Chapter 154 Innocence in Hand Beilong Yifu on

At this moment, Sima Fang had a strong indignation in his heart, with a smile in his mouth, but as indifferent as the snow in Beijing.

He was born in the side branch of Simamen Valve. When he was a child, he went to the State of Qin with his uncle and settled down there. He was not smart before he was three years old. He spoke and walked much later than his peers. His family was not optimistic about him. Only his uncle felt sorry for the death of his parents since he was a child and took good care of him. No one expected that when he was five years old, he suddenly learned something. From then on, both knowledge and cultivation have advanced by leaps and bounds until he set foot on the ground and finally became known as Qin Zhongbeilong. Everyone calls him a peerless talent. In the north, there is Sima Fang in Qinzhong, Sima Jin in Wuzhong in the south, one dragon and one phoenix, and Sima door valve successor. And he is also very competitive. In just four years, he has put the Sima family's eyeliner of Qin and Qi into his bag and developed and strengthened. His ancestors called him several times, saying frankly that he would be the first general in the history of Simamen to worship before the age of 20.

At a young age, he became a talkative figure of Simamen Valve. In addition to those innate bottomless monsters, how many of his peers can talk to him?

Sima Fang is frivolous and arrogant, not without support. What he honors is his own strength. In Sima door valve, the family valve of the law of the jungle, as long as you have strength, you can have everything you want, and what Sima Fang wants most is a phoenix in the south.

Only she is worthy of herself.

Sima Fang often thought that who had thought that when he came to the State of Wu, he heard a secret that made him extremely angry. Simajin actually had a pet, and he was still a lowly servant.

He looked at the teenager with a happy face like a fool in front of him, and the disdain and absurdity in Sima Fang's heart could no longer be cleaned up.

How can these people deserve the boss Majin? It's even more in vain about my opponent... I didn't expect Sima Jin to be so eyeless. Well, I ended this evil fate for you.

Seeing An Bochen coming towards him, Sima Fang's eyebrows jumped softly and suddenly smiled and said, "I still have something to say to you. I need to change places."

An Bochen paused and frowned, "There is no one here. What can you say?"

"It can't be said on this Hua Building."

The smile on Sima Fang's mouth is stronger, and the murderous intention hidden in the depths of his eyes is even stronger.

He likes to kill people, kill heroes, he needs to kill evil people in front of the mountains and rivers, he needs to be in prison cells, and how can he be buried in such a gorgeous building, the muddy land of the wilderness is the place.

After saying that, Sima Fang floated out of the building, stood on Suzaku Street with his hands on his hands, and looked at the teenager who gradually became more complicated in the building.

An Bochen is not really stupid. How can he not notice the strangeness of the young man in white, but the shrine is in his hands, and An Bochen is bound to get it.

Hesitating, An Bochen picked up the innocence and went downstairs.

Seeing An Bochen rushing out, disdain flashed in Sima Fang's eyes and went straight to the suburbs.

It rained heavily all the way, and Sima Fang's clothes were still dry. It was not until the northern suburbs that he stopped and looked back, frowning slightly.

"Where have the people gone? Could it be that he is still a coward..."

He did not find that a water shadow that was hard to see with the naked eye slowly climbed up the big tree beside him against the heavy rain.

Turned into a water shadow, An Bochen hid his innocence behind the tree and looked at the teenager three steps away.

The judge of Chenghuang said that Simajin is the commander of the ghost army, and the people under him are all extremely gloomy ghost pawns. How can he be such a handsome teenager? In addition, Sima Jin sent the shrine, and he will definitely entrust the confidant. This person is mysterious and should not be Sima Jin's person... Is it her enemy who cut off the shrine halfway?

Thinking for a moment, An Bochen had guessed the cause and effect. Thinking that Simajin was captured back to Wu Zhong by Sima's family. Although he could enter the underworld, he didn't know how he would be treated. An Bochen couldn't help but feel pain.

"Who are you?"

A slightly hoarse voice sounded, erratic in the wind and rain. It came into Sima Fang's ears. Junlong from Qin Zhong was strange and a little vigilant.

Is that An Bochen?

How can it be? That man is as timid as a mouse. He must not have the courage to come to this wilderness alone... Is it possible that I shocked which master?

Sima Fang was secretly determined, brushing down like snow-white clothes, and bowing to the rain: "I'm in Sima Fang, I don't know who you are?"

"I wandered around here, but when I saw you coming to the suburbs in the rain, I was just curious. It turned out to be from the Sima family. I don't know what happened to you when you came to Liujing?

The voice was erratic. Sima Fang was afraid and laughed loudly, "It's just a message for people."

The voice fell, and the suburbs suddenly became quiet.

Sima Fang was worried and waited for a long time for a response. He only thought that the tall man had gone away, but in a blink of an eye, a cold wind came from behind, rolling up the mud and drenched his trouser legs dirty.

Sima Fang was furious, and he heard the master snorted coldly, "How dare you deceive Ben Jushi!"

He was shocked. Thinking of the "high-ranking" dragon's high-level body method and the mysterious wind control technique, Sima Fang only felt that his scalp was numb, and the anger he had just had disappeared.

If it's face to face, let him see where the person is, even the strong man Sima Fang is not afraid of a war. But at present, the master has no trace, but he can see himself clearly. The enemy is dark and we are clear. This is a big taboo, and Sima Fang naturally dares not make a second.

This master may be from Liujing and is curious. Even if he tells him, it won't do anything.

Thinking like this in his heart, Sima Fang's eyebrows jumped gently and said with an embarrassed smile, "Excuse me, senior, I came to Liujing on this trip, but in fact, it was to kill people."

"Who to kill?"

Suddenly, Sima Fang said quietly, "A little servant, it's not enough."

The "high man" just gave a hum, and then didn't say anything, but Sima Fang felt that he had not left, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of impatience in his heart. He was still waiting to turn around to kill An Bochen, but he didn't have time to linger here.

Hesitating, Sima Fang arched his hand and said, "If you have nothing to do, I'll leave first."

"Wait... Why did you kill him?

Hearing this, Sima Fang's heart was strange and inexplicably uneasy. The senior master seemed to be too broad-minded and too curious.

No matter how smart Sima Fang is, he will not think that the "senior" in his mouth is the extremely unbearable An Bochen in his heart, otherwise he would not have said the next words.

That's all. The master's character is always extremely strange. Let's go with him again.

"The man took what he didn't deserve."

Sima Fang said slowly. Thinking that the little servant from a lowly background actually got the heart of the woman he had admired for a long time, Sima Fang couldn't help but feel the resentment in his heart and said, "When I get the head of that person, I can hug the beauty back after turning around."

"What you said, is it Simajin?"

In the wind and rain, the voice of a young man came, as cold as if wrapped in ice.

Sima Fang was stunned, and then opened his mouth in disbelief, causing an uproar in his heart.

However, before he could call out the name, it was like a dragon's silver gun rushing out from behind the tree, piercing the rain curtain, like a poisonous snake swinging its tail, and roaring like an angry dragon. It was like thunder, as fast as lightning, and it was close at hand in an instant.

This gun is invincible!

In a panic, Sima Fang had only one idea in his mind and retreated.

But as soon as he retreated, the silver gun accelerated halfway. The gun seemed to be surrounded by a circle of purple thunder, roaring. At this moment, the void trembled, and in a blink of an eye, he rushed to his face.

The young man with a blue shirt and drooping hair appeared with the silver gun.

His face was wet by the rain and his clothes were soaked, but An Bochen ignored it. The anger in his heart had burned him, and his eyes were unprecedentedly cold. For the first time in his life, An Bochen really realized what murder was.

This son actually wants to take my head and see Hong Fu, and he still wants to possess her. I come from a humble background. I'm not as good as his Sima door valve. If I'm innocent, why not take his life tonight?

Sima Fang looked at the teenager who had become different in surprise. The moment before, his clothes were still full of stupidity, but at this time, his murderous intention was awe-inspiring, and his whole body was as sharp as a sword. Sima Fang had no time to think about how An Bochen disappeared, pretending to be a master and setting off a strange wind. In the face of the silver gun that made him cold, Sima Fang had only one idea, which was to avoid it.

But no matter how fast he retreated, the gun followed him tightly, only half a foot away, and there was no way to avoid it.

Forced to calm down, Sima Fang took a deep breath, waved his robe sleeves, and pulled out the iron fan. He is good at using strange weapons. This Xiaoyao fan is a skillful craftsman who has spent half a year to build for his melee weapon.

Xiaoyao fand out, and Sima Fang stared at An Bochen, who was expressionless. He secretly pinched the seal with his left hand, suddenly stopped his body, fanned like the wind, and rolled up a string of raindrops to meet An Bochen.

He has a cultivation, far more than An Bochen. He was just caught off guard before, but now that he comes to his senses, how can he be afraid of the silver gun in front of him? Although An Bochen's gun came fiercely and changed continuously, his vitality was not enough for him. If he only stood firm, he could easily kill him on the spot.

Until this time, Sima Fang finally calmed down and did not retreat, fighting against An Bochen with a sneer.

"Ping Pong..."

Between the fingers, the gun fans hit each other more than ten times. An Bochen took advantage of the opportunity to make a sneak attack. Sima Fang was so energetic that it was difficult to distinguish between high and low for a while.

It's nothing more than that. It's just pretending to be a ghost.

Stabilizing his feet, Sima Fang's war became more and more popular, and a trace of disdain appeared in his heart.

It's no wonder that seeing An Bochen's cultivation and getting used to his moves, Sima Fang's previous fear has already been swept away. Although An Bochen's gun moves are exquisite, his cultivation is one level lower than his own. When he completely has the upper hand, he can only fall and die.

In a blink of an eye, Sima Fang, who became more and more brave, faintly gained the general trend, but at this time, the silver gun shook a move and raised the raindrops to fly, crystal clear and dense.

In the rain curtain, the young man in blue suddenly turned around and dragged the gun away.

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(I saw a tube saying that the quality has declined. Maybe, because I have something to save the manuscript, so I write it faster. This part of the story is almost over, and the next part will be written more carefully.)