Chapter 453 The Dragon Gun appears again
Bai Long held a chicken leg in his arms and deliberately chewed loudly. He glanced at An Bochen from time to time, and his eyebrows were flying.
An Bochen's face was pale, his stomach was cooing, and the seven emotions and six desires of mortals also woke up.
"Customer, in fact, it doesn't matter if you don't have money. You can exchange it for something else."
The boss rubbed his hands and his eyes fell on the pearl chain, which he hadn't moved away for a long time.
Why didn't you say it earlier?
An Bochen was overjoyed. His arms were raised and the smoke rolled. A lifelike red copper carriage appeared at the door of the hotel. The horse was vigorous and wrapped in copper skin but could run. The carriage pulled behind him was also exquisite and gorgeous. It was very strange.
The originally quiet market suddenly became loud, and the people all looked at the bronze horse chariot and talked about it. The shopkeeper ran to the no-man's corner and laughed, while the boss's eyes were straight and he walked to the carriage with small steps, touching the carriage excitedly.
"Boss, please don't be served soon."
An Bochen patted the table.
"Okay, guest officer, wait a minute."
The boss rushed into the back hall excitedly. An Bochen only waited for a moment, and the wine and dishes were served one after another.
Bai Long, who was not far away, was stunned, and then buried his head in the sea to eat, trying to fill his stomach before An Bochen.
Anbo dust swept over the clouds, and the dishes on the table were empty in a blink of an eye.
The owner of the hotel seems to be very experienced in entertaining immortals. As soon as An Bochen finished eating, another table of wine and dishes was ready.
The originally lively long street was silent at this time, and the people with long ears quietly looked at An Bochen and Bai Long, who were secretly competing, holding their breath and full of interest.
The people here are so strange. They just look strange. They know that they are immortals, but they are fearless, as if they are looking at something rare.
An Bochen shook his head and continued to deal with the wine and dishes in front of him.
There are many strange places in heaven and earth. An Bochen doesn't want to linger in hundreds of countries. He just wants to take back Li Xian from the dragon's belly and get back as soon as possible.
About half an hour later, Bai Long raised his head, burped, looked at An Bochen and got up and flew away.
An Bochen was also 80% full. Seeing this, he threw away his chopsticks and chased the white dragon.
The white dragon did not turn back into the shape of a dragon. He was still a young man in a white robe. He teleported frequently in the sky and crossed the three islands at a young time.
It seems that the real dragon form can only fly fast, but cannot teleport.
An Bochen chased after the white dragon and secretly guessed.
An Bochen had suffered a secret loss as early as in Dongtianfudi. He knew that the white dragon was extremely cunning. He suddenly left Dongtianfudi and lured himself here, which must also be a conspiracy. If you keep chasing him, won't you fall into his trap again?
His eyes were slightly condensed. An Bochenshun moved with the breath of the white dragon while looking at the sea under him.
Just as the two teleported to a sea with only a few desolate island mountains at the same time, An Bochen's still brewed fingerprints were released, and a cloud floated out of his fingers, covering the island mountains in a moment. The island mountains were entrusted by the wind and clouds and became light. The fingers flew out of the sea and moved in front of the white dragon.
Thirty-six strikes on Sunday - holding mountains and over the sea.
After the cultivation reached the realm of the six immortals, An Bochen has mastered most of the thirty-six strokes of Zhou Tian, and the rest are some Taoist methods that can only be performed above the true fairyland. The mystery is infinite, which is not what An Bochen can understand today.
Before the white dragon eye met, there were suddenly a few more island mountains, and he looked stunned. He only felt a little familiar with these island mountains.
It was firmly locked by the breath of An Bochen, and the white dragon did not have time to think about it. Another teleportation crossed the sea and mountains. But when he stabilized his figure and looked around, he looked strange and saw that the islands and mountains were still not far in front of him.
Worse!
Bai Long's heart tightened, and he knew that he had been plotted by An Bochen. Before he smashed the sea mountains, a cyan figure appeared on the island mountain.
"Let's open your intestines here."
Looking at Bai Long, An Bochen said.
"Joke, do you really think Benlong is so easy to bully? Besides, from just now to now, the doll in my belly has not spoken again. I guess it has been digested by Benlong with those food.
The white dragon showed no weakness.
An Bochen frowned, reached out the power of the soul, and strangely appeared on his face.
Li Xian did not speak any more, but his breath was especially long and calm when he gasped... He actually fell asleep in the dragon's belly.
Even An Bochen admires the courage of this future Liujun. Not to mention ordinary children, he is a monk in the real fairyland. If he is swallowed by a dragon, he will not be as unscrupulous as him. He is not afraid, but also sleeps.
Involuntarily, An Bochen remembered what he said to himself when he first met Li Jizong.
Just in the distraction of An Bochen, the white dragon had jumped up, with a raging anger in his eyes, and his beard trembled with the wind.
Ben Xianglong can't beat An Bochen, and Tao is not his opponent, so he has to try this move.
The momentum of breaking the boat rose from the young man transformed by the white dragon. When he was still three feet away from An Bochen, he suddenly pulled out a beard, and his beard rose with the wind and turned into a long ink gun.
The white dragon shot out, and the fire light flowed at the tip of the gun. In an instant, the sky cloud and the sea turned into a sea of fire. Even the island and mountain moved by Anbochen spewed fire from it. Those fires rose in the air and changed into fire dragons. Together with thousands of fire dragons gushing out from the sea and sky, they made bursts of dragons and killed An Bochen.
When the gun arrived, An Bochen had also reacted. He pulled out a hair, turned into a long gun, and waved his backhand.
Perhaps it is because of habit. An Bochen used innocence in battle before, even if the wind and thunder feathers have been broken, An Bochen will still be used. Just now, when he saw the white dragon turn into a must-have into a gun, An Bochen just woke up from a dream. He is now a "powerful" immortal. His must-hair can be ever-changing, and his air-machine is hidden in his must-haired hair, which is closer to a magic weapon than the things changed by empty-handed. This is why many immortals and demons will change their skin into swords and halberd.
His eyes were cold. An Bochen must be turned upside down, ignoring thousands of fire dragons. The tip of the gun bombarded a fierce spiral force and hit the white dragon.
The two are very close to each other. At this time, they can fully see each other's appearance. When the tip of the gun is against each other, the two are stunned, and the feeling of déjà vu is born again.
"Burning. The end!"
The white dragon shouted loudly, and Xuan Ao was completely released from the gun.
An Bochen was stunned when he heard the words, and when the spiral gun burst out, the young man in white was also surprised.
At this moment, the two remembered the battle that was of special significance to them many years ago. It was also a two-gun confrontation, and their shooting skills were almost the same, but the vitality and Xuan'ao could not be said at the same time.
The two-gun confrontation opened a strong cyclone. Wherever the cyclone came, the void was shattered.
The sea, the blue sky, and the islands and mountains moved by An Bochen have turned into ashes. The land where the two are located is ashes, like chaos, but it is caused by the mysterious mystery of the dragon gun. And from the silver gun in An Bochen's hand, feng shui, fire and thunder gushed out, turning into a huge air mass to wrap An Bochen and block the "burning" mystery, while the spiral power of the gun tip rotated crazily, cutting the ashes into pieces.
After closing, the sea and sky no longer exist. When the two reappeared, they were already in another sea area.
"It's you."
The two spoke in one voice, and then they were silent.
Although it is a juvenile acquaintance, the relationship between the two is difficult to describe. The first time An Bochen met Ao Ba was when he didn't know each other in Xuande Dongtian. Later, he agreed with Long Jun Ao Gui to kill two snakes and save the dragon girl, but he failed to fulfill his promise by mistake.
After a long time, it was Ao Ba who said first: "I didn't expect that there would be no winner."
An Bochen smiled, and the silver gun became smaller and turned back into hair in a blink of an eye.
"Your shooting skills have improved a little, but if you really fight, you will still lose."
Hearing the words, Ao Ba blushed, snorted coldly, and turned his face.
"Bear by the way, where did you want to lie to me just now?" An Bochen asked.
"Dog Head Country. You are so pestered that you want to open my intestines and break my stomach, so I have to go to my second uncle. Ao Ba shrugged his shoulders and said with no red face or heartbeat.
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While Ao Ba mentioned the dog-headed country, three uninvited guests appeared in the dog-headed country.
Like all the immortals who arrived in the Hundred Kingdoms, the first thing they did was to find a restaurant to have a big meal.
"Seven princes, I can't believe that such a half-human and half-animal race can invite that person to be their god."
A fairy was full of wine and food. He looked at the people with dog heads on the street and shook his head and sneered.
"That god should be the most powerful existence among the gods of the hundred countries, but it's really a pity to take care of a group of dogs here."
Another fairy.
"Within a few words, this is not Dayin."
The man sitting in the middle with the highest status said lightly. From eating to now, Mr. Zhang Qi's face has been gloomy.
"Okay, let's go. You must be respectful and polite when you see Lord Yu. Now only he can help us enter Penglai and catch those rebels.