Chapter 172 First Battle Long Gate

(First update)

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"General An, let's say goodbye tonight. If you have time, you should come to the house more."

Li Xuan grabbed An Bochen and pretended to be an adult. He glanced at Pingzi and A Fu, coughed and said, "It would be better if you take these two brothers together."

Pingzi and A Fu only regarded Li Xuan as hospitable and thanked him repeatedly. A Fu patted Li Xuan on the shoulder enthusiastically, and saw that the big guards around him were nervous.

"Brother Li, you're welcome. I will definitely visit you next day."

An Bochen said with a smile. He was in a hurry to find the trick. Naturally, he didn't want to be entangled anymore. As soon as he wanted to say goodbye, he was called by Lizhu.

"General An, come to Ben at noon tomorrow... I, girl."

Li Xiaoguan was still calm, but Pingzi and A Fu kept winking at An Bochen and smiled secretly. Li Zhu could not see the two people's thoughts. He immediately turned his face coldly, pulled Li Xuan and turned around and left.

After Li Xuan and Li Zhu left, Li Xiaoguan couldn't help pointing to Pingzi and A Fu and scolding: "You two will make trouble! What do you say to others in a good mood..."

Pingzi and A Fu looked puzzled, and Li Xiaoguan was stopped by An Bochen if he wanted to scold again.

"Well, little official, they don't know that it's the king and the eldest princess, and they're just talking. I have something else to do. I'll go first."

After saying that, An Bochen left Pingzi and A Fu, who were stunned, and Li Xiaoguan, who shook his head repeatedly, and went straight to Zhuque Street.

The night has entered the depths, and a dark cloud floats in the southwest, covering the bright moon.

Leaving the old Tang ancient road, Anbo swam through the large and small markets in Liujing, and soon came to the slightly deserted Zhuque Street.

His eyes fell on the Yiyun Inn, and An Bochen stopped and waited.

The previous seller seemed to be honest and a little shrewd, but An Bochen knew that the middle-aged man was not simple. With such a magical trick, even the evil star that turned the sky around the rain and drought was changed away, and even took away the rain beads...

The bell rang, and a carriage came from the corner of the street. The middle-aged man driving the horse played with the blue beads with a curious face. In a blink of an eye, a white goose fell from the sky. The young man in white on the goose's back turned a somersault in mid-air and fell to the front of the car. He said something in his mouth. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the horse's neck. The galloping horse and the carriage were pressed in place by him.

The middle-aged man who drove the horse looked bitter and bowed repeatedly, "This little brother, just put it on the horse. The old man was detained in the Heavenly Palace and has nothing to do with Zai..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man surnamed Feng had reached out his hand to grab the rain beads. The middle-aged man screamed strangely and seemed to sit still, and fell off the carriage with a grunt. The teenager is like a shadow, but no matter how he presses him, the middle-aged man just fled in confusion, stuttered, and never let the teenager stick to half of his clothes.

At this moment, the cold wind came from the side, and the void under the night suddenly separated, and the flowing shadow rushed out of it.

To stop this drought, you can only rely on rainfall beads and compete with clams to make profits. How can An Bochen miss such a good opportunity?

But as soon as he appeared, he clearly saw the middle-aged man's mouth twitching gently, as if he was smiling. My heart tightened, and the vigilance when Liujing broke the situation three years ago came out again. At this moment, several thoughts flashed in An Bochen's mind and he realized it in a blink of an eye.

Today's move is by no means accidental. Middle-aged people pretend to be good, but they are extremely powerful people. It's just to attract themselves to appear.

He has been stable in Liujing for three years. In the past three years, An Bochen has been just a tiger general with courage and lack of wisdom. Although it is because of concealing his strength, An Bochen rarely plotting and fighting. Gradually, he forgot to rack his brains and scrape his stomach to survive for seven years.

Until tonight, he first met the unpredictable long-door teenager, and then found this mysterious "art seller". The thick dust buried in three years fell overnight. An Bochen's heart rotated rapidly, and his eyes became sharp.

After the rebellion was put down that year, the "evil monks" did not appear again. The only four or five remaining Tianpin monks in Liujing had not been found for three or two months. The Chinese martial arts and the people only retired as "innocent monks", and no one mentioned them after a long time. After three years, a mysterious and strange "artist" suddenly appeared to show me. What on earth did he have in mind?

In a flash, An Bochen turned several thoughts in his mind, but he still dodged up without hesitation.

The middle-aged man suddenly smiled and threw the rain beads just right, not to An Bochen, but to the teenager in white.

Holding the rain beads in his hand, the teenager was stunned. After a moment, his face stiffened and suddenly turned around. A Taoist charm flew out of his sleeve and shouted, "Wo!"

The technique of the juvenile sacrifice charm seems to have been practiced thousands of times. It is extremely familiar. In the blink of an eye, the blue fire floats to sacrifice the charm and turns into a blue-brown boulder. The stone is thorny and rotates to An Bochen. An Bochen forcibly twisted the water and fire, and suddenly stopped his footsteps. His body turned from a human figure into running water. The boulder brushed the water and flew straight out for more than 20 feet before falling.

"A man of no evil?"

The teenager lowered his eyes, shining brightly, and glanced around vigilantly.

Although he could feel the erratic breath of An Bochen, he could not see it. In the secret report, the innocent man was mysterious and unfathomable, and his cultivation was extremely high, which was by no match for him. At present, there was no evil star to accompany him, and the teenager couldn't help but be a little nervous.

"If you know it's the original scholar, why don't you hand over this pearl?"

A slightly hoarse voice came out in the cold, with the meaning of arrogance. Since the innocent resident is a noble man who has no life and a strange temper, it is not normal if he is not arrogant.

An Bochen played the role of an innocent resident twice. He was measured and properly. There was a smell of dust in the world in his arrogance. He fell into the ears of the young man in white and couldn't help but make him look tight. Not only him, but also the middle-aged people beside him frowned and looked awe-inspiring.

Holding the rain beads tightly, the Taoist charm has also been picked up in the cuffs. Under the night, the young man's face was white and iced. For a long time, he said, "Does the priest know that I come from the Changmen Wanfa Sect?"

When the words fell, the middle-aged man looked strange, and his eyes flickered at the teenager.

Although An Bochen doesn't know what the Wanfa Sect is, he can also guess a little by observing the words. He immediately laughed and said with disdain: "It turns out to be the descendant of the Wanfa Sect. No wonder he is so presumptuous and dares to grab the treasure under the eyes of this scholar. Don't mention that Wanfazong is thousands of miles away. Even if you Wanfazong and the people in the long gate come together, how can you do?

The extremely heroic voice came out, and the middle-aged man was secretly shocked. The face of the young man in white became more and more ugly, but he still clenched the rain beads without showing weakness and looked decisively.

Looking at the teenager, An Bochen muttered and said, "You first did something to harm the country of Liu, and now you have taken the treasure from the capital. You really bully people too much and regard the scholar as nothing. If you don't hand over the raindrops, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The teenager was full of bad vigilance and did not notice the strangeness. Instead, the middle-aged man beside him was slightly stunned and thoughtful when he heard the word "I Liuguo".

I haven't had a heart-to-heart fight in Liujing for three years. An Bochen had made a mistake in his words. He saw the teenager opposite suddenly laughing, like a sword's eyebrows pulled up to both sides, and the smell of dust on his face was swept away. His eyes were like a cold pool, and his eyes were like a sword with perseverance.

"My long door runs the way for heaven and takes it as my duty to kill the evils of the world. Those who know the world are respectful. Even if you are an innocent scholar with high cultivation, how can you despise my long gate? Feng Xiao is cold and talented. Please fight against the seniors to prove the courage of my long door!"

The strong fighting spirit and the momentum of death came to his face. An Bochen was stunned, but he knew that he had made a big mistake.

He just wanted to scare the teenager and force him to return the raindrops.

The teenager comes from Changmen. He has a very high status. At least, he also has the cultivation of local products. His magical power is unpredictable. An Bochen is still a line away from the ground, and the line is tens of millions of miles. In the face of ordinary local monk An Bochen, he may be fifty or 60% sure, but this Changmen high apprentice named Feng Xiao Leng is not an easy generation?

More importantly, in peacetime, An Bochen has no scruples about fighting as a general, but now he is in the name of an innocent scholar. The master who once killed the snake demon, if he and Feng Xiao Leng hesitate to win or lose, or fall into the wind, even if Feng Xiao Leng is slow, he will react. At that time, he will not only smash the golden signboard of his "nocent resident", but also make the people in the long gate unscrupulous, and there will be no scruples about the disaster in Liujing.

One son went wrong, and the whole plate fell down.

The war wind hit his face, An Bochen only felt that every pore in his body suddenly shrank, and the thick tension spread from the bottom of his heart, but there was also a trace of excitement, as if he had returned to the seven years of Kaiping who was at a loss in the face of the killing of the second demons.