Through the heavy rain, Sima Fang looked at An Bochen who was "escaped in a panic", his eyebrows twitched lightly, and a strong smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His fan danced like the wind, and he ran away.

"Die!"

There was one step left before An Bochen, and Sima Fang shouted in a low voice.

The experience tonight is quite strange. Sima Jin, a scheming person, has two skills. Unfortunately, his cultivation is too low and he can reduce his strength by ten times. He doesn't need other means at all. He can crush him to death with an iron fan.

Sima Fang thought so.

However, just as the iron fan in his hand was only two feet away from An Bochen, Leng Feng flew over his eyes, Sima Fang's heart tightened, and saw the young man in front of him twisting his waist suddenly, and the silver spear drew out of his armpit, lifting up like raindrops, sweeping the iron fan "bang".

Backlash?

Sima Fang's arm was shocked, his steps were not messy, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, thinking that this gun skill was really good, and he could use a resurgence in the infantry battle, but his vitality was too different after all, how could a snail shake a big tree?

The iron fan blocked the tip of the spear and looked at An Bochen who was fighting with the momentum of turning around. Sima Fang snorted coldly, forgot, it's over.

With two fingers pressing, Sima Fang was about to spun out the fan, but at this moment, a change arises again.

A strange force came from the tip of the gun, as if it was rotating, pulling the iron fan. Sima Fang was stunned, and his expression changed drastically in the blink of an eye.

Although the strange force was insufficient, it rotated rapidly and rushed out with the rotation force, as if a very thin needle was inserted. Even the most solid stone would inevitably be pierced.

This is a spiral gun power, one of An Bochen's killer weapons, which is unparalleled in the world. Sima Fang has never seen it.

Holding the gun with one hand and holding it with his index finger, An Bochen took a step forward suddenly, raised his clothes, and the mud splashed. The silver spear in his hand also exerted force again, stinging violently.

"fight!"

After brewing for a long time, An Bochen finally vented the aggrievance and anger in his heart, and spoke the truth. The wind of yin and yang surged out from under his sleeves, wrapping Wuxie toward Sima Fang.

His face turned pale, and Sima Fang felt two different forces entangled together, like a dragon or a snake, and in a blink of an eye, he tear open the vitality of his own cultivation and poured into the iron fan. The strong wind caused the gun power to increase sharply, extremely fierce.

The iron fan made of fine iron could no longer bear it. It cracked into two petals with a crack, one by one, one left and one right, falling towards different reverse directions. At this moment, Sima Fang was already exposed in the empty door, Wuxie was fierce in his outrage, and he ran straight towards Sima Fang's chest.

Sima Fang looked dissatisfied. In a hurry, he clamped his palms together and grabbed the silver spear as the tip of the spear was about to stab the chest.

"go!"

With An Bochen's loud shout, the spiral force of water and fire gushed out to both sides. How could Sima Fang's flesh palm be able to clamp it?

"Click!"

The sound of bone cracks sounded, and Sima Fang's pair of fleshy palms had been broken, revealing white bones, especially bloodshot. His body flew backwards with An Bochen's shout, and fell into the puddle with a "thump". The mud dyed him like snow-white clothes so dark.

Sima Fang, who was regarded as the family hope by the Sima family and called Qin Zhongbeilong, gasped heavily, looked at the dirty clothes blankly, then raised his head in a daze, opened his mouth wide and looked at the young man standing with a gun.

Until now, he still had no idea what to do. He was sure of victory the moment before, but was seriously injured and defeated the next moment... He brought An Bochen here, and wanted to take his life in this dirty wilderness and respond to the situation. Now, what happened has become him.

His face was as white as paper, and his cheeks were still stained with the mud that was odorous. Sima Fang shivered, shy, hated, and a little fear.

He didn't dare to look at the lowly boy, afraid of the eyes that made him feel chilled. At this time, he had only one thought, that was to escape back to Sima's house immediately.

Taking a deep breath, Sima Fang used only a small amount of strength to jump up and ran north without looking back.

Looking at the boy who was crazy about taking his head but was as embarrassed as a dog at this time, An Bochen's eyes were cold, but he didn't chase him.

A panic scream rang out.

An Bochen smiled and saw Sima Fang fly backwards and fall into the mud again.

"Amitabha, the donor has taken the wrong path."

The monk in white clothes walked out of the rain, with a harmless smile on his handsome face, and looked at Sima Fang teasingly.

"Unpretentious!"

Sima Fang was shocked to raise his head from the mud pit.

How could he not know the descendant of the Qin monk, who was born with a bottomless pit? Among the young generation, there is one of the few people he fears.

Sima Fang never expected to meet Wuhua here. At this time, he was busy running for his life, so he had no intention of thinking about anything else.

He stood up again, Sima Fang staggered toward the northwest.

Through the thin and dense rain flowers, An Bochen and Wuhua looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

"thump!"

Sima Fang was thrown into the water again. This time, the one who kicked him back was a young man wearing cloth shoes. The soles of the shoes were dirty and covered with mud and grass, which made Sima Fang almost feel sick.

"Zhang Bushi..."

He raised his head and Sima Fang looked at the frowning boy in disbelief, shocked and suspicious.

Among the younger generation, although there were a few people he cared about, most of them were born with bottomless pits. Only Zhang Bushi, Guanzhong, had no magical body like him, and he had stepped into the ground first before him. Sima Fang only heard of his name, but admired him for a long time, but he did not expect that he also came to Liujing.

The same young talent and the rising star who is also famous all over the world, now he has witnessed his hair disheveled, covered in mud, and is as embarrassed as a rat. Sima Fang is extremely ashamed and feels ashamed, and has completely forgotten to think about why they blocked themselves back.

It’s all him, it’s all that lowly servant who made me suffer this great humiliation!

With a strong sense of aggrievance and unwillingness, Sima Fang was embarrassed and angry, and a sense of evil surged in his forehead, his face was ferocious, and his usual rationality disappeared at this moment. With all his last strength, Sima Fang stood up again and roared towards An Bochen.

His arms were folded, and his only sharp weapon was his teeth covered with mud. Sima Fang bit An Bochen with red eyes like crazy.

The silver spear rolled up raindrops and swept down his legs.

The sound of bone cracks sounded, and Sima Fang fell into the mud, gasping for breath unwillingly.

Yu Guangzhong saw Wuhua and Zhang Bushi coming hand in hand.

"Master An, you don't bring a monk or a cloth shoe every time you fight. It's not fun."

"A less than a game, owes a pot of wine, brother An has owed enough wine."

......

Seeing Wuhua Zhang Bushi 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 vaguely see Wuhua's enthusiasm and the smile on Zhang Bushi's mouth. They were talking to An Bochen, but they didn't look at him, as if Sima Fang did not exist at all.

Sima Fang is a Beilong in Qinzhong. Although he is famous, he is limited to the Sima family. Wuhua and Zhang Bushi are both recognized as rising stars in the world. Those who are expected to be able to compete with the divine master in the future will be higher than Sima Fang in both fame and status, so Sima Fang will naturally not be able to get to know him.

However, these two young generation leaders of Dakuang had a great time talking with the little servant. They were lying at the feet of the three of them, but they seemed to be no one around, treating themselves as air, or perhaps... insignificant...

My heart twitched, and Sima Fang's eyes were dull.

Who is he? He can get Sima Jin's heart, be close to the children of the divine master, and easily defeat himself... He practiced for more than ten years and was full of energy. This time, the Sima family originally wanted to seize the ghost army scout and possess the body and heart of the Sima family Princess Ice, and became famous. Who would have thought that he would be defeated by an inconspicuous tenant's son, who was defeated so quickly. He practiced for ten years and had ambitions, but he only fell into the mud tonight and turned into nothing.

If Sima Fang and An Bochen face to face, most of the defeats would be An Bochen. The reason why Sima Fang was defeated was that he underestimated the enemy, and the other hand, An Bochen had many extraordinary skills and skills, which invisibly improved his strength.

How could Sima Fang know about this?

His heart was filled with fear and despair. A young man of fourteen or fifteen years old could easily defeat him. What else can he hope in the future?

Disheartened, he stared at the endless heavy rain, then closed his eyes, ready to bite off his tongue and commit suicide in the wilderness outside Liujing.

Before his mouth was closed, he was stepped on by a pair of cloth shoes.

After looking at Sima Fang, Zhang Bushi turned to An Bochen and said, "I don't know what Brother An is going to deal with this person?"

How to deal with it?

His eyes fell to Sima Fang, and a hint of chill appeared in An Bochen's eyes. He had just met the group of bastards in the daytime. In the middle of the night, the son of the Sima family looked for the door and threatened to kill him, and wanted to go back and bully Sima Jin.

Anger rose again. Tonight, An Bochen was unprecedentedly irritable, and he kept his face cold and expressionless. Wuhua and Zhang Bushi could feel that most of the gentle and gentle boys seemed to have changed their personalities. The first time I saw him showing his sharpness, although he was a little weird, he took it for granted.

After committing suicide, Sima Fang had no courage anymore. Seeing that An Bochen's murderous intent suddenly appeared, Sima Fang was extremely frightened. Regardless of the dirty mud, he lay in the puddle and kowtowed repeatedly.

Please spare my life! Sima Fang is the scout in Qin State. If Mr. An is willing to let me go, I am willing to hand over all my cards to the commander.”

"Master General?"

"Yes. It's His Highness Sima Jin."

Upon hearing this, An Bochen's murderous intent was slightly restrained and his face showed deep thoughts.

Sima Jin was alone in Wu State, and I don’t know what kind of difficulties he would be. If he could master more secrets, his situation might be much better.

But this person...

Looking at the panic-in Sima Fang thoughtfully, An Bochen suddenly smiled and said, "It's OK."

Sima Fang breathed a sigh of relief, and as soon as he lowered his head, a cunning look flashed in his eyes, but at this moment, the cool voice of the boy came from his ears.

"However, you need to leave something, such as the secrets of your Sima family, and things that are not known to outsiders in any case."

His spine trembled slightly, Sima Fang gritted his teeth, and his eyes flashed.

"Monk, don't you have a magical technique."

Zhang Bushi turned to Wuhua and frowned.

Wuhua was stunned at first, and then reacted in a blink of an eye, and said, "I suddenly realized it": "The little monk almost forgot that Buddhism has a clear mind and can tell the truth."

Zhang Bushi and Wuhua were both cold and hot, and they had a rare tacit cooperation. Perhaps they also wanted to know what kind of secrets the Sima family was hiding. The descendants of the divine master not only practiced the Dharma and practiced Taoism, but also practiced the way to safeguard the country and pacify the world.

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Chapter completed!