"Who?"

"Who?"

The sudden sound seemed to sound in their ears, and the two Qingcheng disciples couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly looked at the source of the sound, only to see a person walking out of the shade not far away, wearing a green shirt and a black cloth covering his face, walking towards them leisurely. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You are so daring, my master can also be arrogant!!" Only then did the two Qingcheng disciples react, and the other party clearly scolded their master, and one of them was instantly furious, and he was about to rush over.

Another Qingcheng disciple blocked him with a wave of his hand, and said to Lin Pingdao, who was still approaching: "Who is Your Excellency, why did you hide your head and show your tail, and actually insulted the head of my family, the Qingcheng faction is not easy to bully." ”

It seems that the people of the Qingcheng faction are not all stupid and incurable. Lin Pingzhi looked at the Qingcheng disciple in a little surprise, stopped a few feet away from the two of them, and then lowered his voice, pretending to be an old man and said: "I'm also the one who is lucky and what is the dart game, come here, of course, it's also a gift." ”

The two disciples of the Qingcheng faction were very angry, the other party made it clear that they didn't want to expose their identities, and what was wrong, but they also said that they were the people of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, and they were so clumsy, it was really too deceitful, and people who didn't know thought that their famous disciples were not as good as the darts, and they also gave gifts, and found faults.

The disciple at the head held back, glared at the other disciple, and signaled him not to act rashly, he saw that Lin Pingzhi was very supportive, but in the middle of the walk, the flaws were not revealed at all, it was difficult to say that it was a bluff, such a posture was only seen in Yu Canghai, and he was shocked and uncertain, and he did not dare to act rashly.

"Since the seniors gave gifts, we are about to go up the mountain, if we are with us, I believe the master must be extremely happy. The Qingcheng disciple led by him said earnestly.

......Lin Pingzhi smiled weirdly, and said: "This is not necessary, I haven't thought about it before I came, just now I watched the two of you play with those darts, and I felt it, thinking of what a hero Yu Guan Lord is, I can't help but chant a poem, and that one you have also heard is: Qingcheng...... Sea...... Midget...... Chicken intestines. ”

"Such a stormy, crying ghosts and gods of the poem, if I alone appreciation, will not be violent to the heavens, the two young heroes and I read together, and later to the pine wind concept to read it and send it to the Yu Guan Lord, and finally this poem is mounted in front of the mountain gate, so that the world can look up to the Yu Guan Lord's ....... ”

Every time Lin Pingzhi said a word, it made the two Qingcheng disciples angry, and a series of them had already made them have seven tricks of smoke.

Finally, a Qingcheng disciple couldn't help it, shouted loudly, drew his sword, and attacked Lin Pingzhi, the other disciple couldn't stop it, seeing that the junior disciple was reckless attacking, he had to wait for the opportunity to move.

Although the Qingcheng disciple was angry, he was not out of order, he raised his sword and slashed indiscriminately, and as soon as he made a move, he was the master of the 'Songfeng Sword Technique', and the long sword point was full of fierce energy, and it hit several key points of Lin Pingzhi from top to bottom.

This swordsmanship is strong and light, and it is both, focusing on the strength of the pine and the lightness of the wind.

"But there is nothing, there is no merit and no way to move forward!" Lin Pingzhi didn't make any moves at all, just stood up and watched the other party do something.

Another Qingcheng Sect disciple knew he was going to suffer when he saw his junior disciple's move, but to his bewilderment and delight, the masked man didn't make the slightest move in the face of the approaching sword move.

The Qingcheng disciple who came out of the sword saw that there was no movement in the slightest, and he would soon be able to pierce the other party with a sword, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

He didn't know that at this time, his flaws were the biggest, and he could almost be said to be full of flaws.

Lin Pingzhi waved his hand like the wind, his left hand quickly held the hilt of the sword, the sword was not out of the sheath, pointed straight to the sky, and swept the sword, as if the autumn wind swept the leaves, sweeping the opponent's sword momentum, swept away, and the powerful strength swept the opponent's long sword away, straight into a big tree ten meters away.

At the same time as swinging the sword, his right hand was raised, and his hand became a knife, as fast as lightning, and a slash hit the opponent's neck, and the Qingcheng disciple fell in response.

The whole process was only in the blink of an eye, and the fallen Qingcheng disciple was estimated to be still in the joy of hitting Lin Pingzhi, while the other disciple was also puzzled and secretly happy.

That's it, it's over as soon as it begins.

After a while, another Qingcheng disciple reacted, looking at Lin Pingzhi, who had not moved a step from beginning to end, a spirit of excitement, hurriedly pulled out his sword, pointed at Lin Pingzhi, his wrist trembled, the tip of the sword trembled, obviously he was extremely scared in his heart.

Lin Pingzhi didn't make any moves, just a pair of starry eyes, looking at him fixedly, as if there was some kind of magic in them, which made his fear even stronger.

The Qingcheng disciple looked at the fallen junior brother, and then looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was looking straight at him, sweat on his forehead couldn't help but flow out, and the long sword in his hand wanted to stab him several times, but he never had the guts, which only made the long sword tremble even more.

"Ah!!" The Qingcheng disciple shouted, turned his head, ran up the mountain, ran for a while, and didn't seem to chase as he imagined, so he couldn't help but settle down slightly, and looked back and back.

Lin Pingzhi followed the other party silently a few feet away with ghostly steps, not letting the other party notice at all, holding the scabbard in one hand and touching the hilt of the sword with the other, at the moment when the other party's mind was slightly relaxed.

Draw a sword.

I'm going to kill you just because I need to.

The Qingcheng disciple turned around and responded to him with a bright purple sword light, this sword light was so brilliant that he thought it was the light of the sun, but how could the sun be purple?

However, he had no chance to find the answer, because there was no sun in the underworld.

Putting the sword into the sheath, Lin Pingzhi ignored the sword blade that was still dripping with blood, and a small stream of heat suddenly appeared in his body, which quietly circulated in his body.

After searching the body of this Qingcheng disciple, he found that there was nothing useful, turned around and walked towards another fallen Qingcheng disciple, and unexpectedly found a booklet and put it in his arms.

Lin Pingzhi was about to leave, the restless breath in his body flowed faster, and the true qi in the eight veins of the Qi Jing was constantly stirring due to this.

'The disciples of Qingcheng deserve to die, they are the ones who destroyed the Fuwei Dart Bureau, kill and kill. ’

The scene of the Fuwei Dart Bureau being wiped out by the Qingcheng faction appeared in Lin Pingzhi's heart, and his hand involuntarily rested on the hilt of the sword, as if he was about to take out the sword in the next moment and kill the other party.

Chop the confusion and draw the sword, the sword does not come out, the heart sword comes out, and the confusion is cut off.

Lin Pingzhi knew that it was not so easy to end, this breath was just dormant, and the next time it would be dangerous, he turned around and walked down the mountain, leaving only the two Qingcheng disciples who were dead and faint.