergou heard his brother calling him.

Quickly reacted.

"Oh, I'll go right now."

He was shocked by Lin Pingzhi's knife at first.

The head of 180 monks was killed like this!

He hadn't expected it.

In his eyes, the young man with blood-red eyes in front of him would definitely not be a match for his 180 senior brothers.

Now I heard my senior brother calling me to invite the first seat.

He knew that the problem was tricky.

If you don't hurry up.

More monks may die!

Although he didn't agree with Shaolin Temple's approach in his heart.

But he is a Shaolin disciple after all!

Yin Ergou has a huge body, but walks nimbly.

Even the Zen staff in his hand fell to the ground.

Just for speed.

For Yin Ergou's departure.

Lin Pingzhi didn't take it to heart.

He didn't want to kill Yin Ergou.

Because he is different from the people in Shaolin Temple he saw.

Moreover, he has self-confidence.

Before Xuannan and the others came.

Just kill them all.

"Go together!"

the monk roared.

170 Nine monks surrounded Lin Pingzhi.

A trace of disdain floated on the corner of Lin Pingzhi's mouth.

He stretched out his hand towards the monk.

The monk was instantly sucked by Lin Pingzhi.

"Capturing the Dragon!"

A monk exclaimed.

Compassionate swordsmanship, as well as the skill of catching dragons, are all their Shaolin martial arts.

Who is this self-proclaimed Demon Zunlou in front of him!

Lin Pingzhi didn't speak.

After sucking the monk over.

Directly with a light knife.

Human head, landing.

The ninjas looked at Lin Pingzhi fighting with the Shaolin monks, and there was sarcasm in their eyes.

They felt that Lin Pingzhi was beyond his control.

One person dares to face more than 100 people.

Wanting to kill them is simply Bagayalu, wishful thinking!

"Who the hell are you! Why do you know how to use compassionate swordsmanship and capture dragon skills!"

A monk asked quickly.

Their Shaolin martial arts are never passed on to the outside world.

There are many people teaching the Mercy Saber Technique, and it is normal to have a meeting.

But the dragon catching skill, which belongs to Shaolin 72 stunts, how could it be so easy to learn!

"die."

Lin Pingzhi's lips parted slightly.

Questions about Shaolin monks.

He didn't make any answer.

That's not to say he hates Buddhism.

At least, he doesn't hate Tenryuji Temple.

He just hates the superior attitude of Shaolin Temple!

As a religion introduced from the West, why should it dominate the Han people!

Since the Mercy Saber Technique and Dragon Capture Kung Fu are your Shaolin martial arts.

Then use martial arts that are not Shaolin, and kill you.

A sneer flashed across Lin Pingzhi's mouth.

"Bei Ming Divine Art!"

Lin Pingzhi grabbed a monk and directly launched the Beiming Divine Art.

The monk began to tremble all over.

His inner strength is constantly leaking out.

Some monks misunderstood Lin Pingzhi's Beiming magic.

"Everyone be careful, this is Ding Chunqiu's transformation technique!"

Lin Pingzhi didn't answer.

He was just absorbing the inner strength of that monk.

I'm going to compete with Ximen Chuuxue soon.

Inhale some internal energy to replenish yourself.

After the monk's internal energy was absorbed.

Lin Pingzhi stabbed him casually.

Under the sharp cold moon ghost knife, the monk was divided into two parts.

"Damn it! Arhat stick array! Subduing the dragon!"

Eighteen monks attacked Lin Pingzhi's upper body in unison.

"Arhat stick array! Subdue the tiger!"

Another eighteen monks attacked Lin Pingzhi's lower body in unison.

Lin Pingzhi sneered in his heart.

The mere Arhat stick formation dares to call itself subduing the dragon!

Let you see the real subduing dragon!

"Roar!"

The twenty-eight palms of Subduing Dragon were captured by Lin Pingzhi.

The eighteen monks from Shaolin Temple who were attacking his upper body with the dragon-subduing Arhat stick array were blown away by Lin Ping's palm one after another.

Most died suddenly on the spot.

Only one or two monks survived, but they were dying and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Pingzhi stepped on Lingbo micro-steps, wielding the Qimen Sancai Saber, bypassing the attack of Fuhu Arhat's stick formation, and directly slit their throats one by one.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms! Qimen Sancai Dao! Who the hell are you! Who did you learn your martial arts from!"

The martial arts performed by Lin Pingzhi, except for the Beiming Divine Art of the Xiaoyao School and Lingbo Weibu, were all recognized.

Leng Yue Ghost Knife pointed at the ground obliquely, blood dripping from the knife body towards the ground slowly.

Want to know who you learned from?

Lin Pingzhi smiled.

I tell you.

"Your mother."

Lin Pingzhi said softly.

That's right, I learned it from your mother.

A bunch of idiots!

Just talk useless words!

The expressions of the remaining monks changed.

They died as senior brothers, and now they were insulted by Lin Pingzhi with words, and they were instantly furious!

"Knot, Diamond Formation!"