The Bad Man was nearly dead at the beginning and was picked up by Yang Shuzi and taken home

It must be said that although each of them is not strong, as long as there are enough people, the momentum they create is really terrifying.

With a roar, the Luzhou people who were being detained covered their ears one by one and showed painful expressions.

But Anton didn't react at all, he just complained, "Eh~ so noisy!"

“Hahahahaha…!”

Zhu Youzhen looked at An Dongjun's calm expression and laughed wildly towards the sky for no apparent reason.

He could no longer tell whether the man in front of him was really crazy or stupid, and wondered how could Li Cunli, one of the Thirteen Guardians of the Tongwenguan, be such a fool?

And Anton Jun still looked at him calmly, tapping the drumstick lightly with his left hand fingers, one by one, as if he was counting something.

Looking at Zhu Youzhen who was laughing non-stop with a crazy look on his face, An Dongjun waited for a while, then pretended to be impatient and said:

"In a word, do you want to gamble?"

"Bet! Of course I bet!"

Zhu Youzhen's laughter lasted for more than ten breaths before he slowly stopped. He wiped the slightly red corners of his eyes and stopped smiling.

"Okay, then please release these people first."

Hearing Zhu Youzhen's agreement, An Dongjun pointed at the group of people and said.

"I'm betting with you, which is already giving face to Tongwenguan. Do you think you are still qualified to negotiate with me now?"

Zhu Youzhen returned to the dragon throne, lay there on his side, supported his head with his hands, and asked in a neutral tone.

“Of course, for example, I know the whereabouts of Li Chunfeng’s tomb, and Li Xingyun’s Tang Dynasty bloodline.

If you win, all the treasures of Longquan will be yours, including the immortality medicine. How about that? "

"Hmm~ Very tempting." After hearing him talk about the elixir of immortality, Zhu Youzhen was obviously lost in thought.

Seeing that there was a play, Anton continued, "Look, I'm about to start a fight with you. These people here will only get in the way, don't you think?"

"That makes sense." Zhu Youzhen waved his hand casually, "Let's take him away first."

Anton Jun didn't react much, he just smiled faintly at the group of people. This result was already good. In his original plan, the life and death of these people was not important.

I just mentioned it. It would be best if they could survive. If not, it's okay. I have tried my best. After all, the real purpose of this trip was not them.

Because I am not a good person either.

However, Li Xingyun didn't think so after seeing what his senior brother did to deceive Zhu Youzhen for the sake of the people.

I secretly commented in my heart that this person is truly a responsible person and is worthy of being someone I should learn from.

When the people left, they all looked at him, and then walked away in a hurry, without needing to be driven away by the Liang army at all.

Thanks to the bet between An Dongjun and Zhu Youzhen, they now have a chance to survive.

Although I am grateful to him, my life is still more important. I can't wait to leave here and really don't want to stay here any longer.

After they were taken away, Li Xingyun's prison car was also dragged next to Zhu Youzhen.

Anton Jun watched quietly as the only exit was closed and then blocked layer by layer by Liang army soldiers.

He took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and thought about how to delay some time.

Then he looked around at the soldiers, and finally looked at Zhu Youzhen, and slowly some ideas came to his mind.

"What time is it?"

"Huh?" Zhu Youzhen seemed to have not expected Anton Jun to suddenly ask such a question, but he still waved his hand, signaling his servant to tell him.

"Your Majesty, it is already two quarters past noon."

"Did you hear that?" Zhu Youzhen raised his chin, as if pointing at Anton Jun.

Anton Jun smiled faintly and shook the drumstick in his hand: "Okay, then this thing will definitely be in front of you before four quarters after noon."

Zhu Youzhen has become immune to it. He thinks that An Dongjun is deliberately provoking him, but he is not so easily fooled now.

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As a result of the Liang army's actions, a large open space has been cleared, and they are watching Anton Jun who is in the middle.

He just put the drumstick on his belt, then came to a Liang army flag and reached out to break off its flagpole.

While Liang Jun was still observing what he was going to do, he saw Anton Jun holding the flagpole with one hand and leaning back slightly.

As he twisted his body, he took a deep breath, gathered strength in his hands, and started to circulate the internal force of the sword in his body, injecting it into it.

When the charging time is up, a flagpole more than 10 feet long and with a thick arm, combined with the blessing of internal strength, makes Anton Jun's attack powerful.

"boom!"

I saw the flagpole was thrown out directly by Anton Jun. When the flagpole left his hand, an invisible ripple seemed to burst out in the middle, and a sonic boom sounded, flying all the way and raising dust on the ground.

The flagpole hit the big flagpole next to Zhu Youzhen's chariot at lightning speed.

"boom!"

After the big banner was hit, it exploded directly in the middle. Anton Jun clapped his hands and raised his eyebrows at Zhu Youzhen, as if to provoke him.

The Liang soldiers around him all opened their eyes wide, clenched their teeth, and the murderous aura in their eyes seemed to want to eat Anton-Jun alive.

Zhu Youzhen was equally angry. His eyes flashed with rage, his eyebrows were twisted together, his lips were trembling with anger, his chest was heaving violently, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

Obviously, he was extremely angry. Seeing that the Liang army did not move, he slapped the armrest of the seat and said angrily:

"Why are you all standing there? Come on, come to me!!!"

Anton Jun smiled slightly. This was exactly the effect he wanted. The angrier the better.

He came to the place where the war drum was placed just now, raised his hand to lift the war drum, and then threw it at the Liang army rushing towards him.

"Damn it, get out of the way!"

The Liang army at the point where the war drums hit were in a panic. They even took up their weapons and pushed each other, trying to leave there.

But there was nothing they could do. There were already many of them, and now they were crowded together, so they couldn't run away at all.

It was clearly a war drum, but after being strengthened by Anton Jun's internal strength, it was like a huge rock thrown from a catapult.

Those lucky ones were smashed into a mixture of solid and liquid.

And around there, even those Liang soldiers who had survived the battlefield or the old Liang soldiers who had experienced hundreds of battles could not suppress the strangeness in their stomachs when they saw this scene and began to retch.

But the Liang army, which was not in that direction, didn't care about that, but continued to rush towards Anton Jun with swords brandished.

Seeing this, Anton Jun came to another flag, broke down the flagpole using the same method, and rushed towards the Liang army as well.

He rushed straight into the enemy formation composed of thousands of soldiers, waving the flagpole in his hand at a lightning speed.

Every time he hit a Liang soldier, his armor and flesh would be shattered to pieces.

In a moment, blood and flesh flew everywhere, splashing on the bodies of all the people near the dead Liang army, and their armor was immediately stained with a few traces of blood red.

When Liang Jun first saw him using a flagpole as a weapon, they did not take it seriously. But when they saw the power of the flagpole in his hand, they became frightened.

Just like that, from the beginning when Liang Jun chose to face his attack head-on, he began to dodge with all his might.

But as I said, there were too many Liang troops, and there were always some less lucky ones who got hit.

As he swung the flagpole, every swing was accompanied by the enemy's screams, and every blow claimed a life.

Lord Anton was like a man walking in an unmanned area. Wherever the flagpole was waved, the Liang army fell down one after another like harvested wheat. No one could stop him.

At the same time, he was counting while hitting.

If Anton Jun is regarded as Sun Wukong, the flagpole is the golden cudgel, and the Liang army is like the heavenly soldiers and generals being beaten and crushed by him all the way.

Just keep fighting until...

"Crack!"