Putian, Fujian.

Shaolin Temple.

The history of Southern Shaolin is relatively much shorter than the history of Northern Shaolin.

Northern Shaolin has a history of thousands of years.

And South Shaolin, but only a hundred years.

Although it is only a hundred years old.

But the word Shaolin means that it is not bad.

After ten days, Lin Pingzhi finally arrived in Putian Town.

South Shaolin is thirty-four miles west of Putian Town.

Putian Town is close to the sea and is the hometown of Mazu, and most of them make a living from fishing.

Lin Pingzhi walked into Putian Town, but saw that the town was unusually empty.

"Why is there no one? Even if it's all fishermen, it won't even be the elderly, the weak, the women and the children, right?"

Walking into Putian Town, Lin Pingzhi always felt that something was wrong.

Using the disguise technique to change himself into Su Mingyue's appearance, Lin Pingzhi walked on the avenue of Putian Town with the Weeping Blood Sword.

It's all extraordinary.

Lin Pingzhi knocked softly on the door of one of the inns.

"Hello, anyone?"

Nothing responded.

Although Lin Pingzhi was puzzled, he also turned around and left.

"In that case, let's go directly to South Shaolin. ”

His idea was to visit South Shaolin directly.

In the name of his own bright moon son.

I believe that Nan Shaolin will definitely not treat himself lightly.

With a quick pace, Lin Pingzhi rushed towards South Shaolin.

But at this moment, Lin Pingzhi suddenly heard the sound of a fight in front of him.

"Come on, you bunches of robes! I'm going to kill you all!"

A loud roar rang out.

Lin Ping's heart moved.

Woko?

The Japanese are referring to Fusang Island in the east of China.

In history, during the Ming Dynasty, the Japanese invaded China repeatedly.

If it weren't for the Qi family army led by Qi Jiguang to kill the Japanese invaders, the eastern coast of China would be a poor livelihood.

In Lin Ping's previous life, there was a shame of Fusang's invasion of China.

As a patriotic young man in the new century, Lin Pingzhi could not care about any grudges and grievances in the rivers and lakes at this time.

Even if it was a task of the system, it was thrown aside by Lin Pingzhi.

Wokos, you will die!

Lin Pingzhi's feet stepped on the dark night incense, and quickly swept towards the shouting just now.

"Huh?" Lin Pingzhi was shocked.

I saw a strong man like a brown bear killing the Japanese with a Fuso knife in hand.

He had a bearded face, but he had a ring scar on his head.

It looks somewhat similar to the non-precept monks.

However, the monk is not as strong as him.

"People from Southern Shaolin?"

Lin Pingzhi muttered.

He made a visual inspection, this monk named Yin Ergou, his martial arts are indeed ordinary.

It's powerful, but it's too clumsy.

At best, his strength is only two-tenths of Lin Pingzhi's.

Behind the Japanese stood a Japanese warrior dressed in a general's robe.

It seems to be the leader of the Wakos.

He stood there motionless and looked at the hidden dog.

At this time, Yin Ergou was already injured, he was panting, and the speed of the Zen staff in his hand was getting slower and slower.

But he was still surrounded by hundreds of pirates.

Lin Pingzhi knew that he couldn't sit idly by.

"Whoever offends me Huaxia, die!"

Lin Pingzhi roared and jumped over directly.

"Roar!"

A dragon's roar rang out.

The long-unused Dragon Descending Twenty-Eight Palms reappeared.

With just one palm, more than a dozen would-be pirates were slapped away.

When he landed, he vomited blood from his mouth and died directly.

Lin Pingzhi's appearance undoubtedly changed the situation on the battlefield.

Yin Ergou looked overjoyed when he saw the helper.

"Hahaha, there's a helper, the widow will take his life!"

Excited, the second dog smashed the head of a widow with a cane.

The Japanese did not dare to step forward for a while.

"Hahaha, come again!" said Yin Ergou excitedly.

He thought that the Wako was afraid of him.

As everyone knows, the moment Lin Pingzhi entered, he slapped more than a dozen people to death.

Immediately after that, the Weeping Blood Sword killed more than twenty people in an instant.

They were shocked by Lin Pingzhi's strength and couldn't help but be a little afraid.

"Little brother, you're pretty good!" said Yin Ergou with a smile, "I don't know what to call it." ”

Lin Pingzhi looked at the widow in front of him with a cold face.

"Su Mingyue. He took his life.

Yin Ergou was stunned for a moment.

Then he turned his head to look at Lin Pingzhi in shock.

"You are the famous Bright Moon Prince?" asked Yin Ergou.

Just when the hidden two dogs turned their heads.

A widow on his side took this opportunity to take the Fuso knife and slash directly at the head of the hidden two dogs.

Yin Ergou didn't even realize it.

Lin Pingzhi was a little speechless, how could this great monk be distracted at such a time.

"Drink!"

With Lin Ping's voice, he burst into tears.

He stretched out his palm and launched the dragon snatching skill.

The widow who originally wanted to sneak attack Yin Ergou was instantly sucked by Lin Pingzhi.

He was a little at a loss.

"Don't get distracted. ”

Lin Pingzhi reminded Yin Ergou and said.

As soon as the voice fell, there was a "click".

The widow's neck was broken.

Yin Ergou smiled and touched his head, as if he realized that if Lin Pingzhi hadn't saved him, maybe he would have died here.

"Got it, got it. He smirked.

After knowing that Lin Pingzhi was the famous Prince of Mingyue, Yin Ergou's attitude towards Lin Pingzhi also became respectful.

The remaining seventy wouldn't dare to approach.

Lin Pingzhi's previous dragon capture skill was too terrifying.

directly shocked the pirates.

At this time, the face of the leader of the Japanese who was standing at the back became extremely ugly.

"Baga!"

He yelled.

All the wakas immediately bowed their heads.

Shouting in unison, "Hey!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Lin Pingzhi's mouth.

Do you want to take it personally?

With the man's shout, all the would-be robbers stepped back.

Yin Ergou looked at the leader of the Japanese Kou, and his expression was very serious.

"Mingyue Gongzi be careful, this person's name is Fujiwara Hideya, and his martial arts are very strong. Yin Ergou reminded.

Hideya Fujiwara?

Haven't heard of it.

He only knows Fujiwara Tofu Shop and Fujiwara Takumi.

As for martial arts?

Fusang has martial arts?

They only have the so-called "swordsmanship".

Maybe they still have some skills in swordsmanship.

But without the existence of internal force, when you encounter a master, it is always a waste.

"Don't worry, it's just a piece of tofu, it's easy. Lin Pingzhi chuckled.

When Yin Ergou heard Lin Pingzhi's words, he had a lot of complaints in his heart.

Although he admits that Lin Pingzhi is better than him.

Fujiwara Hideya can be compared to a piece of tofu.

Isn't that a bit too arrogant?

At such a young age, how can you speak so arrogantly?

His reputation in the rivers and lakes is all in vain, right?

With suspicion, Yin Ergou tightened the Zen staff in his hand.

He made up his mind that if this Su Mingyue was defeated by Fujiwara Hideya.

I desperately want to save him.

In his opinion, Lin Pingzhi saved him twice.

If Lin Pingzhi is invincible, he will not help, he is really ashamed of the Buddha in his heart.

"Mingyue Gongzi be careful. Yin Ergou reminded again rigorously.

Lin Pingzhi disagreed.

In his opinion, it is easy to be a widow.

He slowly reached out and clenched his fist at Fujiwara Hideya.

Just when Fujiwara Hideya was confused.

Lin Pingzhi's fist suddenly stretched out a middle finger.

"Little cub, come here and die!" Lin Pingzhi sneered.

Although Fujiwara Hideya didn't understand what Lin Heiyuki meant, he also felt greatly ridiculed.

"Bagaya Road!"