Traveling through the heavens starts from practicing swords in the palace

Chapter 82 Shaolin Fang Sheng
Everyone was shocked when they saw that he struck out as soon as he came up, and his power was astonishing.

After Yue Lingshan was restrained by the Qingcheng Sect, she couldn't help but scold her. Later, Junior Brother Qian threatened to slap her in the mouth if she spoke again, so she didn't dare to say anything more.

Seeing Lin Ping's amazing palm at this moment, Yue Lingshan was pleasantly surprised, but she didn't dare to cry out.

At the same time, she secretly felt that Mr. Lin's palm technique is naturally good, but the series of talking about dragons, Buddhas, etc. before the palm was a bit nondescript and silly.

Brother Zhao from the Qingcheng faction saw the person coming, but he was also a little apprehensive, and said in a deep voice: "What is the grudge between you and my Qingcheng faction, why did you suddenly violently hurt people?"

Lin Pingzhi said: "What grudges do I have with you Qingcheng faction... You have to ask your head, Yu Canghai and Yu Xiaozi."

Senior Brother Zhao was furious when he heard that he had insulted his master, but he still calmly asked patiently:

"Dare to ask your name? Our master has always been upright, and we are close friends with many famous sect leaders, and rarely make enemies with others."

"Do you have some misunderstandings with our Qingcheng faction?"

Lin Pingzhi was also very good at martial arts. This man didn't want to have a direct conflict immediately, so he wanted to use words to find out his details before making plans.

Before Lin Pingzhi could reply, some of the Qingcheng School disciples with vivid brains and strong associative ability had already called out: "Could this person be Lin Pingzhi from the Fuwei Escort who killed Senior Brother Yu?"

"Yes, it must be him. This wretched appearance is exactly the same as the description, and there is absolutely no mistake!"

When he said this, all the disciples of the Qingcheng School recognized Lin Pingzhi, they all stepped forward a few steps and surrounded him as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Seeing that Lin Pingzhi was recognized, Yue Lingshan knew about the grievances between the Lin family and the Qingcheng faction, and even saw Lin Pingzhi kill the disciples of the Qingcheng faction, so she couldn't help but sweat.

Senior Brother Zhao was originally a calm person, so he couldn't help but excitedly said at this moment: "So you are Lin Pingzhi... We ran into you today, so I won't allow you to leave properly."

The disciple surnamed Qian from the Qingcheng School who spoke before also said:

"Hey, this little thief is very cunning, and he is best at rubbing oil on the soles of his feet. A dozen of us brothers besieged him together. Don't let him escape."

Seeing that Lin Pingzhi was so powerful in martial arts, he decided not to capture Lin Pingzhi alone at this time.

Lin Pingzhi didn't bother to talk nonsense with them, Chengying's sword was out of its sheath, and it pointed at the sky, buzzing.

Naturally, these Qingcheng sect disciples had heard about Lin Pingzhi's deeds, and knew that his sword skills were amazing.

So the dozen or so people were all in the same mind, wanting to besiege him together so that he could not use his sword skills calmly.

No matter how good his sword skills are, how could he be able to deal with the chaotic swords of a dozen swordsmen by himself?
But Lin Pingzhi can.

He moved very quickly, and happened to be in front of Junior Brother Qian, and said, "Based on you stinky fish and rotten shrimps, Dad doesn't need to smear the soles of his feet with oil."

That Junior Brother Qian was shouting to besiege Lin Pingzhi just now, but he didn't expect Lin Pingzhi to come in front of him in a flash.

He never expected that a person's body shape could change so quickly, he opened his mouth wide, his teeth chattering, and said, "You...are you not a human, are you a monster?"

Not only he had this kind of thought, but the rest of the people also had the same thought in their hearts: "How can a mortal body be so fast?"

Lin Pingzhi said, "It's not just a monster, it's also a monster that eats people."

He would not be merciful to these villains of the Qingcheng faction who wanted to deal with him. After speaking, the sword in his hand flicked and pierced into the heart of this disciple surnamed Qian.

When the other disciples saw Lin Pingzhi kill one of them, they were startled and angry, shouted in unison, and rushed over together.

Lin Pingzhi also fought a lot of group fights, and his courage and experience have grown a lot.

At this time, even though he was surrounded by a dozen people, he was calm and composed, relying on Wushuang body skills to dodge and move around, as if entering a land of no one.

In an instant, several Qingcheng sect disciples were stabbed to death.

Yue Lingshan and two other Huashan sect disciples were captured by the Qingcheng sect and suffered a lot.

At this time, seeing Lin Pingzhi walking around surrounded by more than a dozen Qingcheng faction, killing several people in a short time, he felt relieved.

But seeing how many people died suddenly, even though they were all from the martial arts world, they were a little shocked.

Lin Pingzhi is not a murderous maniac, but he has been here for a long time, and he knows that sometimes you will kill others if you don't kill others.

He killed Yu Canghai's son from the Qingcheng faction. This is a hatred that cannot be resolved no matter what.

Never die.

The faces of the remaining Qingcheng sect disciples were pale, their eyes were full of fear, and they had no fighting intentions.

Lin Pingzhi's sword was already covered with blood, flowing down the blade to the hilt and covering his hand holding the sword.

He paused, reached into his arms and took out the cloth, and wiped the blood on his hands and the hilt of the sword to prevent it from slipping.

Otherwise, when a generation of young heroes fly out with a long sword in a fight, it will be too hip.

The disciples of the Qingcheng School saw that he was besieged in a fierce battle and had time to wipe the blood with a handkerchief, so they dared not fight any more, raised their swords and took a few steps back, then turned around and ran away.

Lin Pingzhi smiled and said: "Let you run for a while, and I will catch up and kill you later."

There were dozens of silences in his heart, after they ran for a while, Lin Pingzhi raised his long sword, and wanted to start chasing them.

At this moment, he showed a surprised expression and stopped.

——A monk stopped in front of him, clasped his hands together, and looked at him kindly.

Lin Pingzhi's heart trembled: "When did this monk come here? Why didn't I notice it at all?"

"Looking at the monk's robe he is wearing, he should not be a monk from the South Shaolin Temple. Besides, I know most of the eminent monks from the South Shaolin Temple."

"Besides the Southern Shaolin Temple, is there any nearby temple where the monks can have such abilities?"

Lin Pingzhi took a closer look at the monk, and saw that he had kind eyes, a slight smile, and a peaceful aura exuding from his whole body, as if the Buddha statue in the portrait had stepped out.

Can't help feeling: "It's really a virtuous monk." At the same time, I thought of a person.

Lin Pingzhi cupped his fists and said, "I have admired the name of Shaolin Master Fangsheng for a long time. When I see him today, he is indeed well-deserved. The appearance of the holy monk can be seen at a glance."

This time it is not modest, he already knew that Fang Sheng of Shaolin Temple is a master of the generation of Fang Zi, and he has a compassionate heart and a very good heart.

Fang Seng said: "Young master has good eyesight, and he can tell the origin of the old monk at a glance. Amitabha, the worldly name, is not worth mentioning."

"Young master, this old man happened to pass by here, and saw your killing intent, and wanted to catch up with those people again and kill them."

"I beg you for mercy, let them go."

Lin Pingzhi said indifferently: "Master, although I admire you, this is a personal grievance between me and the Qingcheng faction, please leave it alone."

Master Fang Sheng said: "Qingcheng faction? Young master, are you really Lin Pingzhi from the Fuwei Escort?"

If other people asked such a question, Lin Pingzhi decided that he was asking it knowingly, but this Shaolin eminent monk would not pretend to be stupid, so he answered patiently:

"Exactly. Since the master knows my name, he naturally knows the grievances between our Lin family and the Qingcheng faction."

"Master wants me to spare these Qingcheng sect disciples..."

"Then can master guarantee that when the Qingcheng faction finds me in trouble in the future, you will also stand up and help me deal with Yu Guanzhu of the Qingcheng faction?"

(End of this chapter)