Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

"You are Zhuo Bufan?" Third Master Miao was stunned for a long while, then suddenly laughed and said, "It's really a coincidence, you injured my nephew Jiang Pu yesterday?"

"So what?" Zhuo Bufan said indifferently with an indifferent expression.

The third master Miao simply sat on the sofa, stroking a piece of green jade finger on his thumb, his eyes flashed brightly, "As expected of the young king of Jinling, my imposing manner is extraordinary, my ineffective nephew, compared to you, It's a lot worse."

Yang Yan, who was standing quietly beside him, cast a stern look in his eyes, and took a step forward, "Why did you talk to our third master?"

"Hey, Xiao Yan, this is the Young King of Jinling, you don't have the right to speak here." Third Master Miao waved his hand, and Yang Yan then backed away.

Tong Zong and Yan Wei were both stunned for a moment. Although they don't know why the third master Miao called Zhuo Bufan the Jinling Young King, but anyone who is not a fool can see that the two seem to have a feud. The taste is instant.

"Young King of Jinling, does the second young master of the Zhuo family have a feud with the third master?" Yan Wei said indifferently: "Could it be that the second young master Zhuo is so proud that he doesn't even give me Wei Shao and the Yan family face. "

When Third Master Miao heard his words, a chill flashed in his eyes.

This time, he used Mr. Tong as a go-between, just because he wanted to establish a relationship with the Yan family in Jeju and expand business matters. Unexpectedly, Zhuo Bufan even offended the Yan family.

Now Shao Wei of the Yan family and San Ye Miao, the new leader of Jinling, together, VS the young Wang Zhuobufan of Jinling.

"Zhuo Bufan, I've heard of your name. You were so prestigious in Jinling last year that even Chu Tian worshiped you, but I'm not like Chu Tian." Miao Sanye said, raising his head. Coming out, Mr. Tong felt a great pressure.

"In my eyes, Chu Tian is just a little guy who can't stand on the stage. You can defeat him, but I, Miao San, are not so easy to bully. Now you kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy. I think it is for the sake of the Zhuo family. How about spare your life?"

"Just because you and the Yan family are juniors, are you qualified to make me kneel?"

Zhuo Bufan shook his head helplessly, "If you really became a big shot, you wouldn't be ignorant of who I am, but it's a pity that you're living in a small place like Jinling and being a local owl, no matter it's information, your vision is too shallow. "

"What a crazy tone. I, Miao San, practiced martial arts since I was a child. I entered Yingmen at the age of five. No one has ever dared to speak to me in such a tone since I stepped into Anjin." Miao San was furious, and clasped his fingers together. , The whole body is chilling.

"I said before, it's because your vision is too narrow, Yelang is just arrogant."

Zhuo Bufan continued to shake his head.

"Okay, since you speak so loudly, let me teach the third master a lesson and see what you are capable of." After finishing speaking, Yang Yan kicked violently, creating a strong wind and a double image .

He is actually a master of dark energy, and his strength should be a level behind Qianbing.

There was a sinister smile on Miao Jiangpu's face. Yang Yan was an apprentice trained by his third uncle himself. He was very powerful. He had seen Yang Yan break a willow tree with a thick arm with his kick. This kick hurt Zhuo Bufan. On the head, ranging from concussion to death.

But when Yang Yan kicked over, Zhuo Bufan only lightly raised a finger to block Yang Yan's sharp attack.

And Zhuo Bufan still sat on the sofa, took a sip of red wine, and didn't even look at Yang Yan.

"This..." Yang Yan's pupils widened, with an inconceivable look in his eyes.

Miao Jiangpu, Mr. Tong, and Yan Wei were dumbfounded, blocking Yang Yan's sharp kick with just one arm. Even the third master Miao showed a dignified look, put away the contempt in his eyes, and added a gloomy look.

"Yang Yan, come back, you are no match for him." Miao Sanye stood up, and his whole body became more imposing.

"You are worthy of being the young king of Jinling. You really have two brushes. Otherwise, Chu Tian would not be convinced by you. But I, Miao San, am not Chu Tian." Miao San said, his five fingers forming hooks, like steel and iron, fiercely Zhuo Bufan grabbed it, and there was a scream in the air.

Zhuo Bufan glanced at him, Miao San's martial arts had stepped into the peak of dark energy, only one step away from the master, and the real energy in his body was surging like a river.

But he even kills a master like a dog, let alone a warrior who has not reached the realm of a master.

"Iron Eagle Claws!" The third master Miao's claws grabbed streaks of white air in the air, making every effort to grab Zhuo Bufan's throat at a tricky angle.

Zhuo Bufan raised his palm and sealed his throat, seemingly slowly but quickly, he actually grabbed Miao San's iron claws, squeezed hard, clicked, the sound of finger bones breaking was clear and loud, with a shake of his hand, Miao San flew upside down , smashed on the precious Persian blanket, and slid seven or eight meters before stopping.

"Third Master..." Yang Yan's throat was on fire, and his whole body was trembling.

He is not only Miao San's right-hand man, but also Miao San's closed disciple. He knows very well how powerful Miao San's iron eagle claws are. He has used traditional Chinese medicine for decades to boil his palms and finger bones, and even hard elm wood can claw out A mark several inches deep, let alone a human palm, can take away a large piece of flesh with a light swipe.

But just now Miao San's iron claw scraped Zhuo Bufan's palm, as if it had scratched a steel plate, there was not even a trace of white marks left, but Zhuo Bufan crushed the bones.

Yan Wei frowned tightly, the Yan family is a big family in Jeju, and the family also enshrines warriors, he also has some knowledge of martial arts, but he didn't expect Zhuo Bufan to be a warrior.

Mr. Tong's head was covered in cold sweat, his legs were shaking like a sieve, and his heart was extremely complicated. Who said Mr. Ye's husband was a jerk, a top-notch dude, he was clearly a superior man.

"No wonder, with Ye Ziqin's appearance and identity, how could he just find a dude." Yan Wei clenched his fists and thought to himself.

At this time, the bodyguards brought by Miao San took out their pistols one after another, aiming their black muzzles at Zhuo Bufan, and would shoot immediately if he made any abnormal movements.

"Uncle?" Miao Jiangpu came back to his senses, and looked at Zhuo Bufan fiercely, "Why are you still standing there, this guy even dares to hit my uncle, why don't you hurry up and shoot."

"Wait a moment."

Suddenly, the third master Miao who was lying on the ground shouted, and immediately looked at Zhuo Bufan with a changing expression, and then stood up enduring the pain, and slowly came to Zhuo Bufan, bent down and bowed, lowered his head, respectfully said : "Second Young Master Zhuo, are you the Shadow Killer of Xifeng Town?"

"Oh, you've heard my name?" Zhuo Bufan said indifferently, a little curious.

Hearing his words, Third Master Miao knelt on the ground with a thud, and said in panic: "Second Young Master, I am a disciple of Yingmen, and the elder of Yingmen warned me not to offend you."

As a martial artist, Mr. Miao also has sects, so he naturally knows many things that ordinary people don't know. It is rumored that Shadow Killing killed Liu Miao, the head of the Qinglong Gang, and the elders of the Hehuan Sect in Xifeng Town. It is rumored that he was only seventeen or eighteen years old. Recently, a monster appeared in the world of martial arts, killing the master was like killing chickens and dogs, and the third master Miao immediately thought of Zhuo Bufan.