The outside world was full of troubles, and the fingers of others were pointed and pointed, like raindrops hitting the wind, falling down into An Bochen's heart, but it was as light as a covered feather.

Although An Bochen was bound by the restrictions in the schoolyard, he was isolated from the connection with the source power, and was equivalent to an immortal with only physical strength. However, as An Bochen's other martial arts mystery, he became more and more spiritual because there was no competition. The martial arts created by An Bochen itself is another mystery, but it is also a technique of using martial arts to control the intention of killing with skills.

With ten fingers loose, Amber Chen seemed to be plucking an invisible string and letting the storm pass through his fingertips. His body position did not change, but because it was integrated with the storm and rain, every subtle movement had already mixed into the falling momentum of the raindrops. Therefore, in Yuan Shiwu's eyes, Amber Chen was constantly changing. What he changed included his figure, his position, his rhythm when he walked, and his momentum... In short, Yuan Shiwu burst his fighting spirit to the limit and could not capture Amber Chen.

The more this happens, the more excited Yuan Shiwu is.

Without further ado, he already felt Amber Chen's thrill of fighting.

For more than two hundred years, including the battle with Lu Fengqi not long ago, Amber Chen has never had such a strong battle. It is more like killing than fighting.

From the moment I stepped onto the land of Tongtianzhai and entered Yongzhen Tower, An Bochen has been trying hard to resist this feeling.

This feeling is also a symbol of the Tongtian Village Douslave School. There are only two words, that is strength.

The Dounu School Field is a place that is completely and completely respected by its strength, and cannot tolerate any conspiracy and intrigue.

Standing by the hillside stream outside the school grounds, facing Yuan Shiwu, who was eager to fight, An Bochen took a long breath and his eyes became hot.

This is a place to survive by strength. An Bochen even suspected that even if his identities and Lu Fengqi were discovered, they would not care about the Marquis-level Douzun, the King-level Douzun, and even the only Emperor-level Yuetian Zhan, the most mysterious master of the schoolyard.

Since the pseudo-demon was suppressed, Wutacheng Town has built a schoolyard. Over the past tens of millions of years, these five slave schoolyards have experienced so many bloody storms. The will to fight is buried deep under every inch of soil. How could anyone who is as keen as Amber Dust not notice it?

Since this fighting will can infect An Bochen, it means that there are or have a person who has far better strength than An Bochen in this Dounu school. You should know that after the cultivation level breaks through the True Immortal Realm, the gap in strength can no longer be filled by the number. The number of Dounu school alone cannot shake An Bochen's mood.

"Shi An..."

Li Xian looked at An Bochen's back, which became extremely huge at this moment, and called in a low voice. Previously, An Bochen told him that he could only win but not lose, and he could only escape but not stay. But now An Bochen is about to duel with Yuan Shiwu, who is unknown. Li Xian always feels that Master An has become a little different.

"If I defeat you, will your belt and Marquis rank belong to me?"

An Bochen raised his head and looked at Yuan Shiwu and asked.

Yuan Shiwu nodded and shook his head again: "If you win, you can take everything I have, including your life. But if you win, you only take a belt and don't take my life. Sooner or later, I will take back what I have lost."

Yuan Shiwu's voice was not loud, mixed with the sound of fine raindrops falling to the ground, and it seemed even more intermittent. However, the unfathomable aura of the village people, the survivors, and the king-level Dou Nu on the Dou Nu Tower heard it one after another.

At first they disagreed, but when they heard behind, the more they heard, the deeper their brows frowned.

"Say defeat before the battle, Jiang Fengyun, Yuan Shiwu you are optimistic about does not seem to be as confident as you." A king-level Douslave said to Jiang Yunfeng with a smile.

"Xiaoyun, do you think you will misunderstand this time?" another king-level fighter said.

Jiang Fengyun snorted lightly and looked indifferent: "It is still unknown whether that person can defeat Yuan 15. No matter who wins and who loses, this battle between immortal slaves and marquis-level fighting slaves has already won the appetite of those adults, and Yongta School Field is still the biggest profiter."

It seemed that they were all used to Jiang Fengyun's stubbornness. Several king-level fighters looked at each other and then turned their eyes back to Amber's dust.

"Li Xian, the gun is coming."

Then An Bochen raised his hand, took the wooden spear from Li Xian, spun a spear, and pointed it at Yuan Shiwu.

Yuan Shiwu slashed towards the hillside from the air and grabbed a rolling wood. After a while, he cut the wood into a knife, pressed down the blade, and turned diagonally towards An Bochen's toes.

The noise from the dome gradually became lighter, and everyone had noticed the fighting spirit that burst out between the two.

The storm is getting heavier again.

The Yongta School Site is clearly a closed building with a dome, which looks like a castle, but it has various weather such as rain and sunshine. The dome pavilion platform is sunny and the Dounu Tower is strong. Only the area where the immortal slaves are located is storm and rain, and even lightning and thunder.

The rain hit Amberchen's feet, and Amberchen stepped forward.

Li Xian gritted his teeth behind him, and a trace of uneasiness flashed through his heart.

After he set out from Xiliuhai, he was always guided by An Bochen vaguely. He still remembered that when two equal opponents fight, they often compete for momentum first. The so-called competition for momentum is actually to explore the real and the real. Only when I fight against the real and the real can I fight.

If the chess matches the opponent, it is difficult to distinguish the difference in a short period of time.

If one side is weak, then this side will definitely be the one who takes action first.

Not long after the competition between Amber Chen and Yuan Shiwu began, Amber Chen took the lead in attacking. Li Xian couldn't help but his heart beat faster, and his pores all over his body contracted, so nervous that he could hardly breathe.

"Hahaha... It turns out that it's just a mere appearance." Jiang Yunfeng pointed at An Bochen and laughed loudly, and let out a deep breath in secret.

The king-level fighters beside him smiled bitterly and shook their heads, not knowing what they were sighing.

Most of the villagers with noble status on the Dome Pavilion were disappointed, and some even had their faces and bowed their heads, and were not interested in continuing to watch. In their eyes, An Bochen's move had revealed that he was at least not as good as Yuan Shiwu in terms of skills. Yuan Shiwu held a wooden knife in his hand, as powerful as a mountain and as vast as the sea without abyss, and his momentum was natural and without any flaws. At this time, An Bochen had only one end to attack, that is, he was defeated by the impeccable Yuan Shiwu sword.

"Boom!"

A thunder echoed outside the school field. Under the purple lightning, Amber Chen had ten steps left from Yuan Fifteen. These ten steps seemed particularly long, and the gun in his hand was also particularly straight, but it surprised everyone onlookers.

This shot was so ordinary that it was so ordinary that it was unbearable to watch it.

"how so......"

Li Xian suppressed the tension in his heart, stared at the battle situation stubbornly, and watched An Bochen's shot.

After entering Tongtian Village, Li Xian also knew that the Douzi in Tongtian Village was very strong, but he never expected that any Douzi would be so powerful that it would force Master An to take the lead. You must know that in Li Xian's mind, An Bochen has always been an unparalleled existence.

Just as Li Xian was in a complicated mood and was filled with mixed feelings, he heard a cold voice coming from his ears.

"Look carefully, I don't know when I will wait for such a pure and exquisite shot next time."

Li Xian was shocked, his whole body trembled, and turned his head to look at Lu Fengqi.

When Lu Feng returned, his face was a little pale, as if he was seriously injured. Even so, as soon as he turned around, his eyes were firmly attracted by An Bochen's gun, and a stunning look flashed in his eyes.

"This place is surrounded by numerous bans, which separates the mysteries and source power that immortals can obtain, leaving only the strength and skills of their physical bodies. However, they cannot do anything to our new creation of martial arts mystery." Lu Fengqi murmured to himself, as if explaining to Li Xian: "But An Bochen's shot gave up the martial arts mystery, from simple to traditional, and from complex to simple, it is not martial arts or Taoist skills, just one shot... He has made progress again."

Of course, Li Xian could not understand the profound and obscure words of Lu Fengqi, but he also heard the voice-over of Lu Fengqi - An Bochen's shot was very impressive, which made the rebellious Lu Fengqi admire him.

Excitement and excitement surged in his heart. Li Xian subconsciously clenched his fists, staring at An Bochen's gun tip for a moment, and a thought suddenly flashed through his head.

Master An fired this shot so slowly and attacked again. Could it be that he was demonstrating it for me...

Autumn night, high clouds, small courtyard.

Hold your fingers, twist your gun, and take steps.

......

A long time ago, in the cold courtyard of the luxurious capital, the memories of learning guns for the first time lingering in Anbochen's heart again after more than two hundred years of experience. At that time, Ambochen's thoughts were very pure, so pure that they were almost purposeless.

Everything is like this. The purer thing is, the easier it is to lose it. But it is the beginning of everything and has the power of "source".

Hold your five fingers tightly, rotate the gun handle, and take steps toward your waist. The gun is like a spirit snake coming out of the hole...

An Bochen's shot was completely unpredictable. It was purely the stab that Duke Huo taught him when he first learned guns.

The same skills as guns, but the moral mystery contained in the guns is a world of difference.

When they arrived at the Dounu schoolyard, An Bochen only felt the extremely fanatical fighting spirit. Although Dounu is a slave in the schoolyard, their purpose of fighting is extremely pure - because of the dignity of men, they have to distinguish between the strength and strength, and because they have to distinguish between the strength and strength, they have to fight.

That's all.

Although it is a bit barbaric, it has to be said that this is the original order of nature of all things.

In the past, An Bochen thought twice before he acted, and conspiracies were popular. Although this was a kind of power, it was too feminine. Now, when he encountered such a pure, primitive, and masculine fighting will in the Dounu school, An Bochen was suddenly attracted by it and infected by it, and his guns were improved.


Chapter completed!