Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

When a large group of people came in, the auction couldn't be held any longer, and all the staff members in the audience withdrew.

Wang Wenwu and Wang Ya walked behind a middle-aged man with white and silver hair. The middle-aged man was wearing a snow-white Tai Chi suit embroidered with golden dragons, black thousand-layer-soled cloth shoes, with his hands behind his back.

The breath from the body exuded and suppressed everyone's breath.

Zhuo Bufan still sat on the chair unmoved, as if he didn't see him at all.

Someone nearby suddenly shouted: "Isn't that the black panther from Xinping County?"

"No, there is also Ye Beiliang from Beicheng."

"Brother Dadong from Nancheng is also here."

It turned out that there were three men behind Wang Wenwu, all of them looked like tigers and wolves, and at first glance they looked like powerful figures in their hands.

Chu Tian frowned and said: "I didn't expect that Yang Qi had already recruited several other big bosses as soon as he came back. This is really difficult."

He can only gamble now, pinning all his hopes on Zhuo Bufan.

What is the reason for so many bigwigs suddenly coming to Blue Valley City? Now hundreds of spectators are showing doubts on their faces. The combined abilities of this group of people may even be a head shorter than the mayor.

And these people, faintly headed by the middle-aged man with snow-white long hair standing in the middle, his status is the highest among these people.

"You are Zhuo Bufan? The one who drove away my younger brother and injured my nephew?" Yang Laoqi stared at Zhuo Bufan with sharp eyes like a falcon.

Like an eagle hovering in the air, it found its prey underground.

The eyes of Chen Qingai, Zhang Tongtong, Qin Yecang, Zhang Yue, Xu Yong, Jiang Lang and others fell on Zhuo Bufan with surprise and confusion.

These people actually came to find Zhuo Bufan?

"Who is this kid? He can make so many big bosses flock here."

"It seems that he offended the other party. I'm afraid he will die this time."

"With so many big bosses, anyone with the energy to reach the sky, even if Chu Tianye is covering him, I'm afraid he can't keep it."

Zhang Tongtong's face was full of nervousness and worry, he stretched out his small hand to pull the corner of Lazhuo Bufan's clothes, and said weakly: "Brother Bufan, what happened?"

"It's okay." Zhuo Bufan showed her a shallow smile, picked up the teacup and put it on the corner of his lips to take a sip, then slowly put it down.

That Yang Qi and the others were staring at each other, this guy's posture is too high, so many of them are present, they don't pay attention to it.

"Zhuo Bufan, you're too arrogant." A middle-aged man in a suit stood out from the crowd, it was Yang Laoba, and he stared at Zhuo Bufan with red eyes.

Yang Laoba was still pushing the wheelchair in his hand, and sitting on the wheelchair was a young man with disabled legs. It was his son Yang Tiancheng.

Since Yang Tiancheng was abolished by Zhuo Bufan, he has been immersed in sex, women and drugs all day long to numb himself. In his dreams, he wished to chop Zhuo Bufan into meat sauce.

"Zhuo Bufan, you are still pretending. Today is the day when my seventh uncle comes back." Yang Tiancheng grinned fiercely, holding the armrest with both hands, his knuckles turned white due to the force.

Zhuo Bufan had already put the teacup away, slowly raised his head, and said lightly: "I have let you off once, do you still dare to come back?"

"Zhuo Bufan, the tone is not small." Yang Qi finally couldn't bear it anymore, from the beginning until now Zhuo Bufan treated him like air.

"You're abolishing your martial arts now, I'll let you go." Zhuo Bufan looked at him and said calmly.

This sentence seemed to drop a grenade on the calm lake, Yang Qi, Wang Wenwu, Wang Ya, Yang Laoba, Yang Tiancheng and others all showed shock on their faces.

Everyone thought that Zhuo Bufan was either crazy, or crazy beyond bounds.

"Master Qi is a peerless master of the second rank of Anjin, how can you allow yourself to be presumptuous." A young man beside Yang Qi shouted angrily.

Zhuo Bufan glanced at him indifferently, and said with a sneer: "Duan Shanhe, you cut off your own arm and I let you leave Jinling. I gave you a chance but you don't know how to grasp it."

Duan Shanhe had an expression on his face, "Zhuo Bufan, you spoiled my good deeds and even made me cut off my own arm. I came back today to seek revenge from you."

"Trash." Zhuo Bufan shook his head with a look of disdain on his face.

"What did you say?" Duan Shanhe stared at Zhuo Bufan fiercely.

Zhuo Bufan said: "I'm not targeting you, but I'm saying that everyone here is rubbish, let's go together."

"Looking for death." Yang Qi was so angry that he could no longer maintain the demeanor of a peerless master, he was furious, Zhuo Bufan dared to be so presumptuous in front of him.

At this moment, a sudden voice sounded, "Yang Qi, go to hell."

I saw a figure rushing towards Yang Qi suddenly, holding a bright dagger in his hand, shining coldly under the light, the younger brother who stayed beside Yang Qi hadn't reacted yet, the other party was already close at hand.

Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly: "Chen Min?"

Yang Qi let out a cold snort from his nostrils, and actually stood motionless, standing in place like a sculpture, while Chen Min's eyes were already burning with anger, and he directly stabbed the opponent's waist with the dagger.

With a clear sound of "Bang", Chen Min was stunned, and the dagger in his hand was actually broken in two.

Zhang Tongtong and the audience, who were relatively close, saw the scene clearly. The dagger only scratched the clothes, leaving a shallow white mark on the waist.

"With your little tricks, you can't even enter the palace, and you still want to avenge your father!" Yang Qi's eyes sparkled, and his waist trembled.

Chen Minmin's arms went numb from the shock of a huge rebound, and his whole figure flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, hitting the crowd below.

At this moment, Zhuo Bufan slapped his seat and flew straight out, hugged Chen Min's waist with one hand, and landed on the open space while spinning.

Chen Min looked at Zhuo Bufan's handsome face, her heart beat faster, and her face turned slightly red.

Zhuo Bufan didn't look at her, he stared at Yang Qi and said, "What kind of expert is bullying a female class!"

"Damn it, Zhuo Bufan, Seventh Master Tiger Roaring Golden Bell Shade and Dragon Yin Iron Cloth have been practiced to the top, even the dagger can't pierce it, why don't you kneel down quickly." Duan Shanhe shouted loudly.

Wang Wenwu, Yang Laoba and the others already showed victorious smiles on their faces. No matter how powerful Zhuo Bufan was to suppress them, Zhuo Bufan would not be able to make waves.

"Then you give me a palm." Zhuo Bufan's right hand condensed his true energy, and suddenly he rushed five or six meters straight, and he fell headfirst, "Great Thousand Buddha Palm."

A huge coercion descended from the sky. As a warrior, he exercises his muscles, bones, skin and flesh, and when he reaches the dark energy, he can sharpen his five senses and develop his six senses.

Yang Qi's complexion has changed drastically, the chill coming from his heart seems to be able to freeze his body, the sixth sense has an extremely dangerous feeling, if he resists, he will die without a doubt.

At the very moment, Yang Qi grabbed Duan Shanhe and threw it at Zhuo Bufan. Duan Shanhe's eyes showed panic, but Zhuo Bufan slapped him and exploded on the spot.

As for Yang Qi, taking advantage of Zhuo Bufan's prestige dissipating, he raised his hand and punched fiercely, showing all his strength.

He knew that if he didn't do his best, he would be the one who died today.

At this moment, Zhuo Bufan showed disdain on his face, raised his hand and poured Yuanli with a fist, and when his fists collided, an invisible wave spread out, making everyone around him unable to sit still and fell to the ground.

Zhuo Bufan stepped back lightly, landed on the ground with his toes, and looked at Yang Qi calmly.

At this moment, Yang Qi was buried in the ground below his knees, a large crack appeared around him, blood was bleeding from his seven holes, and his eyes were full of pain, fear, and more regret.

"Isn't this Master Xing's Tathagata palm?" A fat man murmured to himself with his mouth closed.