Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

The audience was silent, the Pu family's sword king had the ninth level of dark energy, he was already qualified to see the master, and his sword king was superb, but now he was kicked to death like a child.

There are many people who can kill Pu Tiedao, but there are not many people who can kill Pu Tiedao so easily in the entire Dragon Kingdom.

"Could it be...that young man on the stage is a martial arts grandmaster, only a grandmaster can kill Pu Tiedao so easily." Someone said in amazement.

When the rest of the people heard what he said, they all showed astonishment on their faces.

Grandmasters are like dragons, there are not many grandmasters in the entire Dragon Kingdom, let alone such a young grandmaster.

"Wait, you still remember that there was a young master in Xuzhou who killed Liu Xuandao and defeated Dugu Passing Water. Could it be him?"

"Young Master!"

The audience below the stage was like boiling water, and there was a lot of noise.

Wang Bingshao, Liu Hanshi, Wang Kulv and Wang Ziyi's faces turned pale.

Wang Kulu gave a wry smile, he thought that he would be able to wash away the shame once he got acquainted with someone from the martial arts world, but he didn't expect Zhuo Bufan's footsteps to be so fast, Grandmaster, that is a god-like figure.

Hui Ku and Liu Miao on the stage felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, their eyes were fixed on Zhuo Bufan, and their spines felt chills.

"Grandmaster warrior?" Liu Miao gritted his teeth. Even he had just glimpsed the way of the grandmaster, and he didn't even step in. When he really faced the master warrior, he only felt weak all over his body.

"Master Liu, you can't keep it anymore. You can't kill this son today. We will all die here." The smile on Huiku's face was restrained, he was smiling all the time, but now he couldn't laugh anymore.

After finishing speaking, Huiku bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a few drops of blood. Suddenly, four red silk threads stretched out from the four corners of the southeast, northwest, and with a hazy red light, they instantly enveloped the entire auction stage. Countless red silk threads floated in the air. In the air, it looks as soft as silk, but when you look closely, the place where the red line gently crosses is like cutting butter, easily cut open.

"I have cultivated the love threads of the world for decades, even a grand master can trap it. Hall Master Liu, why don't you hurry up." Hui Ku folded his hands together, his spiritual energy fluctuated like ocean waves, obviously exhausted all the spiritual energy in his body .

Liu Miao also understands that if she doesn't punish Yingsha today, she will die herself.

Zhuo Bufan didn't rush, he wanted to see if the two of them had any other means to reach the sky.

"Okay, since that's the case, I have to fight to the death." Liu Miao said, and took out a transparent glass bottle, which contained three blood pellets, and swallowed them all.

Muscles squirmed all over Liu Miao's body, and his figure swelled by a third. He was stronger than O'Neal in the NBA. His veins were bulging and tangled like a horned dragon. The most surprising thing was that his eyebrows turned blood red, dripping a drop of blood. .

This is the exuberance of Qi and blood in the whole body to the peak, and the body can no longer bear it, so the essence and blood will overflow.

At this time, Liu Miao's body has undergone earth-shaking changes, his momentum changed suddenly, and there was a faint sound of piercing through the air with his gestures, and he abruptly raised his cultivation to the level of wireless close to a master.

"Forcibly increase the strength, I am afraid that you will have the strength to fight against the grandmaster." Someone said with wide-eyed eyes.

Zhuo Bufan frowned, Liu Miao's strength was indeed a bit higher, the last time he killed Dugu Passing Water, although the opponent had been famous for a long time, but he was old after all, and his blood was not as vigorous as a middle-aged man like Liu Miao. Even if Miao hadn't stepped into the realm of a master, her strength at this time could still compete with Dugu Shaoshui.

There was a hint of joy in Hui Ku's eyes.

But even so, Liu Miao didn't finish. Instead, he pinched his wrist with his palm, stomped his right foot on the ground, and shouted, "I look up to the blue sky, and all the masters are by my side. Please go up to me, Master Patriarch."

"God hit?" There was a hint of surprise in Huiku's eyes.

God's attack is like inviting God to the upper body, Prajna is like a god, but the harm to the body is also obvious, ranging from serious injury to the body, to death. The ancient god of war, the ancient patriarch, that is the real bull fork.

Everyone in the audience has gone crazy. At this time, Liu Miao has become a grand master, exuding a violent breath from his body, rolling and flying rocks, only Zhuo Bufan shook his head. He exhausted the potential of his body in advance, and his body could not bear the pain in his body. His true essence has collapsed.

From now on, I'm afraid I won't be able to step into the threshold of a grandmaster again. Liu Miao has completely mobilized his murderous intentions. If he can't kill Zhuo Bufan today, there is no need to talk about stepping into the threshold of a grandmaster.

"Ah!" Liu Miao yelled suddenly, and punched Zhuo Bufan violently.

Zhuo Bufan stretched out his fists, and golden light radiated from the fists, "Sun Moon Ming Wang Fist, Zhenhai style."

With one punch, the air seemed to be distorted, as if a monstrous wave was rushing towards him. Liu Miao's fist was like a mud cow entering the sea. The two punched each other, and Liu Miao kicked back a few steps. When he stepped on the granite, it burst inch by inch, stabilizing his figure.

"That's right, take another punch from me, the Riyue Mingwang Fist, the eagle strikes the sky!" Zhuo Bufan yelled loudly, and his fist hit like jade again.

Liu Miao crossed his hands obliquely, crossed his arms, clicked, and his fist lightly touched his arm. The bones could be broken with the naked eye. Liu Miao's whole body plunged into the granite, and the powerful explosive force contained in the fist poured directly into his body. The body, arms, and spine exploded, and the whole skin oozes blood, die!

The people in the audience were completely stunned.

Liu Miao's strength instantly rose to the level of a master, but he only blocked two punches before dying.

"It's a pity that you are not a real grandmaster, otherwise you can catch my third punch." Zhuo Bufan shook his head and sighed.

At this moment, the entire auction platform has been shrouded in red mist, and Huiku's face has become extremely embarrassing. Even Liu Miao, who has been promoted to the realm of a master, was also beheaded by Zhuo Bufan. Could this guy really be a master!

"Do you have any last words?" Zhuo Bufan said while looking at Huiku indifferently.

A bean-sized cold sweat broke out on Huiku's forehead, and slowly flowed down the bridge of his nose to his trembling lips, "Don't pretend to be mysterious, you have already consumed an unknown amount of real energy in the battle with Pu Tiedao and Liu Miao, now Just let me kill you."

As he spoke, the red mist on the stage condensed into silk threads, like a king kong. Countless silk threads danced in the air, cutting through the air, forming a series of backflowing white mist, which was spectacular.

"The thread of love in the world of mortals, bundle up!" Hui Ku squeezed the seal and shouted loudly.

Those red threads flying in the air turned into streaks of red light, entangled towards Zhuo Bufan, Zhuo Bufan stood proudly, a powerful aura suddenly burst out from his body, forming a white air shield covering his body around.

"The gas mask is useless, my mortal love thread can cut off everything in the world." Hui Ku sneered.

But the next moment, he couldn't laugh anymore, because those red silk threads touched the white gas mask, and they were absorbed into it abruptly, and disappeared without a trace.