This last shot did not change much, and it was exactly the same as An Bochen practiced countless times in his daily life.

However, this shot fell into the eyes of everyone, and caused an uproar in their hearts.

No one knew how An Bochen broke through the powerful Five Thunder Art. In the moment of the earth soul returning, even the handsome man on the southeast pavilion could not see clearly.

But everyone could see clearly when An Bochen pierced the night, swept the moonlight, and took the shot that Li Lin left.

Who is he? He used a silver spear to break the most terrifying secret technique in the world?

Zhang Bushi's face was full of sorrow, and the hand holding the teacup suddenly tightened.

The indifference on the face of the young monk Wuhua was like the moonlight shattered around the ground, and he stared at An Bochen in a daze, without saying a word for a long time.

The veterans sitting in the four pavilions rose up at the same time. The king's thoughts had been thrown out of the sky by them. He looked at An Bochen in a daze. At first, he looked dazed, but gradually, there was a strange light in his eyes, as if he had found a treasure.

Military generals may be able to defeat secret art masters by relying on Taoist skills. Throughout history, such things have happened. For example, after becoming famous, Duke Huo had the record of the secret art masters of sword slashing. It was precisely through that battle that made the Huo family's sword technique famous and topped the list of unique skills. But that was just a battle between heavenly-grade cultivators. The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the fire, the more you can sense the mystery of heaven and earth, break through the constraints of ordinary moves, and achieve infinite mystery of Taoist skills. Compared with Taoist skills, Taoist skills, and secret techniques are inherently superior. Therefore, among the earth-grade streams below the heavenly grade, secret techniques are invincible, let alone the fire realm.

An Bochen's shot broke common sense and was incredible. If it was spread, it would be enough to make him famous all over the world.

Just as the spectators were shocked, An Bochen shot him and was as powerful as thunder and like a poisonous dragon. He grabbed Li Lin's dantian in his chest.

The moonlight made his face cold, and only Li Lin, who was so close to him, could realize that there was a bloody tide deep in An Bochen's eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the waves were ups and downs and blood tides were flooding.

The fourteen years of unwillingness and resentment were vented all of them in An Bochen's shot. Once one shot was fired, there was no room for maneuver.

The identity of the young man in front of him, his own identity, the original plan of the competition, etc. were all thrown out of the sky by An Bochen. At this moment, An Bochen was completely unwilling to do so. Although he was irritated with anger, his mind was extremely pure, and his body movements and gun power became more and more agile, with a rhythm that was vague.

He stabbed Li Lin in the chest without any obstacles.

Blood splattered and filled the night. The king on the pavilion to the east suddenly stood up, clenched his fists, and looked at the young man in blue in disbelief. He saw the young man turn his wrists and pick up his gun, and knocked down the eldest son of the Li family down without any tricks. Then he put the gun on his back, turned around, raised his head, and looked at him calmly with his face.

For the king for half his life, Li Jing had never seen such calm eyes. In Liu Kingdom, no matter who sees him, he cannot be so calm. Those noble civil officials and military generals with a vast demeanor cannot be, just because he is the king of Liu Kingdom. Once the golden mouth opens, the fate of countless people will change accordingly.

But the little servant's eyes were so dull, and there was no arrogance after victory, nor the desire to seek credit.

Before Liu Jun could come to his senses, An Bochen lowered his head and quietly looked at Wuxie, who was covered in blood at his feet, not knowing what he was thinking.

The overwhelming cheers sounded, and the people did not save the king's heart. They only knew that the competition from noon to night was finally over. No matter what the process, the winner was the king and the loser was the enemy. The little servant from Moyunlou was naturally the hero tonight. Li Xiaoguan and the other two were the most excited, shouting like crazy, while boasting to the people around them how strong An Bochen and they were...

Cheers and cheers lingered in my ears, and I could never get into my ears. Amberchen stood in the east, lowering his head, looking from a distance, like a javelin standing upright. Although the scenery was beautiful, how many people could know the loneliness and fatigue after the scenery.

Perhaps there is only bumps and bumps, and Sima Jin along the way can see a little.

The night wind stirred up the girl's long hair, Liujing night, cherry blossoms, quietly looking at An Bochen, Sima Jin pursed her red lips, with a complicated expression.

"It's too late to regret now."

Xiao Hou's sigh came from his ears. Sima Jin was slightly surprised, but he didn't expect that staying in the carriage, Xiao Hou could guess what he was thinking at this moment.

Once upon a time, she just wanted to get the secret of immortals from An Bochen. The little servant boy that night was confused, silly and stupid, and innocent, making her unable to kill. However, she did not expect that in just ten days, in the blink of an eye, the little servant boy transformed into a powerful family, and used guns to face the king, becoming a hero in the eyes of the people of Liujing. Although fate is difficult to figure out, fate makes people suffer, and there is no way to overcome birth, old age, sickness and death. In the eyes of others, An Bochen is so lucky today, but in Sima Jin's heart, An Bochen should not be like this. He should have been simple, rather than bearing the pressure that no one knows, standing alone in the center of the martial arts field, sinking deeper and deeper in the whirlpool of Liujing.

After all, it was all because of my own forced man that night.

Sima Jin was inexplicably thinking. She also knew that she shouldn't think about these things and shouldn't have meaningless sympathy, but when she thought of the young man who gradually fell in love with telling cold jokes and would be shy after saying them, but still enjoyed it, Sima Jin felt a little soft-hearted.

"Do you know the sword fetus?"

The old man's voice sounded, and Sima Jin hesitated for a moment and did not turn around.

"A man is like a sword body. When it is first released, there are good and bad things. Good people are naturally cared for in every way. Even if they cannot make famous swords, they can be hung high and tied up in the shelves. The bad sword body is either abandoned in the wilderness or destroyed by ordinary soldiers. Perhaps some people have spent their time and effort to smel them into famous swords, but it is difficult and difficult, and few people can achieve it."

Indeed, in Dakuang, origin almost determines everything.

Listening to Xiao Hou’s metaphor, Sima Jin nodded secretly, but didn’t know what Xiao Hou meant.

"But there is a first-class sword fetus, which does not belong to the above two."

Upon hearing this, Sima Jin felt inexplicable emotions, and then listened to Mr. Xiao continue.

"The sword body, no matter whether it is good or bad, or how long it is buried in dust, will eventually come out. It is just because it is a natural peerless sword."

With his body trembling slightly, Sima Jin looked at the boy standing silently, and after a while, his clenched fist gradually loosened.

......

His eyes were wandering on An Bochen. After a long time, Liujun's expression gradually became gloomy, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Congratulations to you, this son is calm in the face of danger, the young man is brave, and he will be generous in the future."

Seeing that Liu Jun showed displeasure, the old general surnamed Fang hesitated for a moment, took a step forward, and clasped his fists to congratulate him.

"Your wisely knows talents. In the future, our country will produce another powerful general, and it depends on your wisdom today."

Another veteran walked to the meeting with joy on his face and said with his fists.

Soon, several veterans walked out "happily", pretending not to understand Liu Jun's wishes, and echoed with haha.

If An Bochen had not defeated Li Lin, who had a secret skill with an innocent shot, these veterans would not have disobeyed the emperor's will. On the surface, they were celebrating, but secretly persuaded Liu Jun to open the net. The veteran generals had a vicious eye, so how could they not see the anger that Liu Jun was holding back.

Duke Huo was dead, and there were no generals in the country, but he could not be without generals. Most of the old generals present belonged to neither the left nor the right. They were neutral forces in the country, which was the existence that Liujun needed to win over.

After looking at An Bochen deeply, Liujun snorted coldly and wanted to leave.

"Please stay."

A clear voice came from the right side of the martial arts venue, with a few smiles faintly in it.

An Bochen raised his head and turned his eyes to see Sima Jin put his hands behind him, looking at him.

Finally, I have waited for this moment.

An Bochen took a deep breath, feeling inexplicably, a little reluctant and a little disappointed.

Although she failed to achieve a draw that was unbeatable as planned earlier, since she won, she deserved the reward of Liujun. Sima Jin used the mouth of the prince to seek Jiuchenjun, which was a great achievement for her.

However, the day of success is the time of separation.

"It's Mr. Li..."

"I heard that Mr. Li was infected for several days and it was rare to go out today, just to watch his disciples' battle."

......

It was not until this time that the people remembered that there was a person who could not be ignored in the martial arts field today, but because An Bochen was too popular, he actually overshadowed his son.

Everyone looked at the carriage behind Sima Jin curiously, but Li Xiaoguan's face was pale and his face kept twitching. Young Master Ye Li was chopped off his head in front of him, and he still remembered it freshly. But when listening to the familiar voice, it was clear that young master was undoubtedly.

A strong fear rose from Li Xiaoguan's heart, his mind was in chaos, and he couldn't help but tremble, making Afu and Pingzi beside him confused.

As soon as his steps were fixed, Liujun turned around and looked down at the carriage carrying Mr. Li, and asked after a long time.

"What else?"

"The people of the grass remember that the king's order wrote that the winner can ask the king for reward."

"Boldly leave the young master..."

Liuchen's scolding came from the attic beside him. Before he could finish speaking, Liujun raised his hand and stopped him.

"I promise a thousand gold. Since I have made a promise, I will follow it."

As he said that, Liujun turned to An Bochen, his eyes flashed, and he pondered.

"What do you want?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes gathered on Amberchen, just waiting for him to ask for reward.

Retracting his gaze towards Sima Jin, An Bochen held a gun and bowed to Liujun, saying respectfully.

"The grass-roots like to watch plays, and they won by chance today. They don't ask for anything else, but only the doll that the young master gave to Miss Yinghong in the past."

The young man's calm voice came out, and Liu Jun was slightly surprised and then fell silent.

In and outside the martial arts venue, both ordinary people and princes and ministers were surprised. They thought An Bochen was either seeking official positions or seeking wealth. No one expected that he had worked hard to win this competition, and all he wanted was a playboy.

"So it's a play puppet..."

But there was a person who looked deep in thought, and in a flash, a deep joy surged in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Xin'er?"

"Xin'er is fine...I'm just a little surprised."

On the pavilion to the west, the charming woman standing behind Lizhu said calmly, clenching her fists.
Chapter completed!