Chapter 284 One by one, nourishing murderous intention

Longmen Inn has five floors, red lacquered birch, which is far from Moyun Building in both height and exquisiteness.

When Simajin's figure disappeared from sight, An Bochen found a stool and sat down. Facing the unkind eyes of the four people, An Bochen was calm and always had a kind smile on his face.

His eyes glanced at Jiang Le and Wang Meng, and then fell on the other two. An Bochen smiled and arched his hand and said, "An has recognized the Wang Meng brothers and the Xiao Le brothers. I don't know what to call them."

Hearing that An Bochen called Jiang Le Xiao Le again, the red and strong man who looked like a chef twitched the corners of his mouth. He wanted to laugh but held it bitterly. Obviously, he didn't want to show An Bochen a good face.

"Someone is Xu Yang, who is in charge of rice."

Playing with the kitchen knife in his hand, Xu Yang licked his tongue and stared at An Bochen and sneered.

"The surname is Jiang Mingping, and he is the accountant of Longmen Inn."

The scholar of the hand-held abacus also arched his hand to An Bochen.

Among the four, he is the most peaceful, without Jiang Le's jump, without Wang Meng's silence and gloomy, and without Xu Yang's irritable temper. However, the more ordinary people seem to be, the more unexpected they are.

In a blink of an eye, An Bochen has put the temperament of the four people into the bottom of his heart.

"I'm under An Bochen."

An Bochen said, the voice fell, and there was a silence in the inn. Wang Meng pretended not to listen to An Bochen's "nonsense". Xu Yang sneered, Jiang smiled lightly, and Jiang Le raised his eyebrows and shook his head and sighed.

The four people were conceited and arrogant. They gestured in front of Simajin. At this time, it was even more impossible to give face to An Bochen. They were just curious about what An Bochen wanted to say to them, and they did not disperse.

An Bochen and Simajin have been separated for a long time. Obviously, they didn't talk enough all the way, and they didn't want to beat around the bush with them. They pondered for a moment and said, "Guys, do you want to learn from each other?"

When the voice fell, the four people were stunned, but they didn't expect An Bochen to be so direct. On second thought, they all figured it out. As early as today, they had secretly inquired about An Bochen's character, and they could only get the name of a fierce general from the people of Liu. They thought it was a brave and resourceless person. Today, it was true at first sight.

Thinking that the master secretly promised such a local steamed bun who was not worthy of his name and lacked wisdom, they were full of taste. Of course, if these four people are brainless, Simajin will not accept them. But Jiang Le is angry at this time. Wang Meng has always been gloomy and not a talkative person. Although Jiang Ping is a little strange, he can see that the other three are indifferent, so he is silent.

Seeing that the four of them were speechless, An Bochen sneered in his heart.

He can ignore Jiang Le's provocation to him, but he can't see that Hong Fu is angry because of it. Only then did she persuade Simajin that it was An Bochen who didn't want her men to be centrifugal, but the four people had such an attitude that An Bochen could not sit idly by. Unexpectedly, when asked, these people who were obviously hostile to him did not say anything and wasted time.

"That's all, but An was abrupt."

Shaking his head, An Bochen stood up and wanted to go upstairs.

"Whey!"

In the afterglow, he saw Xu Yang suddenly stamped his feet, picked up the door of the inn out of thin air three steps away, covered it in vainly, and then turned around and grinned at An Bochen.

At the same time, Jiang Le also took a step horizontally, blocked in front of An Bochen and cut off the way upstairs. Wang Meng and Jiang Ping surrounded An Bochen from the left and right sides.

Four gas machines are emitted at the same time, firmly locking An Bochen.

"Since Lord Crazy Dragon has said so much, Jiang is disrespectful."

Talking about is Jiang Le. This depressed young man from the State of Chu is more than ten years younger than his companions, but he is a little more proud. After all, the twenties-old Tianpin monk is one of the few in the whole Da Kuang.

Taking at An Bochen, Jiang Le muttered, "I heard that Lord Crazy Dragon is good at using guns, and Jiang can also use guns. It's better to compete with guns."

An Bochen nodded.

Jiang Le smiled, shook his robe gently, and pulled out a pear wood shrinking gun from his sleeve: "Lord Crazy Dragon, where's your gun?"

Touching his wrist, An Bochen remembered that his innocence and the bead chain had been taken away by Simajin. However, it seemed that his new thirty-six blow of Zhou Tian did not have to be used with a gun.

"An's gun is here."

In the stunned eyes of the four people around him, An Bochen only stretched out one finger and pointed to Jiang Le from afar.

"Sum, I heard that An Bochen was injured and coma for a month before. Could it be that he hurt his head and became stupid?"

There was whispering from the side, but Xu Yang, who came later, asked Jiang Ping. Jiang Ping smiled helplessly, and his eyes on An Bochen became more and more complicated.

"You... You..."

Jiang Le stared at An Bochen's fingers. His cultivation was not bad. At this time, he was so angry that he just wanted to scold his mother: "... The general of the mad dragon, hum, is really crazy. That's all, it's all with bare hands."

With that, Jiang Le was about to take back the shrinking gun.

"Come on. If you use a gun, there is still a chance. If you don't use a gun, you will definitely lose.

An Bochen said that the voice was not only Jiang Le, but also Wang Meng and the other two were furious.

"What General Yi'an said, Xiaole, you use a gun."

Looking at An Bochen, Jiang Ping opened his mouth and said, "But the knife and gun are eyeless. If General An is inattently injured by Xiao Le, I can't afford to blame the master."

"Then there is only one move, and one move will determine the winner."

An Bochen said without thinking, "I know what you are thinking. If An is defeated, he will not step on the Longmen Inn from now on."

Being pierced by An Bochen's words, Jiang Ping could still pretend to be calm. Jiang Le, Xu Yang, including Wang Meng, were embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"In that case, it's a deal." Jiang Ping is naturally happy to see the success of the door-to-door profitable business.

"But after one move, if the Xiaole brothers lose, what if you wait?"

After talking for so long, just for this sentence, he looked up and glanced at everyone. An Bochen asked in a low voice.

"Impossible."

Jiang Le sneered, and Xu Yang, who was holding a kitchen knife on the other side, was also full of disbelief.

Wang Meng never opened his mouth and frowned into Sichuan characters, while Jiang Ping's heart moved slightly and stared at An Bochen thoughtfully, but he didn't expect to be surrounded by An Bochen in a few words. It seems that the four of them are sure to make a profit in this gambling battle, but An Bochen gambles four, and once he wins, he will make a lot of money. In addition, although An Bochen can't detect any vitality all over his body, it is actually difficult to live up to his reputation. Is he really as unbearable as he thought before?

"Why, Brother Xiaole doesn't dare to gamble?"

He didn't plan to give a few people a chance to think, and An Bochen chased after him.

"If you bet, you will bet! If you An Bochen can beat Jiang's gun with just one finger, Jiang will take a detour to avoid when he sees General An.

At ordinary times, Jiang Le will never eat this kind of stimulation, but on the one hand, he can't be angry with An Bochen. On the other hand, he doesn't believe that An Bochen can beat him with just one finger, unless An Bochen is a god.

"Okay, Brother Xiaole, you can speak quickly. It's too much to avoid the detour. You just need to go back and be more peaceful.

An Bochen nodded and glanced at Wang Meng and others. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes were full of warning.

These four people may have real ability, but they are too unruly and have no awareness of being a minister. If they don't take the opportunity to teach them a good lesson today, they will definitely have a headache in the future.

An Bochen thought so, his feet were side by side, and his fingers shook out a gun flower and pointed to Jiang Le.

The four potentials in the body just ran for a week, and gathered vitality and rushed into An Bochen's right arm.

"Hung!"

The index finger stabbed diagonally down like a gun, and the void made a sound of gold and stone.

At the same time, An Bochen's momentum also suddenly changed. Standing empty-handed in front of Jiang Le is no different from the fierce tiger walking in the mountain forest. It is tyrannical and ferocious. The strong blood spirit instantly filled the first floor of the Longmen Inn, killing was fierce, as if it had just been salvaged from the blood sea corpse mountain piled up by tens of millions of soldiers.

Although Jiang Le has heavenly cultivation, he has never been on the battlefield, let alone experienced so many life and death. At first encountering An Bochen's murderous intention, he only felt that his chest was full of blood, and his face suddenly turned pale, and he took three steps back to stop.

"Xiao Le, rush to attack!"

Jiang Ping's faces changed dramatically when they saw this. They were either strange heroes in the market or strange people in the mountains and wild, and they had never been to the battlefield. However, after all, they were older than Jiang Le and had a wide range of knowledge. They vaguely guessed that An Bochen would use a strange method to cover up their cultivation. At this time, they would no longer hide it, and only rely on momentum to overwhelm Jiang Le.

Not to mention Jiang Ping and Pingren, even An Bochen himself did not expect that when he woke up, he had such a terrible murderous intention. This feeling is like carrying majestic mountains and vast seas. Even in the face of Dian Kui, An Bochen will no longer be afraid. It's another thing whether to fight or not, at least he will not be as embarrassed as before.

Dissipating distracting distracting thoughts, An Bochen stared at Jiang Le, his feet were sticky, and his body leaned forward.

An Bochen was seriously injured and fell into a coma for a month, and the murderous intention gathered in more than 100 places was silenced for a month, but it was nourished in An Bochen's body. Now An Bochen comes out again, one by one, and the murderous intention rolls out. No gun is better than a gun to suppress Jiang Le's death seven steps away. He can't move, just like An Bochen first met the leader that day.