Emperor of the Immortal Dynasty

Looking at the serious An Bochen, the young masters in the temple were startled for a moment, then laughed loudly, leaning forward and backward, the previous solemn and mysterious atmosphere disappeared.

"Why, you, a little servant boy, still want to shoot this young master?"

Young Master Li looked at An Bochen and said with a sneer.

"There is only Master Hu Immortal and me and the young master in this temple, no idlers are allowed, let alone you, a lowly slave. Get out of here!"

Bitch...

If he had been called a lowly slave in the past, An Bochen would have swallowed his anger and kept silent.However, today is different from the past, although he doesn't know how shocking the changes that have happened to him are, but since the death of the young master, An Bochen's state of mind has improved by leaps and bounds in the past ten days, and he still looks like an honest little servant boy on the surface , But the unwillingness and unyielding hidden in the bones are growing rapidly.

He embarked on the road of cultivation in order to control his own destiny. He was limited by his background and started from a humble beginning. Even this little servant boy whom no one looked down upon secretly fantasized about it.

His eyes swept over those young masters in brocade clothes and fan. The temple was dark and the flames were flickering. In a trance, An Bochen felt that they had become stumbling blocks, crawling on his way forward, baring their teeth and claws, with hideous faces.

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

Practicing the way of guns, he has never left his gun night and day for seven days. Now he grabs the long stick that locks the door, and then looks at the group of young masters who are sarcasm. Even in the face of the sons of princes and nobles in a temple, he is not afraid.

Stepping on the moonlight and holding the long stick tightly, a gleam of fire flashed in An Bochen's eyes, but as if with the help of a god, at this moment he first realized the truth of "people use the power of a gun".Although it is the most superficial principle in spear art, but he has just practiced spear art for seven days, and this encounter is not unrelated to his diligent practice of shooting five thousand times a night.

"Silence! Don't disturb Master Hu Immortal!"

Seeing Li Lin turning his head and scolding those young masters, An Bochen frowned slightly.

Fox Fairy?

After a while, An Bochen suppressed the doubts in his heart. At this moment, he just wanted to ask Hong Fu Nu to clarify.

"Amber Chen, do you really want to toast and not eat fine wine?"

Looking at An Bochen who was standing with a stick, a strangeness flashed in Li Lin's eyes, and gradually, the corners of his mouth became playful.

Unlike most of the princes in Liujing, he, Li Lin, is considered to be a more ambitious alien. He has practiced Dao skills since he was a child, and is good at using double maces. He can clearly feel the vague aura of An Bochen.Although it is insignificant, but in this peaceful corner of Liujing, most of the sons of princes ride horses and dogs, play and enjoy themselves, and rarely cultivate. Like the little servant boy opposite, there are very few people with a stick in their hands and their temperaments are very different. .

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

The black copper mace slipped from his sleeve, Li Lin took a step forward, looked An Bochen up and down, and said for a while.

"It seems that Brother An is very popular with Young Master Li, and he has also started to practice marksmanship. You can go there if you want, as long as you can defeat me...don't worry, I will only use one mace."

After the words fell, An Bochen didn't speak, but the four fingers wrapped around the end of the stick became tighter.

The moment Li Lin opened his mouth, An Bochen felt that he seemed to be a different person. His frivolous boyish temperament was swept away, but an inexplicable aura came out, pressing on him, making him very uncomfortable.

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

Gritting his teeth, An Bochen no longer hesitated, raised the wooden stick, and slowly turned his right hand.

The next moment, An Bochen let out a low chirp, and with his stick flat and arms straight, connected to a line, he stepped forward abruptly, the tip of the stick three feet like a sprinting poisonous snake, and went straight to Li Lin.

At the beginning, Li Lin still looked indifferent, but when the spear came out, it was like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole. The round tip of the stick went straight to his middle dantian without any twists and turns, so Li Lin became alert.

Although this stab is crude, it cannot be completed without tens of thousands of times of tempering. If you only practice this move, even if you don't have a deep understanding of the essence, you can still practice this stab very well.

Wei Wei glanced at An Bochen in surprise. Although he was alert, Li Lin didn't pay much attention to it.

His cultivation level is obviously much higher than that of An Bochen, and he has practiced the Li family's [-]-way mace since he was a child. How could he be afraid of the stab that An Bochen used with a wooden stick, so he immediately used a mace, To the stick.

Seeing that the stab was about to be stopped by the copper mace, An Bochen knew that wood was no match for copper, not to mention that his cultivation base was only seven years old, if the two collided, he would definitely end up with broken wood and serious injuries .

In just a moment, An Bochen knew what was going to happen to him, but at this moment, how could he be reconciled.

No, you must avoid Li Lin's mace!

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

But his stab was an inevitable move, and he had never learned how to retract it, let alone make a detour.

The guns were in full swing, and the sticks and maces were about to collide, Li Lin's face was already full of embarrassment.

At this moment, he saw a gleam of joy flash across the face of the young man opposite him, the fire in his eyes shot up, he opened his mouth and shouted.

"Duh!"

With the sound of shouting, the wooden stick drew a strange arc, bypassing the copper mace, and then the spear, unabated, came out suddenly, hitting Li Lin's chest!

"Clap clap clap..."

Li Lin backed away again and again, his face was stunned, and he didn't even notice that the copper mace in his hand fell to the ground.

"Ten years of vitality..."

Clutching the place where his chest was pierced by the tip of the stick, Li Lin had a sickly blush on his face, and looked at An Bochen in disbelief.

He started practicing at the age of five, and it has been thirteen years now. Although he hangs out with those sons and brothers in the daytime, and is sensual, but every night, he will lock himself in the room, enduring the loneliness after the noise, and practicing diligently , never missed a single day of homework, and only then has he cultivated his energy for 13 years, becoming the recognized No. He actually has ten years of vitality. Could it be that he is a genius who has been practicing since he was three or four years old?You must know that at the age of three or four, the meridians and acupoints have not yet taken shape, unless one is born with a bottomless pit or those with outstanding aptitude, they cannot practice at all.

There was no sound, and as Li Lin's move was defeated, all the young masters in the temple opened their mouths wide and looked at the young man with the stick and closed eyes in amazement.

An Bochen and the others also know each other, but they are just Mr. Li's servant boy, who usually follow Mr. Li honestly and rarely say a word.

It was such an ordinary young man who defeated Liu Jing's first son Li Lin in one move with only a broken stick!If it is spread out, it will definitely cause a great disturbance among the children of the Liujing family, and he, An Bochen, will also become famous. Of course, it is only limited to those young masters who are full and have nothing to do.

An Bochen didn't see the surprise of everyone in the temple, and even if he saw it, he didn't have time to think about it.

At this moment, he closed his eyes, put the gun on his back, and had no other thoughts, only the gun he had just stabbed.

When the gun was used up, An Bochen was anxious, but the fire was exhausted, and even if he wanted to return the gun, he was powerless.At this moment, he suddenly felt that there was something about to move in the Mingmen acupoint.With a dead horse as a living horse doctor, An Bochen was lucky, rolled up the invisible water and rushed towards the innate fire, and then something beyond his imagination happened.

Water and fire are not compatible, but the invisible water in his body engulfed the innate fire and rushed upwards. At that moment, An Bochen obviously felt the strength between his arms suddenly increased sharply, and his eyesight and hearing became sharper several times In his eyes, Li Lin's mace also slowed down.

The combination of water and fire, hardness and softness, not only increased An Bochen's vitality from seven years to ten years, but also allowed him to avoid the copper mace within a hair's breadth, and stabbed Li Lin in the chest.

The mystery of that shot lingered in his heart, and the wonderful feeling of not fighting or fighting between water and fire, but working together to help him made An Bochen's mood agitated, uncontrollable, but indescribable.

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

The moonlight fell on the young man's shoulders, soft and quiet, and his breathing gradually became shallower, and his lower abdomen rose and fell slightly, which was a sign of the state of fetal breathing.

As long as he can enter the fetal breath, set foot in the Immortal Mansion again, watch the mountains and waterfalls under the misty sky of the fairy clouds, and practice marksmanship for three days, An Bochen is sure to remember this spear firmly, and even grasp the mystery of it , His gun skills can also advance by leaps and bounds.

But at this moment, a golden-like sound came, and An Bochen's eyelids trembled slightly, and his heart became alert, and the incomparably precious fetal breath state disappeared.

Fortunately, the feeling of that shot is still there.

Opening his eyes suddenly, the fire in his pupils suddenly shot up, and An Bochen quietly looked at Li Lin, who was holding a double mace, and rushed towards him with fury.

Under the moonlight, the young man flipped his hands over the stick, grasped it tightly with his four fingers, supported it with his index finger, and turned the long stick lightly.

He took a step, like a tiger out of its guard, the long stick leaped out, like a poisonous snake drilling a hole, the force of water and fire gathered in his arms, applied to the wooden stick, and went straight to the two copper maces.

Water and fire mingled and circulated, flowing upward along the eight extraordinary meridians, and An Bochen's spear became treacherous.

It's still a simple stick with a stick arm, but in Li Lin's eyes, it's not that simple.

The long stick seems to go straight to the middle, and it is unstoppable.However, faintly, but could not stop trembling to the sides, the short distance of three steps changed seven or eight times in a row, shaking Li Lin dizzily, and the shock in his heart wave after wave.Even if there are [-] ways of mace, you can face this