After resting in the hospital for two days, Ye Ziqin was eager to be discharged and returned to the company to continue working, while Zhuo Bufan continued to practice with concentration. In this world, only true strength is the capital for self-protection.
Zhuo Bufan stood next to a willow tree that was as big as a person's arms, and punched the trunk. The green leaves shook like rain, and a hole was actually punched through the tree. If it hit a person, it would probably punch through the person.
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"The progress of cultivation is still too slow. The spiritual energy on the earth is thin and medicinal materials are scarce. Even if there are old medicinal materials, they are very expensive. Otherwise, I should refine the Peiyuan Pill first so that my cultivation can go further." Zhuo
Bufan retracted his fist and muttered to himself.
In fact, he had already broken through the third level of Qi training in just ten days after he was reborn. You must know that in a place with abundant spiritual energy in the world of cultivation, it would take an ordinary person a month. He had to practice again and lay a good foundation.
It's pretty fast.
He kept thinking about using money to buy medicinal materials. He couldn't ask Ye Zi for money anymore, otherwise she would really regard herself as a free-for-all.
Moreover, the company is now encountering difficulties, and Ye Ziqin’s financial pressure should also be great.
"Hey, we have to find a way to purchase medicinal materials to refine the Yuan Pei Dan." Zhuo Bufan thought to himself.
As I was walking and thinking, I arrived at the door of the villa without realizing it. There was a black Range Rover parked outside. When I saw him coming, several men in black got out of the car.
Zhuo Bufan frowned. These people were none other than Yin Hu and San Hu. Both of them had plasters and bandages on their arms.
"You still want to seek revenge from me?" Zhuo Bufan's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
"Mr. Zhuo, um, we are not here to trouble you." Yinhu had a flattering smile on his face, kicked Sanhu on the butt and cursed: "Why don't you apologize to Mr. Zhuo quickly?"
Sanhu knelt down, nodded and bowed, "Mr. Zhuo, I can't see Mount Tai. Your Excellency doesn't care about the faults of others."
Seeing the other party's attitude, Zhuo Bufan showed doubts in his eyes and smiled: "You are not here to seek revenge from me, so why are you here?"
"Mr. Zhuo, our God wants to see you. We have prepared delicacies in Zhenguanyuan for you to come over." Yinhu said.
Zhuo Bufan frowned. Zhenguanyuan is one of the most famous clubs in Jinzhou City. The parking lot is full of Rolls-Royce Phantom, Porsche 911 and other luxury cars. If you drive an Audi there, you will be embarrassed to park there.
beside.
In his previous life, Zhuo Bufan had also heard of Chu Tian, ​​the overlord of Jinzhou Xicheng's underground society. He never stood up to toast when eating with the district chief. He had a very high status. However, in his previous life, he was unknown and had little contact with such people.
Yinhu's eyes rolled around and he said, "Mr. Zhuo, don't worry, God really just wants to meet you."
Listening to his words, it seems that Zhuo Bufan refused to agree for fear of being deceived.
Zhuo Bufan shook his head in his heart: "In my previous life, in the world of cultivation, many giants, demon emperors, and saints died in my hands. How can I take this person in my eyes, just a mere underground hero in Jinzhou?"
He also wanted to know what this god was looking for, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go with you."
Yinhu quickly opened the car door, invited him in, and the car sped away from the villa area.
Zhenguan Club is named after the Zhenguan Year of the Tang Dynasty. It is decorated in an antique style, with pear blossom and rosewood decorations, and bluestone paving. It is built along the river. Once you enter, you will have the illusion of traveling to ancient times.
A classy waiter wearing a classic cheongsam led Zhuo Bufan and others to the door of the private room on the first floor of the club.
Zhuo Bufan glanced at the waitress and thought to himself: "The waitresses here are also young and beautiful beauties even in college. The quality of Zhenguan Club is really not ordinary."
Yinhu followed and smiled: "If Mr. Zhuo likes it, I will arrange for her to chat with you later."
Zhuo Bufan shook his head helplessly, this guy must have misunderstood what he meant.
Pushing open the box door, Yinhu restrained his wretched temperament and respectfully shouted: "God, big brother."
I saw a middle-aged man sitting on the pineapple flowerwood chair in the box. He was dressed calmly and elegantly in a black Tang suit. He exuded the domineering aura of being in a position of power for a long time. He had a majestic appearance and piercing black eyes under a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows.
Next to the middle-aged man stood a man with a back as sharp as a spear. He was in his early thirties, with short and black hair. His whole person exuded a cold and sharp aura, like an unsheathed sword. Zhuo Bufan took a closer look.
Look, the real energy flowing in the opponent's body is actually a martial arts master.
"It's just that the quality of the true energy in his body is far inferior to the spiritual energy in my body. It's like the difference between RMB and US dollars. Even if his true energy is ten times more than mine, I can still beat him ten times." Zhuo Bufan made a judgment in his heart.
The middle-aged man must be Chu Tian. He is younger than Zhuo Bufan imagined, probably in his mid-forties, and very energetic.
"Are you Zhuo Bufan? You injured my men." Chu Tian raised his head, a bright light flashed in his narrowed eyes, looking like half Buddha and half god, with a very grand posture.
Zhuo Bufan nodded without being humble or arrogant and said, "I am Zhuo Bufan, and you are the God they call you?"
Chu Tian saw that he had an ordinary appearance, nothing remarkable about him. He even looked like a scholar because of his fair skin, and there was a trace of disappointment in his eyes. This seemed to be incompatible with the master of An Jin that Yin Hu said.
"Hmph, boy, why are you talking to our God?" The short-haired man who was stuck there like a gun snorted coldly and stared at Zhuo Bufan with hostility.
"Well, don't talk to the guests like that." Chu Tian frowned, then looked at Zhuo Bufan and said, "Little brother, please sit down."
Zhuo Bufan sat on the sofa, looked at him and said, "I wonder why you came to me?"
"Little brother, I heard that you are very skilled and injured two of my men, but what I lack most is talents. As long as you follow me, you will have whatever you want in the future?" Chu Tian said confidently.
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Only now did Zhuo Bufan realize that the other party was here to recruit him. How could he, a majestic ninth-level immortal, become the subordinate of an underground leader?
"I don't have this idea at the moment." Zhuo Bufan said calmly.
Chu Tian looked stunned, a hint of chill appeared on Wei Wei's face, and even the other subordinates frowned.
No one has ever dared to refuse God's request.
"It doesn't matter, young man is arrogant. Come to me later when you have figured it out." Chu Tian sighed and said slowly.
"But he injured Brother Tiger?" the boy next to him said with a frown.
Chu Tian waved his hand, seemingly not caring about this matter.
Zhuo Bufan stood up and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a familiar voice:
Chapter completed!