Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

"Zhuo Bufan, you are just a new student, how can you speak here?" Duan Shanhe said sharply.

As the big disciple of Dragon and Tiger Martial Arts, he didn't make a sound, what kind of hero are you pretending to be now, so where is my face?

Zhuo Bufan glanced at him indifferently, "Foreign masters come to challenge and injure the owner of the pavilion, you dare not say a word, but you come to accuse me, it is a waste."

"What did you say?" Duan Shanhe blushed with anger, his neck was thick, his eyes were bigger than copper bells, "is it your turn to speak here?"

Chen Longhu used his internal energy to suppress the pain in his chest, and said weakly: "Shanhe, Bufan is just out of kindness."

Li Busheng put his hands behind his back, and there was a little smile on the corner of his mouth. He looked like a hero in the world with a smile. Although everyone was angry, there was no way that other people's martial arts were higher than them.

Jin Che snorted coldly, "If you don't have the skills, don't be a hero like others."

At this time, Zhuo Bufan stood up suddenly, and Ye Ziqin who was sitting beside him frowned. Last time he saw Zhuo Bufan fight, but it was against some small gangsters, who jumped three meters at every turn. High, a master who smashes bluestone with one palm is not at the same level at all.

"Extraordinary." Ye Ziqin called softly, wanting to reach out and grab him, but unfortunately he still couldn't.

Zhuo Bufan glanced at Ye Ziqin, nodded, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

After all, he stood up and walked towards the golden carriage.

"Forget about Bufan." Ye Xuan hurriedly shouted because he was afraid that Zhuo Bufan would be hurt by others.

"I said no one can hurt my friends."

Li Hu and Zhang Kai showed disdain on their faces, "What kind of wolf with a big tail are you pretending to be? You can't even fight ordinary stance punches, and you are still showing off your strength here."

Liu Xuan pursed her lips and said: "It's enough to talk about showing off your prestige. If you really plan to make a move, you are not afraid of being beaten to death."

People are always like this, afraid of prestige but not virtuous, they dare not speak out when others are strong in martial arts, and when they see Zhuo Bufan speaking up for justice, just because Zhuo Bufan is weak, they will sneer at him. But they were shrinking turtles, so naturally they couldn't understand him.

Only Chen Longhu, Liang Zhongkong and other powerful pavilion owners saw Zhuo Bufan's back, and suddenly froze.

Every time Zhuo Bufan took a step, the aura on his body changed drastically. He had secretly unlocked the sealed spiritual acupoint, and his whole body was full of spiritual energy in his limbs and bones. Even Li Busheng was stunned at the same time.

Some people already felt that something was wrong, Chen Longhu looked at Zhuo Bufan in a daze, feeling like he didn't know him, was this the sweaty boy who practiced boxing and beating stakes in the sunset every day a few days ago?

"Give."

"he."

"road."

"apologize."

Every time Zhuo Bufan took a step with his hands behind his back, and uttered a word, people who were closer to Zhuo Bufan felt a huge coercion, as if they were pressed by five mountains and rocks, and even breathing became difficult.

Jin Che's complexion suddenly changed, and blood overflowed from his nostrils and mouth. It turned out that Zhuo Bufan's voice was full of real energy. This was one of the lowest martial arts skills he had learned in the martial arts school. Among the voices, the enemy's internal organs were shaken with sound waves.

Even those who have practiced this kind of kung fu to the strongest can pronounce words to kill, and just need to utter a single syllable to make the enemy's whole body explode to death.

"Car." Li Busheng came to his senses, and quickly stretched out his hand to hold Jin Car's shoulder to transmit a ray of true energy to help him stabilize his mind.

Li Busheng's face turned pale, and he glared at Zhuo Bufan angrily, "So there are hidden masters here? Sound transmission hurts people, dark warriors!"

The opponent obviously regarded his move as a method of a master of dark energy.

"A master of dark energy?"

"How is it possible, isn't he a new disciple of Dragon Tiger Martial Arts?"

Li Hu and Zhang Kai opened their mouths wide, and their minds went blank. They had known Zhuo Bufan for a week, and at the very beginning they looked down on his appearance as an outsider. These days, they tried their best to sneer and sneer, but they didn't expect Zhuo Bufan to be a real person Don't show your face!

Chen Longhu and Chen Min also looked shocked. Zhuo Bufan came to the martial arts hall in the past few days and stood on the wooden stakes, hitting the wooden stakes with his fists over and over again. What he did was the simplest thing for martial arts apprentices , he is actually a dark warrior, stronger than Chen Longhu.

Duan Shanhe's eyeballs almost popped out, Zhuo Bufan is a dark martial artist, already a master in the martial arts world, he subconsciously glanced at Ye Ziqin, his whole body felt chills.

"Is he still the same person?" Ye Ziqin frowned tightly, with a complicated look on her pretty face.

Li Busheng laughed suddenly and said, "Okay, okay, finally there is someone who can make me show my real kung fu, King Kong Wan Mie!" After finishing speaking, his aura suddenly rose, like roaring sea water, and the surrounding wind was strong. Raging, blowing leaves rustle and fall.

"What kind of kung fu is this?" Someone exclaimed.

Chen Longhu said in a daze: "This is just a way to forcibly improve one's skill by relying on secret techniques. It won't last long, but now his strength is probably at least doubled."

"You are a genius. If you are given another ten years, you may be able to step into the Master of Huajin and become a master of Huajin, even the youngest master of Huajin, but today I will kill you in the cradle In the middle." Li Busheng's whole body swelled with true energy, making crackling noises like frying beans.

Zhuo Bufan shook his head and sighed: "I am Zhuo Bufan, the eternal martial art is like a long night, no matter what, I will kill you today to revive the power of the Dragon Kingdom's martial arts."

"At this moment, you still have to be quick with your tongue!" Li Busheng said coldly, and was about to make a move, but saw Zhuo Bufan stretching out a palm, and a sense of vigilance and ominousness suddenly burst out from the bottom of his heart.

When Jin Che saw the master's expression changed drastically, he suddenly turned around and shot towards the door.

This is the sixth sense of vigilance that a master of martial arts has practiced to the extreme. He has a strong feeling that if he doesn't run, he will die.

He turned around and ran almost exhausted his entire body, and he rushed to the gate of the courtyard in an instant. Everyone present did not realize why he ran away suddenly.

"I want to go, Little Thousand Buddha's Hand!" Standing on the spot, Zhuo Bufan raised his palm, condensed his true energy and aura, and pressed it down fiercely, as if a Tathagata was suppressing Sun Monkey. With a distance of nearly ten meters, there seemed to be An invisible palm, like patting an ant, directly slapped Li Busheng on the bluestone board.

A big hole was punched out in the middle of the huge bluestone slab, with Li Busheng's body as the center, exuding cracked spider patterns about ten meters away. Li Busheng's ears, nostrils, and mouth were overflowing with blood. Broken into three hundred and sixty-five pieces.

The audience was completely silent, as quiet as a chatter.

Ten meters away, the power of a palm is almost like a god and demon. Everyone in the audience stopped thinking, and only one sentence echoed in their ears:

"Heaven does not give birth to me, I am extraordinary, and the martial arts of the ages are like a long night."