Chapter 222 Temple Encounter

(First update)

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It is the same as the temple in the rest of Da Kuang. The temple located outside the border of Qi has been in disrepair for a long time. The wall paint is peeled off, the color is dim, and it is crooked and shaky to the side. I don't know how many years of things have been experienced, and the baptism of war.

"What, do you want to rest again?"

An Bochen scratched the mane of the Mustang King. The Mustang King sneered and hummed listlessly twice.

Since returning from his daughter's country, the Mustang King has treated An Bochen differently from before. In its heart, no matter how bad An Bochen is, it is better than the hens who just want to ride on it day and night and the women who brought it the disaster. Seeing that the Mustang King became more and more clever, An Bochen naturally restrained a little color and was much more tolerant of it.

"What a lazy horse. Well, I'll give you another day off. I'll try my best to get on my way tomorrow."

Hearing the words, the wild horse king, who is extremely humane, showed a happy face and swept the tail with satisfaction. He looked at An Bochen with affection. He opened his mouth and opened his tongue to add momentum, but he was shocked by An Bochen and felt cold in his heart.

Turning over and disabling from the horse, An Bochen kept the Mustang King outside and walked into the temple with a silver gun.

The temple is much cleaner than the outside. It used to be full of incense, but now it has become a place for tourists to rest. Zhu Dan is painted on the four walls. There are immortals and demons. It seems to be telling a story, but it is fragmented and mottled by the years like a knife, which is difficult to break. On the candlestick in front of the shrine, there is still unburned candle oil, which is left by passers-by.

When dusk came, the twilight gradually fell. An Bochen took out the fire folds, lit the candlestick, and found a haystle. He was about to make do with it for a night.

Under the shadow of the candle, something seemed to be shaking.

An Bochen frowned and looked back. In a blink of an eye, the color condensed behind him.

It was none other than the teenager who walked into the temple. He was the teenager who stole the march map in the daytime. He was tall and long, wearing ordinary white cloth clothes, dragging his double clenders, and his long hair was fluttering. He was slightly unruly, but he could not see what kind of person he was because of the evil ghost mask that covered his face.

He didn't seem to expect to meet An Bochen here. ** A strange color flashed in his eyes outside the mask, and turned into a strong joy in a blink of an eye.

"Brother An, we meet again."

It seemed that he didn't care about the silver gun in An Bochen's hand at all. The ghost-faced teenager walked to An Bochen with a smile and said, "Yes, the marching brother Tu'an has seen it. If you are optimistic about it, you can return it to me. The king of Qi offered 200 gold, which is enough for me to drink for more than half a month.

"Who are you?"

An Bochen's face was calm, but his eyes were like two sharp cones, shooting straight at the teenager, wanting to see through him.

"Who am I?"

The ghost-faced teenager stopped, scratched his head helplessly, and sighed, "Am I so difficult to recognize?"

Listening to the teenager's pretentious words, several thoughts flashed in An Bochen's mind, and suddenly his eyes were shining.

"Is that you?"

The teenager's body trembled slightly, and an inexplicable color flashed in his eyes. He was a little surprised and excited, but he didn't expect An Bochen to recognize him so quickly.

The meeting that night seemed to be yesterday. The first time he met his peers who were not afraid of his own age, and the first time he played intimately with his peers. Although it was short, it was a beautiful memory in his heart that was difficult to give up. At least in the autumn of that year, before Grandpa left, he did not feel the loneliness that had been with him for 15 years for the first time.

"It's me..."

The teenager took a step forward, his voice trembled a little, and he said uncontrollably.

However, it's not just an imaginary hug or a pat on the shoulder when you meet him for the first time.

The cold front pierced the dim candlelight, rotated, and crossed the amazing arc to stab him.

"So you are a wanderer."

An Bochen said coldly that in the face of the most mysterious existence of the legendary owner, he did not dare to be careless. The spiral gun was fired with the momentum, but the gun turned into thunder halfway. The purple thunder like a snake overflowed from the tip of the gun, twisting his body and roaring to the ghost-faced teenager.

Under the devil's mask was a convulsive face. The teenager staggered and a drop of cold sweat slipped on his forehead. Thinking of his affectionate excitement just now, he was so embarrassed.

The silver gun is stabbed, but there is no time to defend it. In addition, if it is explained, it will not be a big deal.

At the critical moment, the guest jumped like nothing, and his arms raised like an eagle spreading its wings, suspended in mid-air.

An Bochen did not stop. He gently buttoned his left hand and suddenly protrude with his right hand.

In Yuan Sanlang's memory, he did not have much impression of the appearance of the wanderer, that is to say, the wanderer generally does not show his true face. In addition, the figure and dress of the teenager opposite him are almost the same as Yuan Sanlang's description, and even his style is somewhat similar.

Is it a coincidence that you have encountered it repeatedly all the way to the north?

The silver robbery broke out and went straight to the young man's face.

The ghost-faced teenager was in mid-air. It is reasonable that he could not take advantage of his strength, but in the face of An Bochen's unrelentless shot, he did not avoid it. A trace of green light flashed in his eyes and hit the tip of the gun with his backhand.

"Bum!"

The fists and guns hit each other, with great force, and cracks in the void.

To An Bochen's surprise, the spiral gun force he sent did not make the teenager feel unappropriate at all. A strange force also came from the teenager's fist, but it was the opposite of An Bochen's rotating gun power, like a bottomless hole that put all the external force into the center of his fist.

One is a spiral outward, and the other is a sudden contraction. The two huge forces are also about 3,000 catties, deadlocked in the temple where the candle shadow is swaying, silent.

Fengshui, fire and thunder rose and fell one after another, and Zhang Yang rushed into An Bochen's eyes, and there was also a wave in the eyes of the Wanderer. The bronze dark current became more and more intense with the swaying of the candlelight, and finally it was like a tide.

Neither of them withdrew.

If anyone withdraws from the enemy, he will give away the advantage.

For An Bochen, the seven legendary masters are the roadblocks on his way forward. It is also a stepping stone. It is rare to meet a wanderer who is alone and the only one of the legendary masters. How can An Bochen let go?

And for him...

A trace of play flashed in the pupils, and the green flowers were overflowing, and the bronze pupils were dyed intentionally or unintentionally.

Before leaving that year, it seemed that there was still one competition left. Speaking of which, I helped you choose the silver gun that is famous all over the world.

The eyes touch each other, cold and hot.

Almost at the same time, the two worked hard again.

Innocent. Ben Lei...

Mount Tai. Beiming...

The dragon-like purple electricity roared out and rotated, gushing out from the tip of the gun and running in all directions, but it rotated around the head of the ghost-faced teenager and rushed away.

And the ghost-faced teenager emitted a trace of white smoke all over his body. The fog steamed and became illusory. Previously, he only rotated gravity with his fists, but now his whole body has turned into a bottomless hole, attracting all the power in the world.

A spear and a shield, a rotating external release, and an internal rotation attraction. The two are the opposites, but they are all excited by the rare forces in the world.

The void can no longer withstand this heavy pressure.

"Cock!"

The cracks wandered away from the virtual space and creaked.

Raise your head three feet to have a god, breaking the god's road.

The void, which was originally only broken by those above the realm of the god, was born in the hands of the two.

The void is broken. At a glance, there is a piece of black pressure inside. In a blink of an eye, there is lightning and thunder. The black and white air surges and flows. Looking along the gradually separated black and white air, you can faintly see a majestic mountain and the vast sea. The mountain stands on the island, and the island is in the sea, like a picture like a curtain. It seems very close, but it imitates The Buddha is on the other side of the reach, real and vague.

How can the mountain island be a little familiar...

An Bochen had an idea in his heart, and the gun in his hand was not weak at all because of the break of the void.

The remaining light flashed over the walls of the temple, and An Bochen's heart jumped and he suddenly realized it.

The mountains and seas in the void are not the ones painted on the murals.

At this moment, the elegant but ethereal voice sounded from behind the shrine.

"Isn't that Penglai? It turns out that this world can lead to Penglai, Fairy Island.