Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

It doesn't matter if Hou Qiang is dead, Hou Dongjun will not fight for a third-generation junior and Zhuo Bufan, the key is that Zhuo Bufan is too young, but has such great supernatural powers, there must be a very powerful master behind him, but his master is dead , should have left behind many treasures.

This is what fascinates the spellcaster the most.

Tan Songtao stood up and said with a serious expression: "Elder He, what do you mean?"

He Hongmiao snorted coldly, shook his head, and then said slowly, "Elder Tan, don't you understand? As long as you take out the things inherited from the Tan family, everyone can continue to live in peace."

"The ancestors of our three families come from the same line, and we should have the same hatred in the face of the outside world. You actually betrayed our Tan family?" Tan Songtao said angrily.

"Elder Tan, we are not affiliated families of your Tan family, how can we talk about betrayal? It's just that your Tan family hides it too deeply, and actually hides a secret treasure and refuses to share it." He Hongmiao said coldly.

Tan Songtao, Tan Jiyong, Tan Yong, Tan Xiang and other members of the Tan family turned pale. The Hou family, the He family, and the members of the Black Witch Cult could not be resisted by a small Tan family.

Hou Dongjun came back to his senses, with the help of He Hongmiao, and the great priest of the Black Witch Cult, no matter how powerful Zhuo Bufan was, he would still be hated on it today.

"It's just that this Fengshui master from the south of the Yangtze River was a pleasant surprise. If you are willing to tell us all about your treasures and inheritance, we will let you go today." Hou Dongjun looked at Zhuo Bufan and said.

Zhuo Bufan is super powerful, although they together will not be afraid of Zhuo Bufan, but when it comes time to fight to the death, if Zhuo Bufan pulls a backer, he will be severely injured, and no one wants to be that unlucky guy.

"I will kill everyone who comes today!"

Zhuo Bufan said with the same expression.

"I don't know whether to live or die." He Hongmiao said coldly.

After all, He Hongmiao and Hou Dongjun looked at each other, and they both had the same thought in their hearts. If the high priest came over, the strength of the Black Witch Cult would be enough to crush their two families. There is no benefit.

It would be better to take advantage of the fact that the high priest didn't come to kill Zhuo Bufan, and carve up everything on him.

Hou Dongjun took out a palm-sized wooden sword from his bosom and threw it into the air. It became larger in the wind and turned into a three-foot-long wooden sword, shining with clear light.

He Hongmiao spat out a black bead, "thousand weights, rock bondage."

Some kind of strange light radiated from the black beads, immediately Zhuo Bufan's body sank, his feet sank three inches into the ground, his body seemed to be pressed by a huge boulder, as heavy as a thousand weights.

At the same time, two palms made of mud appeared on the ground and grabbed his feet, making him unable to move.

"Kill." A chill flashed in Hou Dongjun's eyes, and he manipulated the wooden sword with his fingers to circle the air. This hand is somewhat similar to the flying sword, but it is too far away from the real flying sword. Zhuo Bufan splashed across 800 meters and killed Minako Yamano .

But Hou Dongjun can only control the wooden sword within a range of 100 meters. After this range, his mana can't support it. Even if he can barely support it, the wooden sword loses its killing power.

"He Hui, Elder Hou, our three families are like-minded, and we have lived together for a hundred years, but today you want to deal with our Tan family with the Black Witch Cult, so don't blame me, Tan, for being ruthless." Tan Songtao said, pinching his hands With the Fa Jue, wind blades transformed into shapes and swept towards He Hongmiao. He Hongmiao hurriedly freed a hand, took out another bead and threw it in the air. The bead was suspended above his head, and a light golden transparent copper bell was buckled upside down, covering him and forming a shield. The wind blade hit it, There was a sound of metal clanging, "Elder Hou, make a quick decision, I can't hold on

How long do you live. "

The corner of Zhuo Bufan's mouth turned into a sneer, he shook his head, his whole body was shaken, the palms turned into mud under his feet were shattered, and he rushed out violently.

Both He Hongmiao and Hou Dongjun were stunned. He Hongmiao cursed Zhuo Bufan. If a boulder was carried on his body, ordinary people might be crushed to death, let alone move. But Zhuo Bufan ran like the wind and was not affected at all.

"Fist conquers mountains and rivers." Zhuo Bufan clenched his fist, and the bright and surging real energy seemed to make his fist burn, and he slammed on the wooden sword that was flying towards him.

The flying sword froze immediately and trembled for a moment, and soon the sword god had a spider-like crack, breaking inch by inch, Hou Dongjun's face flushed, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"This...my wooden sword, this is impossible." Hou Dongjun was terrified.

Hou Hexuan was even more heartbroken, it was the flying sword handed down by the Hou family, a magic weapon that had not been sacrificed for generations, it seemed to be made of wooden sword, but it was harder than King Kong, but it was smashed by Zhuo Bufan with his fist.

"Did I underestimate his strength over and over again?" Hou Dongjun stiffened.

"And you." Zhuo Bufan turned his head, his figure flickered, and he punched He Hongmiao.

He Hongmiao looked shocked, but he was standing in the shadow of the golden bell, even if the shells hit him, they might not be able to hurt him, but he regretted it the next moment.

Zhuo Bufan's fist was fiercer than a cannonball. He shattered the light and shadow golden bell cover with one punch and hit his chest. He Hongmiao flew upside down, and the khaki bead in his hand shattered instantly.

Although most of the power of the fist was blocked by the light and shadow of the golden bell cover, when it hit He Hongmiao's body, it still sent him flying more than ten meters away. The whole body was shocked, and four sternums were broken.

After all, spellcasters mainly cultivate mental power, and their physical training is not as good as ordinary dark energy warriors.

He Hongmiao and Hou Dongjun were defeated with two punches, and the audience fell into deathly silence.

"Not fun." Zhuo Bufan shook his head.

Everyone looked at him as if they were a monster.

"The great priest is here." Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, and the sound reached everyone's ears. Everyone came back to their senses, looked outside, and saw a group of people walking towards the far door, eight women with outstanding temperament and appearance in Miao costumes were actually carrying a sedan chair, and an old man in black robes walked in the front , with a wooden crutch in his hand, and a black mist wrapped around his body like silk, giving

People have a very sinister feeling.

"High Priest." Hou Dongjun, He Hongmiao, and everyone from the Hou family and the He family bowed and shouted respectfully.

The high priest nodded and frowned, "What's going on?"

"Reporting to the great priest, the Tan family invited a Fengshui master from Jiangnan, who is very powerful, we..." He Hongmiao said.

The high priest looked at Zhuo Bufan and was about to speak, but a man's voice came from Jiaozi, "Even Elder Hou and Elder He were defeated by him, it must be an expert in Jiangnan."

As he said that, a man dressed in ancient clothes flew out of Jiaozi, with a thin face and long and narrow eyes. He looked at Zhuo Bufan with continued surprise, "I didn't expect that the expert from the south of the Yangtze River is actually a young man, and the young master of the Black Witch Sect .”

Everyone in the Tan family entered Zhu Hantan, even the young master of the Black Witch Cult came in person.

Elder Liao and Liao Wen even hid in the crowd and did not dare to show their faces. After all, the Black Witch and the White Witch have always been hostile, and the White Witch has always been suppressed by the Black Witch Cult.

"If you are a smart person, you should understand that one more friend is better than one more enemy. As long as you don't get involved in this matter, our Black Witch Cult will not be your enemy." The young suzerain said confidently.

The Black Witch Cult is one of the most powerful organizations in the southwest region, as long as Zhuo Bufan is not a fool, he should understand the consequences of offending the Black Witch Cult.

"I said that anyone who comes over will be killed." Zhuo Bufan said lightly.

The young master frowned, "What did you say? Could it be that you want to be hunted down by the Black Witch Cult?" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Bufan grasped it empty-handedly, and his true essence condensed into a solid spear that he held in his hand. From the palm of the hand, it was thrown violently, piercing the young suzerain's shoulder blade, and flying directly with the people more than ten meters away.