Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

The camp is not too big, Zhuo Bufan randomly found a restaurant and walked in, it was a very ordinary Chinese restaurant, about middle grade, but it was already full of people around noon.

With Zhuo Bufan's current cultivation base, it's okay to not eat or drink for a week, and he still has dragon fish pills on his body, so he eats at this restaurant just to hear some news.

There are ordinary people in the restaurant, many people are wearing down jackets and padded jackets, they are all dressed in modern clothes, but Zhuo Bufan felt a few warriors in the restaurant.

Zhuo Bufan ordered something casually, then pretended to eat, spread his consciousness, and listened to the conversation of these people.

There are three tables separated by the author, a middle-aged man and a young man and a woman, talking.

"Uncle, is the news true? I heard that the falling dragon is about to appear?"

"I heard it too. Anyway, I'm fine at home. It's good to take you out to see the sky, so as not to sit and watch the sky."

"Uncle, it would be great if this news is true. If I can get some flesh and blood from Jiaolong's body and take it back to make alchemy, maybe I can break through to the grandmaster realm before I'm thirty!" the young man said in a low voice.

The middle-aged man frowned and said: "Martial arts practice is also one's own cultivation. It is not advisable to use foreign things after all, and it will even ruin your future. Medicine is only for assistance. A martial arts master needs true energy, martial arts will, and martial arts skills. Only when they are united and solidified together can they be regarded as masters."

Zhuo Bufan frowned, listening to their conversation, these warriors who appeared in the camp really came for Jiaolong, but he got the news from the Tan family, and the Tan family didn't know about it, probably only people from the Black Witch Cult I know, could it be that the news was released by the Black Witch Cult?

However, the sect of the Hehuan Sect is located in the northeast region, so they should also know about the falling dragon from the rafters.

Zhuo Bufan's consciousness landed on the two bearded men sitting by the window. They were wearing thick mink fur and velvet caps, talking in a low voice.

"Brother, this time the Falling Dragon Mountain Range is open, do we two brothers have a chance to get some money?"

"Hehe, get some money? Are you fools of the Black Witch Sect, Hehuan Sect, and Qinglong Gang? It's not our turn. Besides, I heard that Shadow Killer seems to be coming in this direction, probably for the sake of falling. dragon."

"Aren't the Black Witch Cult, the Hehuan Sect, and the Qinglong Gang all going to kill shadows? If they fight, then we brothers can take the opportunity to make a fortune."

"Let's see when the time comes. It's better to go back to the hotel and take a good rest. We have to work in the Juling Mountains tomorrow. Let's see the situation."

Zhuo Bufan withdrew his consciousness, how did these people know his whereabouts and that he came here?

Zhuo Bufan hasn't even connected to the Internet recently, so he naturally doesn't know that he has become a celebrity in the dark world, and his whereabouts have been posted on the Internet.

"Juling Mountain Range?" Zhuo Bufan narrowed his eyes slightly, and left the restaurant after paying the bill. After leaving the hotel, Zhuo Bufan went for a stroll in the park and found some old men and women to learn about some legends about the falling dragon.

The whole country was shocked at that time, but at that time the Internet was not well developed, and people who knew it were better, let alone people who had seen it with their own eyes, but Zhuo Bufan also got a lot of information, it is estimated that there is really Jiaolong's corpse here. Zhuo Bufan also asked about the Juling Mountain Range. In the north of the camp, there is a rolling mountain range, like a barrier of green hills, stretching across the sky. The weirdest thing is that the mountains are shrouded in clouds and mists all the year round. People who entered the mountains disappeared, and no one came out alive, so the mountains are also called by the locals.

There is only a mountain of death, and generally no one dares to go deep into it.

After a night's rest, Zhuo Bufan sat in the room, exhaled and adjusted his body to the most perfect state.

After all, tomorrow he might meet people from the Hehuan Sect, the Qinglong Gang, or even the Black Witch Cult. He and these people are already inseparable, and a war cannot be avoided at all.

The Moon Rabbit falls, and the Golden Crow rises, refracting gorgeous colorful light through the clouds and mist.

Zhuo Bufan packed his things, left the hotel and set off. Along the way, he searched for remote places, carried enough real energy and ran faster than riding a bicycle. In less than two hours, he arrived at the bottom of the mountain range.

But at this time, the bottom of the mountain range was already full of bodyguards in black clothes and black trousers, about a hundred people, blocking the entire pass into the mountain, and even the nearby villagers were not allowed to go up the mountain.

"Grandma, are you not going up the mountain?" Zhuo Bufan asked when he saw an old lady with a hunched back and a bamboo basket was blocked back.

"Hey, I can't go up the mountain, it's all blocked by people, it's Mr. Wei who sealed the mountain, and we are not allowed to go up." The old woman coughed lightly and sighed.

Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly, "Who is Master Wei?"

"Young man, you are not from our place, don't you even know Wei Zhongkui?" The eldest wife said kindly, "He is the most powerful person in our place, and I can't afford to offend him. I advise you to leave quickly, young man. There must be something going on here."

After finishing speaking, the old woman walked towards the village with a bamboo basket on her back.

Zhuo Bufan narrowed his eyes slightly, and then strode towards the mountain pass with big strides. If he walked around, he could go up, but it would waste a lot of time.

As soon as he reached the mountain pass, a bodyguard in black stood up and looked at Zhuo Bufan coldly, "Master Wei has ordered that this mountain be sealed off, and no one else can enter."

Zhuo Bufan raised his palm and was about to kill these people directly into the mountain when he suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Uncle, are there really dragons here?"

Turning his head, he saw a woman in black leather pants and a white down jacket, next to a middle-aged man in a purple gold-edged Tang suit, about fifty years old, followed by a group of strict bodyguards.

"I don't know if it's true?" the middle-aged man in Tang suit said.

"Hey, what are you doing? No one is allowed to enter here, hurry up and leave." The bodyguard following behind the middle-aged man in Tang suit saw Zhuo Bufan sternly scolded.

The middle-aged man and the woman next to him looked up and saw Zhuo Bufan standing at the entrance of the mountain.

"Hey, why is it you?" the woman exclaimed. This woman is Zhang Yuxuan who Zhuo Bufan rescued yesterday, but she did not expect to meet Zhuo Bufan here.

The middle-aged man in Tang suit frowned suspiciously, "Xiaoxuan, do you know him?"

"Uncle, didn't I tell you yesterday that I was robbed, or that he saved me, and he knows martial arts." Zhang Yuxuan said truthfully.

The middle-aged man in Tang suit waved his hand, and the bodyguards standing in front of Zhuo Bufan stepped back.

"This little brother, my name is Wei Zhongkui, do you know the name of the little brother Gao?" Wei Zhongkui asked with a friendly expression on his face.

Wei Zhongkui is the underground overlord of the camp, rich and powerful, he can get to this point, he still has eyesight, in such a cold weather, Zhuo Bufan doesn't seem to be cold in his single clothes, and he beats two robbers with his bare hands, he should be a practitioner son.

"Zhuo Bufan." Zhuo Bufan said. Zhang Yuxuan said with a smile: "I thought you had already gone home, why did you come here?"