Chapter 35 Night Fighting Temple

Looking at the serious An Bochen, the boy in the temple was stunned, then laughed loudly, leaning forward and backward, and the previous solemn and mysterious atmosphere disappeared.

"Why, you, a little servant, still want to use a knife and a gun against me?"

Mr. Li looked at An Bochen and said with a sneer.

"There are only fox fairies and our princes in this temple, and there is no room for idle people, let alone you are a cheap slave. Get out of here!"

Bbea slave...

In the past, if he was called a cheap slave, An Bochen would definitely swallow his anger and say no words. However, today is different from the past. Although he doesn't know how amazing the changes happened to him, since the death of the prince, in the past ten days, An Bochen's mood has advanced by leaps and bounds. On the surface, he still looks like an honest little servant, but the unwillingness and unyielding hidden in his bones are growing rapidly.

He embarked on the road of practice in order to control his own fate. He was limited by his birth and started from the end. But in the young man's dream, who didn't want to achieve the name of a hero like in the play, even this little servant who no one despised secretly fantasized.

He glanced at the princes and brothers in brocade and fans inch by inch. The temple was dark, and the firelight swayed. In a trance, An Bochen only felt that they had become a roadblock, crawling on their own way forward, with their teeth and claws, and their faces were ferocious.

Fortunately, there is still a long stick in An Bochen's hand.

Practicing the gunway, he never left his hand for seven days and night. At present, he grabbed the long stick that bolted the door, and then looked at the group of sarcastic brothers. An extremely wonderful feeling came from the bottom of An Bochen's heart. The long stick was in his hand. Even in the face of the sons of the princes and nobles of a temple, he was not afraid.

Stepping on the moonlight and clenching the long stick, a trace of fire flashed in An Bochen's eyes, but like a divine help, he first realized the truth of "people borrowing guns" at this moment. Although it is the most shallow truth in gunmanship, he has just practiced seven days of gunmanship, which has nothing to do with his diligent practice of shooting guns 5,000 times a night.

"Quiet! Don't disturb Lord Fox Fairy!"

Seeing that Li Lin turned back and scolded the group of princes, An Bochen frowned slightly.

Fox fairy?

In an instant, An Bochen pressed his doubts. At this time, he just wanted to ask the red girl.

"An Bochen, do you really want to toast without penalty wine?"

Looking at An Bochen standing with a stick, a trace of strange flashed in Li Lin's eyes. Gradually, a playful look appeared on the corners of his mouth.

Unlike most of the princes in Liujing, Li Lin is a relatively ambitious alien. He has been practicing Taoist skills since he was a child and is good at double mace. He can clearly feel the momentum of An Bochen. Although it is insignificant, in this corner of Liujing, most of the princes and marquis' children are walking horses and dogs, playing and having fun. There are few people who practice with no intention. Like the little servant on the opposite side, there are very few people who have a very different temperament in their hands.

Therefore, even if An Bochen's cultivation is low, he still provokes Li Lin's interest and only feels a little itchy.

The ink-colored copper mace slipped from the sleeves. Li Lin took a step forward, looked up and down at An Bochen, and said for a long time.

"It seems that Brother An is favored by Mr. Li and has also practiced shooting. You can go there if you want to, as long as you can defeat me... Don't worry, I'll only give you one.

When the voice fell, An Bochen did not speak, but the four fingers wrapped around the end of the stick were tighter.

At the moment when Li Lin opened his mouth, An Bochen felt that he seemed to have changed. The frivolous temperament of the prince swept away, but there was an inexplicable breath, which pressed him, which made him very uncomfortable.

An Bochen didn't know that it was the fighting spirit mentioned in the play, but he vaguely felt that if he dragged on like this, he would be timid in the end. I'm afraid he couldn't even lift the wooden stick.

Gritting his teeth, An Bochen no longer hesitated, raised the wooden stick, and slowly turned his right hand.

The next moment, An Bochen shouted in a low voice, and the stick was straight, connected to the line, and suddenly stepped forward. The stick pointed three feet like a viper, and went straight to Li Lin.

At the beginning, Li Lin still looked indifferent, but the shot was stabbed out, like a poisonous snake coming out of the hole, and the round tip of the stick went straight to his Zhongdantian, without any twists and turns. Li Lin was alert.

Although this thorn is rough, it can't be completed without tens of thousands of times of hammering. Tens of thousands of shots, only practice this move, even if you can't be deeply understanding the essence of the inside, you can practice this sting well.

He looked at An Bochen in a slight surprise. Although he was alert, Li Lin didn't pay much attention to it.

His cultivation is obviously much higher than that of An Bochen, and he has practiced the Li family's 18-way mace since he was a child. How could he be afraid of this thorn made by An Bochen with a wooden stick? At present, he played a mace and faced the wooden stick.

Seeing that this thorn was about to be stopped by the copper mace, An Bochen knew that the wood was no match for copper, not to mention that his cultivation was only seven years. If the two collided, he would definitely end up seriously injured.

In just a moment, An Bochen knew what would happen next, but at this moment, how could he be willing?

No, you must avoid Li Lin's mace!

The scalp was numb, and every pore in his body tightened. An Bochen took a deep breath and tried his best to turn around the gun.

But his thorn is a must-have move. He has never learned how to take it back, let alone take it around the curve.

The gun is old, and the stick is about to collide, and Li Lin's face has a thick color.

At this moment, he saw a sudden trace of joy on the face of the teenager opposite him, and the fire in his eyes suddenly flared, exhaled and shouted.

"Wo!"

With the loud shouting, the wooden stick actually drew a strange arc and bypassed the bronze mace. Then the gun did not diminish and suddenly drilled out and hit Li Lin's chest!

"Papa..."

Li Lin retreated repeatedly, his face was stunned, and the copper mace in his hand fell to the ground without even notice.

"Ten years of vitality..."

Covering the place where his chest was pricked by the tip of the stick, a sick blush appeared on Li Lin's face and looked at An Bochen in disbelief.

He began to practice at the age of five, and it has been thirteen years so far. Although he also hangs out with those princes and brothers in the day, every night, he will lock himself in the room, endure the loneliness after the noise, practice diligently, and have not missed a day's homework, which has been practiced for 13 years and become the capital. The recognized first person in the family... Who would have thought that this humble and inconspicuous servant had ten years of vitality. Is it possible that he is a genius who has been practicing since he was three or four years old? You should know that at the age of three or four, the meridian acupoints have not yet formed a morpheme. Unless you are born with bottomless holes or those with outstanding qualifications, you can't practice at all.

The birds were silent. With Li Lin's defeat, the boys in the temple all opened their mouths and looked at the young man who closed his eyes with the stick in surprise.

An Bochen and others also know each other. He is just a servant of Mr. Li. He usually follows Mr. Li honestly and rarely says a word.

Such an ordinary teenager, with only a broken wooden stick, unexpectedly defeated Li Lin, the first son of Liujing, in one move! If it spreads out, it will definitely cause an uproar among the children of the Liujing family, and An Bochen will also be famous. Of course, it is limited to those young men who are full and have nothing to do.

The surprise of the people in the temple was that An Bochen did not see it. Even if he saw it, he had no time to think too much.

At this time, he closed his eyes, put the gun on his back, and his heart was not distracted. Only he stabbed the shot.

When the gun was old, An Bochen was anxious, but the fire had been exhausted, and even if he wanted to return the gun, he was unable to continue. At this moment, he suddenly felt that something seemed to be ready to move in the door of life. The dead horse was a living horse doctor. With a fluke, An Bochen rolled up the invisible water and rushed to the innate fire, and then something happened beyond his imagination.

Water and fire were not allowed, but the invisible water in his body was wrapped in the innate fire and rushed up. At that moment, An Bochen obviously felt that the strength between his arms suddenly increased, and his eyesight and ears were several times sharp. In his eyes, Li Lin's mace also became slow.

The water carried the fire, which was both strong and soft, which not only made An Bochen's seven-year vitality suddenly increase to ten years, but also made him avoid the bronze mace. Later, he came to the top and stabbed Li Lin's chest.

The mystery of that gun lingered in his heart. There was no fight between water and fire. On the contrary, the wonderful feeling of helping himself made An Bochen's mood stirring. It was difficult to restrain himself, but it was indescribable.

How did I do the change of soaring power at that moment...

The moonlight fell on the teenager's shoulder, soft and quiet, and his breathing gradually became lighter, and his lower abdomen was slightly undulating, which was the harbinger of the state of fetal breathing.

As long as he can enter the fetal breath and step on the fairy mansion again, under the ethereal sky of fairy clouds, looking at the mountain waterfalls and practicing shooting for three days, An Bochen is sure to firmly remember this gun, and even master the mystery of it, and his gunway can also advance rapidly.

But at this time, the golden sound came, An Bochen's eyelids trembled slightly, his heart was alert, and the extremely precious state of fetal life disappeared.

Fortunates the feeling of that shot.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the fire in his eyes jumped sharply. An Bochen quietly looked at Li Lin, who grabbed the double mace in his hand and rushed to him with rage.

In the moonlight, the young man turned his hand and picked the stick, clenched his four fingers, supported it with his index finger, and gently turned the long stick.

He took a step, like a tiger coming out of the dragonfly, and the long stick leaping out, as if a poisonous snake was drilling a hole. The momentum of water and fire gathered in his arms, applied to the wooden stick, and pounded the two copper mace straight away.

Water and fire are mixed and flowing, following the eight strange meridians, the source is endlessly rushing up, and An Bochen's gun has also become strange.

It is still a stick arm line, a simple one, but it falls in Li Lin's eyes, but it is not that simple.

The long stick seems to go straight to the middle, but it is impossible to accept. However, faintly, he couldn't help trembling to both sides. The distance of just three steps changed seven or eight times in a row, which made Li Lin's head dizzy, and the shock in his heart was wave after wave. Even if there is an 18-way maces, he doesn't know how to fight in the face of this seemingly unusual but changing shot.

He suddenly raised his head, and Li Lin stared at the green-shirted teenager close at hand. The moonlight fell, but it was blocked by the temple door. The teenager's face suddenly became dark. Except for the flash of fire in his eyes, it made him more mysterious.

"Go!"

The loud shout came out of the mouth of the young man, and the stick was like a poisonous dragon drilling into the mountain.

Two golden sounds sounded, Li Lin's arms trembled sharply, and his face was like dust.