Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

In the past few months of retreat, Zhuo Bufan has been attacking the middle stage of foundation establishment, and did not pay attention to the strength of his body. In fact, his body has absorbed enough strength. After being washed by lightning, he successfully broke through the fifth layer of golden skin.

If they were still in Xinsu, facing the Lightning M1 missile, they would definitely not be as embarrassed as they were last time.

Zhuo Bufan clenched his fist and felt a powerful force.

Immediately Zhuo Bufan turned into a ray of golden light, rushed to the top of the mountain, looked at the Hehuan Sect, the Black Witch Cult, and the Qinglong Gang, and said with a cracked smile, "You have been waiting for me for a long time, right?"

The expressions of the two elders of the Hehuan Sect suddenly changed.

The two hall masters of the Qinglong Gang frowned.

The faces of the two staff-wielding elders of the Black Witch Cult were gloomy.

The rest of the disciples and disciples were even paler, already terrified by the scene just now.

"Shadow Killer, you killed my young suzerain, if you go back with us now to make amends and admit your mistakes, maybe our suzerain can save your life!" An elder of the Hehuan sect said sternly.

"Just because you still have the guts to say such things to me?"

Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly and punched out, the fist seemed to be light and light, simple and vast, with a kind of annihilated resistance. The elder of the Hehuan Sect's complexion changed suddenly, and his body quickly backed away. He held the formula with both hands, and deployed several defensive spells, but his fist was as strong as a dragon, and he easily broke through all the barriers of spells. The bones in the elder's chest were broken inch by inch, and he flew upside down tens of meters.

Break several big trees in succession.

What's even more frightening is that the power in the punch directly shattered the soul.

Killing a member of the Hehuan Sect with one punch, everyone was stunned, such a terrifying strength, even their sect masters and suzerains did not have it.

"None need to leave today."

Zhuo Bufan looked at the members of Hehuan Sect coldly.

When he left the customs just now, his spiritual sense had already spread all over the valley, so he naturally witnessed the actions of the members of the Hehuan Sect, even a little girl was not spared. been persecuted by them.

"Everyone go together, there is only one of him." Someone yelled.

The Hehuan Sect, the Black Witch Cult, and the Azure Dragon Gang already knew that there was no way out, and they had an unending enemy with Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan didn't even use spells, he clenched his fists directly, his figure was like a gust of wind, someone would fly out from the pass, and within a minute all the people standing on the entire mountain were blown away.

Especially those from the Hehuan Sect, Zhuo Bufan directly killed them all, leaving no room for them.

With the last punch, Pavilion Master Ge was also sent flying, breaking two uncles, spitting out blood, and looking at Zhuo Bufan in horror.

Zhuo Bufan's fighting power seems to be much stronger than it was a few months ago, and he has improved so fast in just a few months. If another ten years pass, who else will be his opponent in this Dragon Kingdom.

An elder of the Black Witch Cult ran away against the wind, and he had already run 100 meters in the blink of an eye.

"Don't leave when you're here." Zhuo Bufan said, with the true essence flowing on the fingertips, he actually used the true essence to condense a bow and arrow, holding the bow in his left hand, and pulling the arrow with his right hand, a feathered arrow turned into a true essence Penetrating through the air, pulling out a long white trace in the air.

The feathered arrow pierced through the chest of the elder of the Black Witch Cult directly from the back and dissipated in the distance.

The elder of the Black Witch Cult fell to the ground, his soul was shattered by the true essence, and he was completely dead.

After all this was done, Zhuo Bufan beckoned to summon flames, and burned all the corpses on the ground into air, then looked at Ge Mingtang and said, "Your heart is not bad, I won't kill you. Go back and tell you the leader of the Qinglong Gang, three days later." After that, I will wait for him at Su's house."

Ge Mingtang got up from the ground, clutched his chest, looked at Zhuo Bufan's receding back, and cupped his hands, martial arts people only worship the strong.

Although Zhuo Bufan is an enemy of the Qinglong Gang, he is also a real strong man, worthy of admiration.

In a short time, the news that Shadow Killer came out of the valley spread throughout the underground world of Northeast China, and the world of martial arts and magic was shocked. Zhuo Bufan killed three young masters. These three forces have an endless relationship with Shadow Killer.

Three days later, the news about Zhuo Bufan's battle with the Qinglong Gang, the Hehuan Sect, and the Black Witch Cult in Su's Vietnam quickly spread!

Zhuo Bufan went down the mountain to find a villager's house and walked in.

It was the old woman and little girl I had seen on the top of the mountain just now.

"Grandma, may I ask what day it is?" Zhuo Bufan asked politely.

Seeing Zhuo Bufan's delicate features, the old woman looked at the old-fashioned calendar on the wall, "Master, it's December 3rd of the lunar calendar now."

"Chinese New Year is coming soon?" Zhuo Bufan frowned, he had been retreating for more than three months.

"By the way, old woman, do you have anything to eat?"

Although Zhuo Bufan can eat the wind and drink the dew, he has not really reached the realm of immortals and does not eat the fireworks of the world. He has not eaten for three months, and he still has a feeling of hunger after he came out of the retreat.

"I don't have anything to eat at home. It's very simple. If the young master doesn't dislike it, I'll serve you a meal." The old woman said, walking towards the kitchen.

The little girl pouted angrily, looked at Zhuo Bufan with wide eyes, and muttered to herself: "Our family is so poor, and there are people who come to beg for food."

Zhuo Bufan couldn't laugh or cry when he heard his words.

Who is he, not to mention that he is a master of martial arts, a true cultivator of immortality. But Chaofan Group now has an annual income of tens of billions, and it won't take him three years for him to be on the Forbes list. Some people actually regard him as a beggar.

After eating something, Zhuo Bufan left behind two elixirs, which were both refined from the spiritual grass in the valley. Ordinary people can cure all diseases and strengthen their bodies by taking them. Another bank card left.

All the way Zhuo Bufan returned along the road, and went to visit Huniu, Song Yun, Qin Man and others.

For three months, neither long nor short, the members of the Azure Dragon Gang focused all their attention on him, but no one came to trouble them.

Although Huniu has not yet come out of the shadow of losing her grandfather, but with Song Yun and Tan Man taking care of her, she is quite happy.

Rejecting the proposal of the two women to stay with him for a few days, Zhuo Bufan headed south all the way towards Su's house.

If he didn't guess wrong, Ye Zi should have gotten the news, and returned to Su's house from Jinling to wait for him.

"Let Zi worry again!" Zhuo Bufan sighed.

At this moment, he was about to speed up and rush back to Su's house, but a Land Rover stopped beside him, "Hey, how do you walk when it's so cold, do you want to give you a ride?"

The car window fell down, revealing a pretty face, it was a girl in her early twenties, and there was a young man sitting beside her.

"Cousin, although you have a good heart, you are not afraid of encountering bad people if you pick up passers-by casually?" The young man frowned.

The woman said: "What are you afraid of? Uncle Guan is still with us. Besides, my mother said that I can help others if I can, and do more good deeds."

Zhuo Bufan glanced at them, and then his eyes fell on the back seat. There was a middle-aged man with his eyes closed in the back seat. "Thank you." Zhuo Bufan nodded, anyway, his running speed was about the same as that of a car.