Chapter 155 Innocence in the hand Beilong Yifu
Through the heavy rain, Sima Fang looked coldly at An Bochen, who was "running away in confusion". His eyebrows fluttered, and a thick smile floated at the corners of his mouth. He danced like the wind and ran away.
"Death!"
There is still one step left before An Bochen, Sima Fang shouted in a low voice.
Tonight's experience is also weird. Simajin, a petite, also has two skills. Unfortunately, his cultivation is too low. He drops ten times with one force. He doesn't need any other means at all. He can crush him to death with just an iron fan.
Sima Fang thought so.
However, just as the iron fan in his hand was only two feet away from An Bochen, the cold front brushed his eyes, and Sima Fang's heart tightened. He saw the teenager in front of him suddenly twisting his waist, and the silver gun crossed the elusive arc and came out of his armpits, lifting the raindrops like a curtain.
Back to the horse gun?
Sima Fang's arm shook, and his footsteps were not messy. He sneered at the corners of his mouth. He secretly said that he really had a set of gun skills and could use a horse gun in the battle. However, his vitality was too poor after all. How could the dragonfly shake the tree?
The iron fan blocked the tip of the gun and looked at An Bochen who was killed by the momentum of turning back. Sima Fang snorted coldly. That's it. That's it.
With two fingers of force, Sima Fang just wanted to spin out the fan, but at this time, the mutiny happened again.
The strange force came from the tip of the gun, as if it was spinning, pulling the iron fan abruptly. Sima Fang was stunned, and the color behind him changed dramatically in a blink of an eye.
Although the strange power is not enough, it rotates quickly and rushes out with the power of rotation, as if a very thin sharp needle is inserted. No matter how solid the stone is, it will inevitably be pierced.
This is a spiral gun power. It is one of An Bochen's killers, which is unparalleled in the world. Sima Fang has never seen it.
Holding the gun in one hand and holding it with his index finger, An Bochen suddenly took a step forward, his skirt was raised, the mud splashed, and the silver gun in his hand also exerted strength again and stabbed violently.
"Fight!"
After brewing for a long time and holding back for a long time, An Bochen finally vented the grievance and anger in his heart, spit out the truth, and the wind of yin and yang gushed out from under the sleeves of his robe, wrapped in innocence and bombarded Sima Fang.
His face had turned pale. Sima Fang only felt that two different forces were entangled, like a dragon and a snake. In a blink of an eye, he tore off his vitality and poured into the iron fan. And the strong wind made the gun power suddenly increase, which was extremely fierce.
The iron fan made of fine iron for half a year can't stand it anymore. It breaks into two pieces with a click, one up and down, one left and one right, falling towards different reverses. At this moment, Sima Fang was already exposed, and the innocent and fierce, ran straight to Sima Fang's chest.
Sima Fang's face was pale. In a hurry, he put his palms together and suddenly clamped the silver gun when the tip of the gun was about to stab his chest.
"Go!"
With An Bochen's loud shout, the spiral force of water and fire rushed out to both sides. How could Sima Fang's meat palm be clamped?
"Cock!"
The sound of bone cracking sounded, and a pair of flesh palms in Sima Fang had been broken, revealing white bones, especially blood. And his body flew backwards out in the shout of An Bochen, "plop" and fell into the puddle, and the mud stained him black like snow-white clothes.
It was regarded as the family hope by the Sima door valve. Sima Fang, who was called Qin Zhongbeilong, gasped and looked at the dirty clothes blankly. Then he raised his head and opened his mouth to look at the teenager standing with a gun.
Until this time, he still didn't react. He won the first moment, and the next moment he was seriously injured and defeated... He brought An Bochen here. He wanted to take his life in this dirty wilderness, but now, the one who deserves it has become him.
His face was as white as paper, and his cheeks were still stained with rotten mud. Sima Fang shivered, ashamed and hated, and there was a trace of fear.
He didn't dare to look at the despicable teenager. He was afraid of the cold eyes. At this time, he had only one idea, which was to escape back to Sima's house immediately.
Taking a deep breath, Sima Fang used only a little strength, jumped up, and ran north without looking back.
Looking at the teenager who said wildly that he wanted to take his head but was as embarrassed as a dog at this time, An Bochen's eyes were cold, but he didn't chase him.
The panicked cry sounded.
An Bochen smiled and saw Sima Fang fly back and fall into the mud again.
"Amitabha, the benefactor has gone the wrong way."
The monk in white and snow came out of the rain, with a harmless smile on his handsome face, and looked at Sima Fang in a mocking way.
"Wo Hua!"
Raising his head from the mud pit, Sima Fang was shocked.
The descendant of the divine monk of the State of Qin, who was born with no bottom, would he not know him? Among the young generation, among the few people he is afraid of, there should be no Hua.
Sima Fang never thought that he would meet Wuhua here. At this time, he was busy running for his life and didn't want to think about anything else.
He got up again, and Sima Fang staggered to the northwest.
Through the fine rain flowers, An Bochen and Wu Hua looked at each other and smiled at the same time.
"Plop!"
Sima Fang threw him into the puddle again. This time, he was kicked back by a teenager in cloth shoes. The soles of his shoes were dirty and stained with mud grass, which made Sima Fang almost sick.
"Zhang Bushi..."
Raising his head, Sima Fang looked at the sad-faced teenager in disbelief and was surprised.
In the younger generation, although he has several scruples, most of them are born with bottomless holes. Only Guanzhong Zhang Bushi is not as strange as him, and he stepped on the ground before him. Sima Fang only heard his name, but he admired it for a long time, but he didn't expect him to come to Liujing.
The same young talent, the same rising star in the world, now witnessed his hair spread, covered with mud, as embarrassed as a rat. Sima Fang was extremely ashamed and angry, and only felt ashamed, and completely forgot to think about why they blocked him back.
It's all him, and it's the humble servant who humiliated me!
The strong grievance and unwillingness surged into his heart. Sima Fang was ashamed and angry, and a sense of evil surged into his forehead, his face was ferocious, and his usual reason disappeared at this moment. With his last strength, Sima Fang got up again and roared to An Bochen.
His arms were broken, and the only sharp weapon was his teeth stained with mud. Sima Fang bit An Bochen crazily with red eyes.
The silver gun rolled up the raindrops and swept his legs from top to bottom.
The sound of bone cracking sounded, and Sima Fang fell into the mud and gasped unwillingly.
In the light, I saw Wuhua and Zhang Bushi coming hand in hand.
"Lord An, you don't bring a monk and cloth shoes every time you fight. It's too boring."
"With one less pot of wine, the An brothers owe enough wine."
......
Seeing Wuhua Zhang Busshi talking and laughing with An Bochen, Sima Fang opened his mouth wide and his face was full of incredible. Through the heavy rain and the splashing mud, Sima Fang could faintly see the enthusiasm on Wuhua's face and the smile on his mouth. They talked to An Bochen, but did not look at themselves, as if his Sima Fang did not exist at all.
Sima Fang is Qin Zhong Beilong. Although he has a great reputation, it is only limited to the Sima door valve. Wuhua and Zhang Bushi are both recognized as rising stars in the world. Those who are expected to be masters in the future are better than Sima Fang in terms of fame and status. Sima Fang naturally has no chance to get to know each other.
However, these two young generations of Da Kuang talked happily with the little servant. They lay at the feet of the three of them, but they regarded themselves as air, or maybe... Insignificant...
With a twitch in his heart, Sima Fang's eyes were gloomy.
Who the hell is he? You can get Sima Jin's heart, be able to make friends with the children of the divine master, and easily defeat yourself... After more than ten years of hard work, he was in good spirits. This time, the Simamen valve originally wanted to take the ghost army scouts and occupy the body and heart of the ice princess of the Simamen valve, so he made a name for himself. Who would have thought that he was defeated by a child of an inconspicuous tenant? He was defeated so fast. He practiced hard for ten years and made great ambitions. He only fell into the mud tonight and turned into nothing.
If Sima Fang and An Bochen fight face to face, nine out of ten will be defeated will be An Bochen. The reason why Sima Fang will be defeated is that he underestimates the enemy, and secondly, An Bochen has a lot of strange skills, which invisibly raises his strength.
How would Sima Fang know this?
His heart has been filled with fear and despair. A fourteen or fifteen-year-old teenager can easily defeat him. What else can he expect in the future?
Disheartened, he looked at the continuous heavy rain, and then closed his eyes, ready to bite his tongue and committed suicide in the wilderness outside Liujing.
Before his mouth closed, he was stepped on by a pair of cloth shoes.
Looking at Sima Fang, Zhang Bushi turned to An Bochen and said, "I don't know how the An brothers are going to deal with this person?"
How to deal with it?
His eyes fell on Sima Fang, and there was a chill in An Bochen's eyes. As soon as he met the group of bastards, he was found by the son of the Sima family in the middle of the night, threatening to kill himself and wanted to go back to bully Sima.
The anger rose again. Tonight's An Bochen was unprecedentedly irritable. He had been cold and expressionless. Wuhua and Zhang Bushi could feel that the gentle teenager for more than half a month seemed to be a different person. The first time he saw him sharpness was exposed. Although it was a little strange, he took it for granted.
When he failed to kill himself, Sima Fang no longer had the courage. Seeing that An Bochen's murder suddenly appeared, Sima Fang was very frightened. Regardless of the dirty mud, he lay in the puddle and kowtowed repeatedly.
"An... Mr. An, spare your life! Sima Fang is the commander of the State of Qin. If Mr. An is willing to let me go. I, I... I would like to hand over all the machines in my hand to the commander.
"Your Excellency?"
"Yes. It's His Royal Highness Simajin."
Hearing the words, the murderous intention in An Bochen's eyes was slightly restrained, and his face was thoughtful.
Sima Qin is alone in the State of Wu, and I don't know what kind of difficulties he will suffer. If he can master more secrets, he may be in a much better situation.
But this person...
Looking at the frightened Sima Fang thoughtfully, An Bochen suddenly smiled and said, "That's okay."
The moment Sima Fangchang breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head, a cunning color flashed in his eyes, but at this time, a cold voice of a teenager came from his ear.
"However, you need to leave something, such as the secret of your Sima family, and your secret. In short, it should not be known to outsiders."
The back trembled slightly, Sima Fang clenched his teeth, and his eyes flashed.
"The monk, you don't have a magic trick."
Zhang Bushi turned to Wu Hua and frowned.
Wuhua was stunned at first, and then reacted after a blink of an eye. "I suddenly realized" and said, "The little monk almost forgot that Buddhism is open-minded and can tell whether it is true or false."
Zhang Bushi and Wuhua are cold and hot, and they have a rare tacit understanding. Maybe they also want to know what kind of secret is hidden in the Sima family. The descendants of the gods not only practice the Tao, but also practice the way to calm the country and the world.
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It rained heavily, spreading water and fog in the northern suburbs of Liujing. Sima Fang lay in the mud pit in despair and looked at the three teenagers who were gradually moving away through the water mist. For a long time, he turned around with all his strength, curled up like an earthworm, and crawled north.