This can't be Ji Xiaofu, the fiancée of Wudang Sixth Yin Liting, right? Lin Pingzhi asked, doubting in his heart.

Zhang Wuji nodded and said, "What Wudang Sixth, that is my Sixth Uncle Yin's fiancée, Brother Lin...... We ......"

Zhang Wuji originally wanted to say that he would come forward to help, but when he thought of the current situation, he couldn't help but didn't speak.

Just when he hesitated, the battle over there was also going on, and the monk's martial arts who were besieged by everyone were also very good.

Although there were a large number of people on Ji Xiaofu's side, they couldn't figure out the way of this bald donkey's palm move, and they couldn't attack for a while.

And Lin Pingzhi was dazzled, not how profound their martial arts were, but how could this fight scene become more and more out of the category of martial arts?

Just like in my previous life, I played a martial arts game, called Jiuyin Zhenjing, and every move in it will have special effects, no matter how strong these people are, every move has some special effects of internal strength.

Just like Emei's long sword has a slight pink color, and at the same time, he is also thinking in his heart, there will really be a phantom in the eighteen palms of the dragon, right? Thinking about it, it's no wonder that it is the moves and internal strength of that sect that can be distinguished from the injuries suffered.

Lin Pingzhi, who was still not playing in YY, suddenly heard someone shouting: "Greet him with Dark Qingzi——! ”

As the words fell, the speaker and the other Taoist jumped to the left and right, followed by a sneering sound, and projectiles and throwing knives continued to shoot at the bald donkey.

As a result, the bald donkey, which originally had some advantages, suddenly couldn't resist it.

And the long-bearded Taoist with the sword shouted: "Monk Peng, we don't want your life, why are you trying your life to hand over the white turtle shou, wouldn't it be wonderful for everyone to laugh and disperse." ”

Hearing this, Chang Yuchun was taken aback and whispered, "It turned out to be Monk Peng." ”

And Lin Pingzhi also remembered that in the original book, it was probably at this time that people from several factions chased and intercepted Baigui Shouwei in order to ask about the whereabouts of the dragon slaying knife.

And this bald donkey is Peng Yingyu, one of the five scattered people of Mingjiao, Monk Peng.

Because of the origin of the Heavenly Eagle Sect and the Ming Sect, he helped.

Monk Peng said in a loud voice: "The Lord of the White Altar has been seriously injured by you, and I, Monk Peng, Mo said that he has a lot to do with him, even if he doesn't, he will come to the rescue." ”

Lin Ping didn't like these self-proclaimed famous and decent people when he read the original book in his previous life, but he didn't expect this bald donkey to be quite righteous, and sure enough, as discussed in the previous life, most of the people in Mingjiao are flamboyant, but there are also some people who are psychologically dirty, but it is normal, people's hearts, there are good and bad, but the scale in everyone's heart is different.

The long-bearded Taoist shouted again: "Why can't you save when you die? We didn't mean to kill him, we just asked him to inquire about someone. ”

Monk Peng also sneered and shouted: "If you want to ask Xie Xun's whereabouts, go directly to Shaolin to ask." ”

"What does this have to do with us in Shaolin? This is the evil plan of the Heavenly Eagle Sect Demon Maiden Yin Susu to blame my Shaolin Temple, who can believe this? A gray-robed monk hurriedly spoke.

This person doesn't need to look at it to be from Shaolin.

And Zhang Wuji heard the name of his deceased mother, and his heart was proud and sad.

Just as they were arguing, there was a shock, and only an exclamation was heard: "My family, lie down." ”

When the dozen or so people besieging heard this, they immediately fell to the ground, and the white light flashed in the field, and five flying knives went straight to Monk Peng's chest.

Originally, this monk Peng could dodge the flying knife as long as he lowered his head or dodged sideways, but these people didn't talk about virtue and directly blocked him, forcing him to flee in embarrassment.

Although Lin Pingzhi knew that he would be fine, he couldn't help but sweat for him.

He is now a melon-eating crowd, and he doesn't want to cause the plot to deviate because of his interference, so that it will be unpredictable later.

I saw that Peng Bald's body was extremely dexterous, and he rushed upward, and five flying knives happened to fly past the soles of his feet, and Lin Pingzhi was amazed to see it, this should be the ladder to the sky, right? Sure enough, everyone in this world has a little name and has the stunt of pressing the bottom of the box.

Although Peng Bald avoided the flying knife, the weapons of the Shaolin monk and the long-bearded Taoist had already split into his legs.

Peng Bald was in mid-air, unable to dodge, so he could only make dangerous moves, his left palm slapped out, and the sound of the wave hit the head of a Shaolin monk, and then he deftly leaned forward, and had snatched the ring knife in his hand, flashed backwards, and with this force, his body flew out of the attack range.

And the monk who was slapped on the cover of the heavenly spirit by him was already dead.

The rest of the men screamed and chased after him, and the bald man stumbled at his feet, almost fell, and was soon surrounded by people again.

And the other monk in the field was like a mad tiger, and the Zen staff slammed straight up and down towards Peng Baldzi, and kept saying: "Monk Peng, you killed my junior brother, I fought with you——! ”

And the long-bearded Taoist shouted loudly: "Everyone, hurry up, he has been hit by my scorpion tail hook in the leg, and he will soon be poisoned and killed." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw Peng Bald's footsteps floating, stumbling and standing unsteadily.

And this fool often meets spring, he was about to rush into the field to save people with a big knife, but he was dragged back by Lin Pingyi.

Chang Yuchun saw that he couldn't go to save people, and suddenly said: "He is a big man in my Ming Sect." I have to save him, and I ask Brother Lin to let me go. ”

Lin Pingzhi also scolded this kid in his heart, if it weren't for the fact that you would be a general in the future, he wouldn't be too lazy to care about him.

At the same time, Lin Pingzhi also knew in his heart that the next plot was probably that Peng Bald pretended to be dead, and then a few people went up to check, and the basic group was wiped out, Ji Xiaofu had an internal conflict with Ding Minjun because she remembered the mercy of Peng Bald's subordinates just now, and finally ended up being killed by the exterminated old nun.

His slogan is to save the fate of innocent supporting actors, who let him be too, he definitely can't bear to watch Ji Xiaofu die. At the same time, he secretly despises himself, and he has to abide by the original plot just now, now. That's it. After all, he found a reason to convince himself: "Who made Ji Xiaofu a miserable supporting role like himself." ”

So he didn't keep his hand at the moment, holding a few silver weapons in his hand and shooting them at a few people.

I only heard a few crisp sounds in the field, and those people's weapons were instantly cut into two, followed by the angry shouts of several people: "Where are the rats, hide their heads and show their tails and dare not come out to see each other." ”

the groove.

Nima.

Who are you called?

The man who spoke saw a flower in front of him, and a young man in a fuchsia robe stood in front of him, and without saying a word, he twitched over with a few big mouths.

While smoking, he kept scolding. Who do you scold? Who are you scolding? I'll let you have hair on your mouth and can't speak well, watch me smoke you to death.

Dog stuff.

I don't know if the labor and management are kind enough to save your life.

The man had the heart to dodge, but no matter how he dodged, he would be slapped by him.

Half of his face was swollen like a pig's head.