Chapter 36 Let's Fight Again

(Second update)

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The silence was silent, and the atmosphere in the temple was stagnant again.

If it was said that Li Lin despised the enemy before, the little servant was lucky to get it, but this time, everyone saw it very seriously.

The long stick stabbed straight at Li Lin, and Li Lin closed the two maces. One after, he wanted to break the long stick. Although it was a bad means, it can be seen that after knowing An Bochen's previous gun, the men present could more or less feel the fear in Li Lin's heart.

There will only be one result of the copper mace and the wooden stick, that is, the stick is broken by An Bochen, but the little servant came here tonight, as if to surprise these Liujing princes with eyes above the top.

At the moment when the copper mace was closed, the straight wooden stick drew another tricky arc and instantly passed the first mace, as if the poisonous dragon was drilling the mountain, obliquely stabbing Li Lin's back mace. With the previous lesson, Li Lin was not shocked. The back hand mace was from the bottom up, and the front hand mace was from the top down. He suddenly accelerated and immediately wanted to break the long stick. However, at this moment, the old stick suddenly became faster.

It was also a little bit, before Li Lin's mace, he pierced his back hand again. Li Lin was caught off guard and fell to the ground with his back mace. As soon as he was about to pull back and hold the single mace to fight again, in an instant, the long stick waved its tail, and the stick trembled violently, sweeping at his forearm, and the front mace also fell to the ground with a bang.

An Bochen's gun seems to be straight and irresipable, but at the moment he pierced the double mace, there were three changes. Every change is indispensable. It can be done in one go. Before most of the princes can see it clearly, An Bochen has already shot down the double mace and defeated Li Lin again in one move!

The candlelight swayed, reflecting An Bochen's face with no emotion. The cold night wind blew from outside the temple, lifting the green shirt and drifting. Holding a long stick, he pointed straight to Li Lin's throat. For a long time, he whispered.

"Make way."

These two words broke the stagnant atmosphere in the temple. Everyone looked at the teenager who made Mr. Li so ashamed that he couldn't raise his head. In a blink of an eye, he reacted and looked shocked.

Who is Li Lin? He is the eldest son of the Li family, one of the two major families in the State of Liu, and one of the best among the sons of Liujing. His status is lofty. And who is An Bochen? It's just a servant. Not to mention An Bochen, all the princes present dare not be disrespectful to Li Lin a little. An Bochen dares to hold a stick to coerce. It is really disrespectful to commit the above.

But only one person clenched his fists and looked happy.

"Anti-bone, born anti-bone, I'm really right."

At the gate of the temple, Xiao Hou muttered, and his triangular eyes were full of excitement.

"Although you can't see anything on weekdays, you can often only force a person's true temperament at a critical time. Well, it seems that I have picked the right person.

Xiao Hou only thought that An Bochen was cold-eyed and bullied, and finally couldn't stand it until tonight. He didn't know that the anger in An Bochen's heart was not all because of this.

The red girl is one, and the son of the family is also humiliated. But what annoys An Bochen most is that after a stick stabbed the double mace, the unpredictable stab gradually disappeared from his mind, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not keep it.

That is to say, if he and Li Lin fight again, An Bochen can't use the amazing shot. It will only be An Bochen who will be defeated on the spot.

The peerless gunway and the mastery are all because of the understanding of the mind at that time, but if you don't go through thousands of trials and thousands of times of gun practice, how can you master it completely?

But tonight, An Bochen doesn't have time to practice. Even if he wants to practice, these guys in front of him will not allow it.

Only by taking advantage of the victory and chasing and using the power of that shot to repel these princes and brothers, can they enter the temple to find Hongfu. Otherwise, once they come to their senses and attack them in groups, how can An Bochen resist with only one broken stick?

These instant thoughts are all the truths that have been read in books in the past. They are not profound, but how could An Bochen think deeply in the past? All of them poured into his mind today. Inadvertently, An Bochen's mind matured a little.

"Make way!"

He raised the stick with one arm, and An Bochen shouted coldly.

Li Lin finally raised his head, with complex, lost and unbelievable face, but in the end, it all turned into silence. He is the son of a family, but he is also one of the few ambitious sons in Liujing. With his outstanding family background and the power of his double mace, he rarely meets an opponent in Liujing. Until today, he was finally defeated by an inconspicuous little servant in the small temple in the eastern suburbs.

Although it was his first defeat, it was also a defeat he had been looking forward to for a long time.

The handsome prince of the family bent down and picked up his double mace. Unexpectedly, he did not fight again, but put the mace on his chest with a solemn face.

"Some, Li Lin, I will ask for advice again in ten days."

This is an appointment. It is the same if those generals on the battlefield meet good opponents.

The prince's buddies in the temple looked at Li Lin in a while, but they didn't expect that he would pay so much attention to An Bochen. As soon as they said this, they had already cut off the idea of revenge secretly. They could only wait until the battle ten days later, provided that An Bochen responded to the battle.

Feeling the aggressive breath of Li Lin, An Bochen's heart swayed. Although he was in the night temple, he seemed to be standing on the fierce battlefield. There are many scenes in the play. The two generals will compete with each other. At first sight, they will agree to fight again. However, An Bochen did not expect that such scenes would also happen to him. It was the unattainable son of the family who invited him to fight.

To be honest, he can defeat Li Lin, relying on the surprise of that shot, and also because Li Lin underestimates the enemy. If you fight again, with more than ten years of Li Lin's practice and the 18-way Li family's mace, even if An Bochen can use that shot, he may not be able to defeat Li Lin. What's more, the wonderful feeling of that shot has become a cloud of smoke and will never return.

In reason, An Bochen should not fight, but there was a voice in the depths of his heart that kept shouting. An Bochen did not know that he had stood at another intersection of his life. If he should not fight, he would still be the former An Bochen, but once he responded, no matter whether he wins or loses, he will be very different.

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen slowly raised his head, met Li Lin's fiery eyes, raised a long stick, imitated the appearance in the play, and said with a fork.

"Some, An Bochen, I would like to fight with you again."

When the words fell, the temple suddenly boiled. Those princes swept away their faces, their eyebrows were flying, and they were talking about it. From time to time, they looked at An Bochen, and their faces were full of surprise, and there was no previous disdain.

Even if An Bochen picked down Li Lin's bronze mace twice, from the bottom of his bones, Mr. Liujing still looked down on this little servant from a lowly background. However, An Bochen did not respond at all, but their contempt in their hearts weakened a little.

This change of mentality is very subtle and difficult to explain, but it is reasonable.

Looking deeply at An Bochen, Li Lin was about to say something when he heard a sigh from the temple.

"The time to preach today is over. Let's retreat."

Listening to the extremely familiar voice, An Bochen suddenly turned his head and looked away. The next moment, his face was full of surprise.

The clay-shaped fox fairy statue above the hall actually opened his eyes, raised his arms, and spit out words.

"There should be a great opportunity to go there. If you return home as soon as possible, you will get something."

Seeing this, all the princes in the temple looked happy. They bowed to the fox fairy and rushed out of the temple. In addition to Li Lin's strange look at An Bochen, he looked at the statue, frowned, and then walked out of the temple.

People went to the temple and waited until everyone was gone. The girl in a red dress came out from behind the statue and looked at An Bochen indifferently.

"You still don't believe me."

Hearing the words, An Bochen was about to open his mouth, and his heart suddenly moved.

Yes, Xiao Hou previously found that Simajin was not in the house, so he must have messed up the "trap" set by Simajin just like himself before. How could Simajin not know? She pretended not to know that Xiao Hou was suspicious, and still came here at night, just because she was relieved by herself... But what did she want to do when she came to the temple and gathered these men?

"It took me nearly ten days to put this game out, but I was abandoned by your previous efforts. Xiao Hou, is this what you want?"

His eyes crossed An Bochen and fell on Xiao Hou, and Simajin's voice became colder and colder.

"So it is..."

His eyes were patrolling between the "God Statue" and Sima Jin. Xiao Hou's eyesight was vicious, and he was old and refined. An Bochen didn't know why, but he had guessed most of it. Looking at Simajin again, there was a trace of surprise in Xiao Hou's eyes, and then he became a little embarrassed. He smiled and didn't care about An Bochen. He coughed twice and walked out of the temple.

"I'm not in good health, so I'll go back first... You two are chatting."

The sound of horses' hoofs faded away, and the moon was sprinkled into the temple. In the face of Simajin's cold eyes, An Bochen was uncertain and his eyes were free.

"General An has a good ability. He defeated the son of the Li family in one move. He is really heroic. Well, you are getting more and more troublesome now.

It was not until the coquettish voice came that An Bochen was secretly relieved and looked up at Simajin. He only felt that she was a little different from usual tonight.

She was not only wearing an exaggerated skirt like a costume, but also because of the gradual melting indifference on her face. At the moment when Sima Jin walked from behind the statue, An Bochen only felt that she seemed to have changed. There was an extremely cold breath all over her body, which was difficult to approach, but it was a side he had never seen before.

looking at the naive teenager who was frowning and meditating, Simajin curled his lips.

"It's been more than ten days, and you are still doubting me?"

"No."

An Bochen said without thinking.

"Then why was he squeezed by the old man Xiao, and then came here and broke my big plan. Now I don't know how long it will take to get the puppet in your mouth.

Sima Jin complained and did not say anything to ridicul An Bochen, but the expression between his eyebrows was obviously a little cold.

At this moment, the temple suddenly trembled. In a blink of an eye, the thunderous sound of horses' hoofs came from afar.