Looking at the serious Amber Chen, the young men in the temple were stunned at first, then laughed loudly, leaning back and forth, and the solemn and mysterious atmosphere disappeared.

"Why, you, a little servant, still want to use a knife and a gun to me?"

The young master of the Li family looked at An Bochen and sneered.

"There are only Master Fox Fairy and my young masters in this temple. You can't tolerate idle people, let alone you be a slut. Why don't you get out of here!"

A slave...

If he was called a slave in the past, An Bochen would definitely swallow his anger and say nothing. However, today is different from the past. Although he does not know how many of the changes that have happened to him are, since the death of the young master, An Bochen's mood has improved rapidly in the past ten days. On the surface, he still looks like an honest servant, but the unwillingness and unyielding hidden in his bones are growing rapidly.

He embarked on the road of cultivation to control his own destiny. He was limited by his background and started from a small matter. But in the dream of a young man, who would not want to become a hero in his lifetime like in the plays, and even this little servant whom no one looked down upon secretly fantasized about it.

His eyes swept over the young masters who were wearing brocade clothes and fanning inch by inch. The temple was dark and the fire was swaying. In a trance, An Bochen felt that they had become obstacles, crawling on his way forward, with teeth and claws and ferocious faces.

Fortunately, there was a long stick in An Bochen's hand.

He practiced guns and kept his guns every seven days. He grabbed the long sticks from the door and looked at the group of sarcastic young men. An extremely wonderful feeling arose from the heart of An Bochen. The long sticks were in his hand. Even when facing the sons of the princes and nobles in his temple, he was not afraid.

Stepping on the moonlight and holding the long stick tightly, a flash of fire flashed in Anbochen's eyes, but he felt like a god's help. At this moment, he first realized the principle of "people borrowed guns". Although it was the shallowest truth in the art of guns, he had just practiced the spear technique for seven days. This encounter was related to his diligent practice of shooting 5,000 times a night.

"Sujing! Don't disturb Lord Fox Fairy!"

Seeing Li Lin turn around and scold the young men, An Bochen frowned slightly.

Fox Fairy?

In a flash, An Bochen pressed down the doubts in his heart. At this moment, he just wanted to go to Hongfu Nu to ask for it.

"Amberchen, do you really want to toast or not to eat or punish the wine?"

Looking at An Bochen standing with a stick, a strange look flashed in Li Lin's eyes, and gradually, a playful look appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Unlike most young men in Liujing, Li Lin is a relatively ambitious alien. He has been practicing Taoism since childhood and is good at using double maces. He can clearly feel the faint aura of An Bochen. Although it is insignificant, in this Liujing, where he is in a corner, most of the children of the Duke and Marquis play and enjoy, and have almost no intention to practice. Like a small servant boy opposite, he has a very different temperament in his whole body. There are very few.

Therefore, even though An Bochen's cultivation was low, he still aroused Li Lin's interest and felt that he was a little itchy.

The ink-colored copper mace slid down from the sleeves, Li Lin took a step forward, looked up and down at An Bochen, and said for a while.

"It seems that Brother An is favored by Mr. Li, and he has also practiced his marksmanship. You can do it if you want to go there, as long as you can defeat me... Don't worry, I will only use one mace for me."

After the words came to an end, An Bochen didn't say anything, but the four fingers wrapped around the tail of the stick were tighter.

The moment Li Lin spoke, An Bochen felt that he seemed to have changed his personality. His frivolous young man's temperament was wiped out, but he also had an inexplicable aura, pressing him down, making him feel very uncomfortable.

An Bochen didn't know that it was the fighting spirit mentioned in the play, but he vaguely felt that if he dragged on like this, he would feel timid in the end, and he might not even be able to lift the wooden stick.

Gripping his teeth, Amberchen no longer hesitated, lifted the wooden stick and slowly turned his right hand.

The next moment, An Bochen shouted lowly, his stick straightened his arms, connected to a line, and suddenly took a step forward. The tip of the stick three feet like a jumping poisonous snake, heading straight for Li Lin.

At first, Li Lin still looked indifferent, but when the shot was stabbed, it was like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole. The round stick pointed straight into his middle dantian without any twists and turns. Li Lin felt alert.

Although this spear is crude, it cannot be completed without tens of thousands of times of tempering. If you only practice this spear tens of thousands of times, even if you cannot understand the essence of the inner world, you can still practice this spear well.

He looked at An Bochen in surprise. Although he was alert, Li Lin did not pay too much attention.

His cultivation level is obviously much higher than that of An Bochen. He has practiced the 18-way mace technique of the Li family since he was a child. How could he be afraid of the thorn that An Bochen used with a wooden stick, and immediately showed a mace flower and faced the wooden stick.

Seeing that the thorn was about to be stopped by the copper mace, An Bochen knew that wood was inferior to copper, not to mention that his cultivation was only seven years of vitality. If the two collided, he would definitely end up seriously injured by Zhemu.

In just a moment, An Bochen knew what he would be going on next, but at this moment, how could he be willing to do so?

No, you must avoid Li Lin’s mace!

His scalp was numb, and every pore on his body tightened. Amberchen took a deep breath and tried his best to turn around the gun.

But his thorn was a sure thing, and he had never learned how to retract it, let alone turn around.

The gun was old, and the stick and mace were about to collide, and a thick look appeared on Li Lin's face.

At this moment, he saw a hint of joy suddenly flashing across the face of the boy opposite, and the fire in his eyes jumped, he opened his mouth and shouted.

“Duh!”

As the loud shout sounded, the wooden stick drew a strange arc, bypassing the copper mace, and then the gun continued to diminish and suddenly drilled out, hitting Li Lin's chest!

"Smack sex..."

Li Lin retreated repeatedly, his face full of shock, and the copper mace in his hand fell to the ground without realizing it.

"Ten years of vitality..."

Covering the place where his chest was pierced by the tip of the stick, Li Lin's face appeared with a sick blush and he looked at An Bochen in disbelief.

He started practicing at the age of five, and it has been thirteen years since then. Although he was still hanging out with those young men during the day, he would lock himself in the house every night, enduring the loneliness after the noise and practice diligently, and never missed a day of homework. He only developed thirteen years of vitality and became the first recognized person among the Liujing family... Who would have thought that this low-born and inconspicuous little servant had ten years of vitality? Could it be that he was a genius who started practicing since the age of three or four? You must know that at the age of three or four, the meridian acupoints had not yet formed a prototype. Unless they were born with bottomless pits or those with outstanding qualifications and talents, they could not practice at all.

Silently, with Li Lin defeated with one move, all the young men in the temple opened their mouths and looked at the young man holding a stick and closing his eyes in surprise.

An Bochen and the others also knew him, but he was just a servant who was the mourned servant of Prince Li. He was honest and followed Prince Li honestly and rarely said a word.

Even such an ordinary young man defeated the first young man Li Lin in Liujing with just a broken wooden stick! If it was spread, it would definitely cause an uproar among the children of the Liujing family, and An Bochen would also become famous. Of course, it was limited to those young men who had nothing to do after eating.

Everyone in the temple was surprised by An Bochen, and even if he saw it, he had no time to think about it.

At this time, he closed his eyes, put his gun in his back, focusing on his mind, only the shot he had just stabbed.

When the gun was used, An Bochen was anxious, but the fire had been exhausted, and even if he wanted to get the gun back, he was powerless. At this moment, he suddenly felt something in the Mingmen acupoint. He was a dead horse and was lucky enough to roll up the invisible water and rushed towards the innate fire, and then something beyond his imagination happened.

Water and fire were not allowed, but the invisible water in his body wrapped up the innate fire and rushed upwards. At that moment, An Bochen obviously felt the strength between his arms suddenly increase sharply, his eyes and ears became several times more sensitive, and in his eyes, Li Lin's mace also became slower.

The water and fire combined with both hardness and softness not only caused An Bochen's vitality to increase sharply in the seventh year to ten years, but also allowed him to avoid the copper mace in a slight slight way, and later came to the top and stabbed Li Lin in the chest.

The mystery of that shot lingers in my heart, and the wonderful feeling of not fighting between water and fire, but working together to help me make An Bochen feel even more excited, unable to control himself, but indescribable.

How did I do the sudden change in power at that moment...

The moonlight shone on the boy's shoulders, soft and quiet, and his breathing gradually became shallower, and his lower abdomen was slightly undulating, which was a sign of fetal breathing.

As long as he can enter the fetal breathing, step into the Immortal Palace again, under the floating sky of the fairy clouds, looking at the mountain waterfall, and practicing shooting skills for three days, An Bochen is sure to remember this shot, and even master the mystery, his gun can also make rapid progress.

But at this moment, a sound of gold sound came, and An Bochen's eyelids trembled slightly, and he felt alert, and his extremely precious fetal breathing state disappeared.

Fortunately, the feeling of that shot is particularly there.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the fire in his eyes suddenly jumped. An Bochen quietly looked at Li Lin who was grabbing his maces with his hands and rushed towards him with anger.

Under the moonlight, the young man turned his hands and picked up the stick, clasped his four fingers tightly, held it with his index finger, and turned it into a long stick.

He took a step, like a tiger coming out of a thorn, a long stick jumping out, like a poisonous snake drilling into a hole, the power of water and fire gathered on his arms, applied to a wooden stick, and directly hit the two copper maces.

Water and fire merged and flowed, and followed the eight extraordinary meridians and gushed upwards continuously, and An Bochen's gun became strange.

It was still a thread of the stick arm, and it was a simple piercing, but it was not that simple in Li Lin's eyes.

The long stick seemed to be heading straight to the middle lane, and it was unstoppable. However, it vaguely trembled to both sides. In just three steps, it changed seven or eight times in a row, which made Li Lin dizzy and shocked in his heart. Even with the eighteen-way mace technique, he didn't know how to resist this seemingly ordinary but constantly changing shot.

He raised his head suddenly and Li Lin stared at the young man in blue clothes close at hand. The moonlight fell, but was blocked by the temple gate. The young man's face suddenly became darker, except for the flash of fire in his eyes, which made him look even more seductive and bizarre.

"go!"

A loud shout was spit out from the mouth of the young man in blue, and the stick was like a poisonous dragon leaping into the mountain.
Chapter completed!