Could this be Ji Xiaofu, the fiancée of Wudang veteran Yin Liting? Lin Pingzhi was confused when he asked.
Zhang Wuji nodded and said: "What Wudang Lao Liu? That is the fiancée of my Uncle Yin Liu, Brother Lin... we..."
Zhang Wuji originally wanted to ask him to step forward to help, but he thought of the current situation and held back and did not speak.
Just when he was hesitating, the battle over there was also going on. The monk who was surrounded by everyone was also very skilled in martial arts. His palm skills were fast and slow, empty and real, and varied.
Although there were many people on Ji Xiaofu's side, they couldn't figure out the origin of this Bald Donkey Palm move, and they couldn't win for a while.
Lin Pingzhi, on the other hand, was dazzled by what he saw. It wasn't how advanced their martial arts were, but why this fighting scene was getting more and more out of the realm of martial arts?
In my previous life, I played a martial arts game called Nine Yin Manual. Every move in it had special effects. No matter how strong these people were, every move they made had some special effect of the internal power they had cultivated.
Just like the Emei people's long sword has a slight pink color, and at the same time, he is also thinking in his heart, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms will not really have a shadow, right? Thinking about it, it's no wonder that he can tell the moves and internal skills of that sect from the injuries he suffered.
Lin Pingzhi, who was still in the yy, suddenly heard someone shout: "Tell him with An Qingzi——!"
As the words fell, the speaker and another Taoist jumped to the left and right, followed by a hissing sound, and projectiles and flying knives continued to shoot at the bald donkey in white.
As a result, Bald Donkey, who had some advantages, suddenly couldn't resist.
And the long-bearded Taoist holding the sword shouted: "Monk Peng, we are not asking for your life. Why are you doing so desperately? You hand Bai Guishou over, and everyone disperses with a smile. Isn't it wonderful?"
Hearing this, Chang Yuchun was startled and murmured: "It turns out to be Monk Peng."
Lin Pingzhi also remembered that in the original work, around this time, people from several factions chased and intercepted Bai Guishou in order to find out the whereabouts of the dragon-slaying knife.
And this bald donkey is Peng Yingyu and Monk Peng, one of the five disciples of Mingjiao.
Because of the relationship between the Sky Eagle Sect and the Ming Sect, he came to help.
Monk Peng said in a eloquent voice: "Master Bai Altar has been seriously injured by you. I, Monk Peng, not only have a close relationship with him, but even if I don't, I will come to the rescue."
When Lin Ping read the original work in his previous life, he didn't like these self-proclaimed upright people, but he didn't expect this bald donkey to be quite righteous. Sure enough, as discussed in the forum in his previous life, most of the Mingjiao people have flamboyant personalities, but some people have psychological It's dirty, but it's normal. There are good and bad people in people's minds. It's just that the scale in everyone's heart is different.
The long-bearded Taoist shouted again: "Why don't you save him? We are not trying to hurt his life, we are just asking him to inquire about someone."
Monk Peng also sneered and shouted loudly: "If you want to ask about Xie Xun's whereabouts, go directly to Shaolin and ask."
"What does this have to do with our Shaolin Temple? This is the evil plan of the Tianying Cult demon girl Yin Susu to blame our Shaolin Temple. Who can believe this?" A gray-robed monk hurriedly said.
Needless to say, this person is from Shaolin.
When Zhang Wuji heard his late mother's name, he felt proud and sad at the same time.
Just as they were arguing, there was a sudden change over there, and a cry was heard: "Family members, get down."
When the dozens of people who were besieging heard this, they immediately fell to the ground. White light flashed in the field, and five flying knives were directed towards Monk Peng's chest.
Originally, Monk Peng could dodge the flying knife by just lowering his head or ducking to the side, but these people blocked his lower three paths without any morals and forced him to flee in confusion.
Although Lin Pingzhi knew that he would be fine, he couldn't help but feel a little sweat for him.
He is just a fan now, and he doesn't want his intervention to cause the plot to deviate, so that he can't predict it later.
He saw that Peng Baldzi's body was extremely dexterous, and he suddenly rushed upwards. Five flying knives happened to fly past his feet. Lin Pingzhi was amazed when he saw this. This must be the ladder to heaven, right? Sure enough, everyone with a name in this world has some special skills to keep the bottom of the box.
Although Peng Tuozi avoided the flying knives, the weapons of the Shaolin monk and Taoist Changxu were already attacking his legs.
Peng Baldzi was in mid-air, unable to dodge, so he could only make a dangerous move. He swung out his left palm and hit the Shaolin monk on the head with a sound. Then he deftly reached forward and grabbed it from his hand. Jie Dao dodged back, and with the help of this force, his body flew out of the attack range.
And the monk who was hit by his palm on the Tianling Cap was already dead.
The remaining people shouted angrily and chased after him. Baldy Peng stumbled and almost fell down, but he was quickly surrounded again.
Another monk in the field was as powerful as a mad tiger. He smashed his Zen staff straight up and down at Bald Peng, and kept saying: "Monk Peng, if you kill my junior brother, I will fight with you -!"
And the long-bearded Taoist shouted loudly: "Everyone, hurry up, he has been hit by my scorpion tail hook hidden weapon in his leg, and he will be poisoned and die soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Bald Peng's steps were sloppy and he was stumbling unsteadily.
As for the fool Chang Yuchun, he was about to rush into the field to save people with a big knife, but he was pulled back by Lin Pingzhi.
Seeing that he could not go to save people, Chang Yuchun felt anxious and said: "He is a big shot in my Ming Cult. I must save him. Please let me go, Brother Lin."
Lin Pingzhi also cursed this idiot in his heart. If he didn't see you becoming a general in the future, he wouldn't bother to care about him.
At the same time, Lin Pingzhi also knew that the next plot was probably that Bald Peng pretended to be dead, and then a few people went up to check, and the group was basically wiped out. Ji Xiaofu, thinking about Bald Peng's mercy just now, started an internal fight with Ding Minjun, and finally Only then did he end up being killed by the old nun.
His slogan is to save the fate of innocent supporting characters. Who knows, he himself can't bear to watch Ji Xiaofu die. At the same time, I also secretly despised myself for having to abide by the original plot just now, and now. That’s all. He finally found a reason to convince himself: "Who made Ji Xiaofu a miserable supporting role like himself?"
So he didn't hold back his hands at that moment. He held a few silver needles in his hands and pointed them at the weapons of several people.
Only a few crisp sounds were heard in the field, and the weapons of those people were instantly cut into two pieces, followed by the angry shouts of several people: "Where are the rats, hiding their heads and showing their tails, so they don't dare to come out to meet each other."
Damn it.
Damn it.
Who do you call a rat?
The person who spoke saw a blur in front of his eyes. A young man wearing a purple-red gown stood in front of him, and without saying a word, he slapped him with a loud mouth.
While smoking, he kept cursing in his mouth. Who are you calling a rat? Who are you scolding? I'll let you have hair on your mouth so you can't speak firmly, and watch me beat you to death.
damn thing.
Labor and management are kind enough to save your lives but they still don’t know the consequences.
The Taoist tried to dodge, but no matter how he tried to dodge, he would slap him.
Half of his face was swollen like a pig's head.
