Li Mochou on the side was also secretly meditating on the conversation between Lin Pingzhi and the great monk just now.
Seeing that the matter here was over and nothing could happen, Lin Pingzhi had not forgotten the instigation of the witch just now.
Then he turned around and looked at the little demon girl with a smile without saying a word. It's just that his eyes are a little frivolous.
Seeing Lin Pingzhi looking at her with frivolous eyes, she suddenly felt a hint of anger on her face, snorted coldly, picked up a hairpin and threw it over.
She had been practicing martial arts since she was a child, so she was unambiguous in her moves. The hairpin was like a bullet that shot through the air and was shot towards her.
Although Zhao Min's martial arts was not weak, he had no pressure on Lin Pingzhi now. When he saw him calmly raising his right hand, he firmly clamped the hairpin between his fingers. When he saw what was in his hand, his heart moved.
In the original work, Zhao Min didn't give Zhang Wuji a beaded flower hairpin, could it be...
Seeing him accepting her hairpin with a nonchalant expression, she was not annoyed, and just smiled: "Young Master is really good at martial arts. A person with such strong martial arts skills like him will definitely not be as experienced as a little girl like me, right? "
What a difficult witch.
Lin Pingzhi smiled bitterly. This witch clearly wanted to kill him, but why... did he like it?
However, he changed the topic, looked at Zhao Min and said with a smile, "I have long heard that Princess Shao Min is very articulate, and it is true when I see her today. However, the princess is not a little girl, she should be called a little witch." However, the princess is so personal. Is the gift given to me a token of love for me?
After speaking, he deliberately picked up the pearl flower hairpin and sniffed it in front of his nose, with a look of intoxication on his face.
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the inn suddenly became tense. Zhao Min also didn't expect that the man in front of him would be so sharp with his words and his actions would be so frivolous.
Hearing Lin Pingzhi call Zhao Min a witch, Hua Zheng couldn't help but laugh. Seeing Lin Pingzhi sniffing the hairpin, she leaned over and whispered in Zhao Min's ear. While speaking, she signaled Lin Ping with her eyes. Looking in the direction, Zhao Min, who was already looking bad, was teased by his aunt again, and his pretty face suddenly turned cold.
Hong Qigong and others on the side also laughed and watched the quarrel between Lin Pingzhi and the Mongolian princess, and were filled with emotions in their hearts.
Zhao Min, who was furious, ordered to his men.
"Come on... Come on, let me shoot him with arrows."
After hearing this, the guards did not hesitate at all, and they strung the string and drew the bow in one go.
Suddenly, a hail of arrows shot towards Lin Pingzhi and the others in the inn.
...
Just when the arrows in the sky were still a few feet away from them, they heard a dragon roar. It was Hong Qigong who took action, and he saw that Hong Qigong's palm was sonorous and powerful, and his internal energy was like long golden dragons tumbling and dancing in the inn. In an instant, the rain of arrows that came from them was frozen in the air and could no longer be stopped. Advance even a cent.
Then he claps his hands, and the bows and arrows frozen in the air suddenly turn into powder and fall to the ground.
Could this move be the dragon wagging its tail?
Lin Pingzhi was thinking in his heart, these Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are so handsome... How could he be deceived... Anyway, he is very fond of this martial arts... Nothing else to say , this move alone is so handsome.
Seeing that the arrow rain was easily resolved, Zhao Min's face condensed. She did not expect that Hong Qigong's skills were so profound.
"It's not polite to come but not go."
"Swish, swish, swish..." As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Pingzhi flicked his fingers, and a few sword energy flicked towards the archers. Seeing this, all the Mongolian guards turned pale with fright, and with a muffled groan, those bows and arrows The hands fell to the ground. He killed a dozen guards in one move.
On the side, Xuan Ming and A Da were not in a hurry to rescue them. From the time when the bows and arrows were fired at Lin Pingzhi and others to when Lin Pingzhi flicked his sword with his sword, it only took a few breaths.
In addition, Lin Pingzhi's sword energy was too fast. Even if he wanted to save them, he could not save them in time and could only watch these guards become dead souls.
Ah Da, Ah Er and Ah San hurriedly ran towards Zhao Min and Hua Zheng. The other guards also reacted and drew their weapons to guard Zhao Min and Hua Zheng in the middle.
The two elders Xuan Ming roared angrily, and the two of them joined forces to attack Lin Pingzhi, using dozens of moves in an instant. Lin Pingzhi was able to fight one against two with ease, and even glanced at Zhao Min from time to time. Zhao Min's face was filled with anger. It's also red and white.
Where in her life has she ever suffered such grievances?
"Come on... come on, all of you, come on." Ah Da, Ah Er, Ah San hesitated a little and joined the battle group. They were the slaves of the Ruyang Palace, so naturally they did not dare to resist the order.
Soon something depressing happened to them. After just a dozen moves, Ada Dongfang Baiben was captured by Hong Qigong.
Hong Qigong didn't think about it at first, but Ah Da was also famous for his swordsmanship. The more Hong Qigong looked at him, the more familiar he looked, so he took action to capture this person. It turned out that he was indeed an old acquaintance.
Seeing that this former subordinate has now become a lackey of the Mongols, I can't help but feel angry.
Ah Er and Ah San are also very skilled. They come from the Vajra Sect of the Western Region. They use the Powerful Vajra Palm and Powerful Vajra Fingers like fire and pure love. The two of them have martial arts skills, most of which are in their hands. Their hands are as solid as rocks. Who would have thought that they would be defeated by Lin Ping? He was defeated steadily by this weird finger sword, and his palm was almost pierced several times.
The two of them ignored the pain in their palms and continued to attack.
Although the Xuanming Divine Palm is exquisite, their palm power is far from reaching its peak. If Taoist Baishu were here today, Lin Pingzhi would still be afraid of three points. Although the palm power of the two has not been perfected, But the two of them are good at combined attacks, and the palm power of this combined attack is close to that of a Baishu Taoist.
Master Yideng and the others obviously had no intention of taking action. They were seniors in the martial arts world. If Lin Pingzhi was defeated, they might come to the rescue. However, seeing that Lin Pingzhi was fighting one against four and not falling behind at all, they also wanted to Look at what level this junior's martial arts has reached.
Li Mochou on the side wanted to help, holding a few ice soul silver needles in his hands, but was stopped by Lin Pingzhi's eyes. Although he was a little annoyed with this little witch, he didn't want to offend him too much, just in case something happened to Yitian later. What to do if it collapses? He planned to save the little witch when she went to Wudang, and also canceled the engagement between Yin Liting and Ji Xiaofu.
Otherwise, the few people Zhao Min brought with him would not be enough for Lin Pingzhi to fight.
It seems that it is true what the masters who have joined the past life forum said. The people written by Mr. Jin Yong also have lower combat power as the dynasties go up. The strength of the two elders of Xuan Ming is obviously higher than that of Ding Dian.
Sure enough, the great god will not deceive me.
Soon the two elders Xuan Ming jumped out of the standing circle and shouted, and they saw Ah Er and Ah San also quickly leaving the standing circle. With the two elders Xuan Ming as the center, the cold air began to condense on their palms, and they followed it in a few breaths. From the palm of his hand, a white cold gas spurted towards Lin Pingzhi.
Damn it.
What the hell is this.
Lin Pingzhi did not dare to be careless. He had seen the palm power of Taoist Baishu. His palm power was like sea water rushing towards his face, but the palm power of Xuanming and Ming elders was more like a condensed and compressed high-pressure water gun. The power was It cannot be underestimated either.
Sure enough, he is not a person who has gained fame in vain.
