Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

"Oh? Director Kang, what's the matter?" Zhuo Bufan had a good impression of him, after all, he helped him find a plant of ice grass.

Kang Weiguo said lightly: "I would like to invite Mr. Zhuo to be the president of our Xuzhou Wushu Association."

Hearing his words, the corners of Jin Yuqian's mouth twitched violently, but he didn't speak. If a master is not qualified to be the president, who can take it.

Jin Hui clenched his fists, feeling extremely upset, but he didn't dare to speak. Facing Zhuo Bufan, he felt powerless, as if he was a small boat floating in the boundless sea.

The other directors looked at each other, and Elder Liu was the first to cup his hands and said, "Mr. Zhuo, I also think it would be great if you can be the president of our Xuzhou Martial Arts Association."

Elder Ma also cupped his hands and said, "I hope Mr. Zhuo will not refuse!"

Elder Hu refused to lag behind and said, "Mr. Zhuo is honored to be the president of the Martial Arts Association."

When everyone was talking, it seemed that they automatically forgot that Jin Yuqian was still standing beside him. The current president of Xuzhou Martial Arts Association's complexion became uglier than a pig's liver.

"It seems inappropriate for me to be the president of the Martial Arts Association?" Zhuo Bufan frowned.

Jin Yuqian hesitated for a moment, took a step forward, cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Zhuo deserves to be the president of the Xuzhou Martial Arts Association. I, Jin, have absolutely no complaints."

Martial artists usually have stronger abilities than ordinary people, and martial arts requires the use of traditional Chinese medicine to treat injuries and torment the body. They often haunt ancient forests in remote mountains where no one can find precious medicinal materials that many people can't find.

Zhuo Bufan thought for a while, nodded and said: "Everyone respects me so much, wouldn't it be rude if I don't follow up, but I'm still studying, so I hope that the chairmanship will be handed over to Mr. Kang, I'll just be an honorary president."

Hearing his words, Kang Weiguo was stunned for a moment, everyone looked at each other, and finally looked at Kang Weiguo and shouted: "President Kang."

Jin Yuqian also cupped his hands and shouted, "President Kang."

Kang Weiguo looked at Zhuo Bufan's eyes, hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "Since Mr. Zhuo believes in me, then I won't refuse anymore."

Kang Youming's face was full of joy. As the president of a martial arts association in an urban area, he possessed quite a lot of power, and he himself also rose with the tide.

Zhuo Bufan was naturally not interested in the position of president, and said calmly: "By the way, don't publicize my affairs, I don't want to be too public, and if you can find Bing Ningcao, remember to let me know, of course you won't let it go for nothing. Give it to me, and I will pass on a practice to you."

Hearing Zhuo Bufan's words, everyone was stunned.

Cultivation techniques are the most important thing for a warrior. If the real essence is gasoline, then the cultivation technique is the engine, the most important thing.

Generally, only martial arts families and super-powerful sects have martial arts mentality, and they are only passed on to core disciples and younger disciples, and ordinary people can't get this thing at all.

To put it bluntly, even the Xuzhou Martial Arts Association only shared a few very simple mental methods, and disciples who still need to pass the rigorous examination can practice.

After finishing speaking, Zhuo Bufan didn't talk nonsense, and asked someone to take a pen to write silently.

He traveled in the starry sky at the beginning and learned countless martial arts secrets, but later on, his mana became so powerful that he gradually stopped using physical fighting techniques.

The mind method Zhuo Bufan wrote down was an entry-level exercise called "Dragon Elephant Technique" in a "Tiehuazong" on "Yueyang Planet". The Buddha looks like a real dragon.

"This is for you, if anyone can help me find Bingningcao, I will give you a higher level of exercises in the future." Zhuo Bufan handed the written exercises to Kang Weiguo.

Kang Weiguo and several directors looked at each other with wide eyes, then frowned at the same time, and then showed shock. They have been practicing martial arts for decades, and they understand the most basic things, so they can see this set of exercises. Very powerful.

Everyone wants to know how Zhuo Bufan came from, not to mention being a master in his teens, he can easily write a peerless exercise, and there will be even more amazing exercises in the future.

Many people have already made up their minds to find out about Bingningcao.

...

Sifangmen's headquarters.

An independent European-style villa, magnificent, precious crystal shop, etc., Persian handmade velvet blankets.

Qiu Sihai was sitting on the Italian leather sofa, with a Havana cigar in his mouth, priced at two hundred dollars apiece, puffing away comfortably, waved his hands and said, "You guys all go down first."

"Yes, Fourth Master." Several bodyguards standing in the living room nodded and retreated.

Only Qiu Jinse was left alone standing in front of Qiu Sihai, the faint smile on Qiu Sihai's face suddenly faded, his eyes glowed coldly, staring at Qiu Jinse: "Are you in love with Zhuo Bufan? Do you remember who gave you food back then?"

"I didn't fall in love with him. I know, you saved me and gave me food." Qiu Jinse bit her lower lip hard, with a trace of fear in her eyes.

"Who gave you nice clothes and let you live in such a nice house, do you remember?"

"You gave it to me."

Suddenly, Qiu Sihai stood up, took off the cigar in his mouth, and suddenly pressed the red-hot cigarette end directly on Qiu Jinse's snow-white shoulder, and the smell of white smoke and barbecue came out.

Qiu Jin pulled back in pain, her teeth clenched blood on her lower lip, but she didn't even groan.

Qiu Sihai looked at her and sneered, "I gave you everything you have now, if you don't listen to me, I will take it all back and let you live in endless darkness."

"I...I know." Qiu Jinse said with all her strength, her head covered in cold sweat from the pain.

Qiu Sihai hummed: "Don't forget your mission, make good use of your body to seduce Zhuo Bufan to sleep with you, as long as my business is done, I will never treat you badly, you know?"

"I see."

After finishing speaking, Qiu Sihai gave him a cold look, stretched out his hand while supporting the spiral staircase, and walked slowly towards the second floor.

Qiu Jinse looked at the white arm that was scalded and blistered, her eyes were red, and she knelt down on the ground weakly.

...

Zhuo Bufan didn't see Qiu Sihai and Qiu Jinse after he left the boxing arena, frowned slightly, shook his head and said, "Others regard me as a little kid, but who knows that I have lived for three hundred years, and I have already treated you Your tricks are very clear."

As he was talking, he suddenly saw two Wuling Hongguang vehicles driving across the road diagonally. The wheels squeaked and wiped a few black marks on the concrete floor, and the doors opened with a swipe.

Several youths in leather jackets jumped out of the car, iron bars in their hands.

The leading man had the word 'forbearance' tattooed on his neck and was dressed in a hip-hop style.

"Your name is Zhuo Bufan?"

Zhuo Bufan frowned and nodded.

"Then it should be you, call me." The hip-hop man didn't talk nonsense, he spoke directly, and several young people rushed towards Zhuo Bufan.

"Aren, you're fucking going to die." Suddenly a loud shout sounded from the side, the hip-hop man and several young people froze at the same time, turned their heads, and saw Zang Yun and Fu Leng striding over.