Chapter 11 The iron arm bodyguard shocked the audience!
"Fan'er!...you..."
Zhuo Wentian's black beard trembled for a while, his eyes widened and filled with astonishment.
It is said that young people are arrogant and do not know how high the sky is. But Zhuo Wentian felt that his grandson was mature and steady, could assess the situation, and think twice before doing anything. He never expected that he would do so just for the quota of the 'Bloody Hell Gate'
Work hard.
"Does this child miss his father too much?"
Zhuo Wentian sighed slightly and wanted to refuse, but Zhuo Wenzhan laughed loudly, "Hahaha! It's true that there are talented people in this generation! Good!"
He looked ecstatic, and his somewhat fat body was releasing a surge of domineering energy. He didn't expect that Zhuo Wentian didn't agree, but this little brat was so cheerful. He twirled his mustache and laughed yinfully, "Don't worry, bro.
!I will definitely... click until the end!"
"Bah! Until you hit the mark? I don't believe you. I wonder if you didn't cripple my precious grandson! You're a bastard of old age, you know how to bully the young with your old age. An old guy with a perfect innate spiritual realm bullies a perfect body refiner.
Junior, you have no shame! Do you know any sense of shame?"
Zhuo Wentian looked unhappy and rolled his eyes at Zhuo Wenzhan. His face moved slightly, and a murderous intention surged deep in his heart. He held Zhuo Yifan down with one hand, and Kuiba's body directly covered Zhuo Yifan:
"No! I am his elder and I don't agree!"
"You have to agree even if you don't agree. If you don't agree, it proves that you, Zhuo Wentian, are a coward! You see, your grandson is much better than you!"
"Nima..."
"Grandpa, what is Fan'er's surname? After so many years, don't you still know?"
These two old men, whose combined age was over a hundred years old, were having a heated quarrel. As a junior, Zhuo Yifan couldn't intervene at all, but for the sake of this half of the spirit stone, Zhuo Yifan still smiled awkwardly.
Strong palms gently held Zhuo Wentian's strong arms, and the corners of his lips curved slightly, revealing a confident smile as bright as the sun, which made Zhuo Wentian speechless.
Why is this kid so confident?
This smile is indeed the same as my rigid son. He must do what he decides to do. Moreover, he must do his best as much as possible without leaving any regrets...
It seemed that after thinking for a long time, Zhuo Wentian let out a long sigh and slowly put down his hand. He chose to believe in his grandson.
"The second master's suggestion is very good, but this is my mother's dormitory. The place is small and there are many inconveniences. It is better to go to the square. The second master will explain the matter again in front of everyone, so that the second master will not default on the debt."
Zhuo Wentian's support has made Zhuo Yifan even more confident. Now that he has an iron arm and evil eyes, he no longer has to be afraid of people like Zhuo Wenzhan!
"Okay, just follow what Yifan said."
Zhuo Wenzhan didn't care at all and agreed casually. He walked out first and secretly laughed in his heart: "This little bastard is so bold. He hurt my Fei'er. I'll beat you to nothing with one move later!"
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With that said, he gave a signal to the four guards he had brought, and the four of them hurried to ring the alarm bell and gather their own people to the square.
Zhuo Yifan quickly put on a white shirt and followed up. Zhuo Wentian raised his eyebrows and walked out. When he saw a few squatters on the ground still doing push-ups, he couldn't help shouting:
"What time has it been and you're still doing this? What a fool! Why don't you hurry up and gather people to go to the square!"
These guards felt aggrieved: Didn't you ask us to do it? Didn't you say that if we don't finish ten thousand, it won't be finished?
With a helpless sigh, several guards immediately went to gather their troops in despair, all of them frowning and smiling bitterly.
Who told them that the great master Zhuo Wentian they knew was such a person?
He is very protective of his grandson, and will do anything for his grandson. But in normal times, his attitude towards his subordinates is still first-class. Although he is not meticulous, he is still caring.
Therefore, Zhuo Wentian has extremely high prestige in the hearts of the Zhuo family. Although Zhuo Yifan was not ridiculed by his master, no one dared to do anything to him.
Because...there will be a heavy price to pay!
Thinking of this, several people trembled.
I vaguely remember the last time a bold guard slapped Zhuo Yifan and taunted him a few times. Zhuo Wentian directly cut out the guard's tongue and pressed his round head into a gourd shape. What's even more amazing is that this
The guard didn't die, he just... became a complete idiot.
Since that day, no one dared to touch Zhuo Yifan anymore. That incident still makes everyone feel scared.
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At this time, it was already noon, the sun was scorching hot, and the sky was shining like an oven.
Many people wiped beads of sweat from their heads and stared at the two figures in the center of the square in surprise.
Regardless of whether they were from the left or the right, servants or maids all gathered in the square.
"I hope the second master will show mercy!"
In full view of everyone, Zhuo Yifan stood opposite Zhuo Wenzhan and bowed in salute.
"Okay! Just one move. As long as Yifan Xiaosun can block one of my moves, you must be the one to qualify for the Gate of Blood Hell!"
Who else in the square couldn't see that Zhuo Wenzhan was just trying to take this opportunity to cripple Zhuo Yifan. But what they didn't understand was, wasn't Zhuo Wentian always protective of his shortcomings? Why didn't he jump out and stop him?
?
How do these people know how the elder Zhuo Wentian is feeling at this moment? Yes, he is very confused.
As Zhuo Yifan's grandfather, he knows Zhuo Yifan's personality very well. He will never take risks without confidence, and it has always been his rule to think before acting.
But he knows his half-brother, Zhuo Wenzhan, better! He is definitely a cruel guy who will fight tooth for tooth. Zhuo Wentian is afraid that Zhuo Wenzhan will play some dirty tricks in this battle.
For example, poisoning someone's palm, or injuring someone with a hidden weapon...
"Take my slap!"
Zhuo Wenzhan couldn't wait for a long time. He took action and the beasts roared. Lights and shadows appeared under his feet. His palms were filled with deep orange spiritual power. There was a boom and explosion. He saw his palms passing by like an electric dragon and slapping Zhuo Yifan fiercely.
This palm was extremely cruel and seemed to kill Zhuo Yifan directly.
"Fan'er! Be careful!" Zhuo Yifan's mother, Zhuo Hanlan, shouted loudly, mist rising in her eyes.
"Nah! King-level advanced spiritual skills: Hundred Palms! So cruel!!"
Before Zhuo Wentian could step forward to stop him, it was already too late. In the next breath, this cruel fat old man had already ducked in front of Zhuo Yifan.
"Zhuo Wenzhan! What happens to my grandson? I'll make that fat guy's butt explode and his head move!" Zhuo Wentian couldn't help but yell, feeling extremely guilty in his heart. His head was already dizzy and he didn't know why.
Hundreds of Palms!
One palm is thrown out, integrating the power of a hundred palms. It is extremely fast and violent. It seems that there is only one palm, but when it is hit once, the pain is incomparable to the continuous blows of a hundred palms in a row.
Even if Zhuo Yifan was lucky enough to survive, he would probably be mentally retarded by this palm.
"How cruel!"
Zhuo Yifan concentrated his thoughts and raised his eyes, but his expression did not change. Seeing that the palm was about to hit his chest, he fearlessly crossed his arms to resist.
"ah!……"
The timid servants and maids couldn't help but exclaim, and even the guards were trembling like noodles.
"Little thing, can you block it with your arms? You must be disabled!"
"boom!"
This palm struck impartially on Zhuo Yifan's intertwined arms, and a devastating explosive force exploded. The thick orange spiritual power exploded like fireworks, and the spiritual waves rushed in all directions. Zhuo Yifan's whole body was directly
Was blown away.
"Fan'er!..."
Zhuo Wentian turned pale with shock, and a mighty aura suddenly erupted. He seemed to have aged dozens of years, and his heart was filled with rage and murderous intent, "Nima Zhuo Wenzhan! I'm going to kill you.
!Kill that damn fat man! Kill all of you and bury me with Fan'er..."
But at this moment, the figure flying backwards in the void suddenly flipped lightly, like a flying dragon dancing in the sky, its entire body was spinning in the air, and it was the Zhuo family's body-refining method "Dayan Tu" that was used
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There are seven or forty-nine body refining techniques in "Dayan Tu", each of which is very mysterious. If you can practice it to the highest level, your body's flexibility will definitely turn decay into a legend!
"It seems that the second master's half of the spiritual stone cannot be saved this time!" Zhuo Yifan, who landed firmly on the ground, patted the dust on his body and laughed softly.
"A palm from the innate spiritual realm... It's like an elephant was about to be knocked away, but he actually blocked it!" The faces of everyone on the field changed drastically, and they couldn't help but show expressions of surprise.
"Although my palm only has the power of the Six Elephants, the continuous blows of the Hundred Palms are enough to cripple him! How can he resist! This... is simply a monster!"
"Is his body made of iron? Why is he so powerful!"
Zhuo Wenzhan began to retreat continuously. He used his spiritual power to seal his meridians, but he still couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood. The Hundred Palms move he just used was completely backfired on him by Zhuo Yifan's extremely powerful defense.
!
"How is this possible! The second master is injured! The boy who was slapped is still alive and kicking. Is he still a human after all? When did he become so powerful!"
There was an uproar.
At this moment, Zhuo Wenzhan looked at Zhuo Yifan in horror, his mind was in a state of confusion, and his head was in a mess as he listened to the comments of the people around him.
Everyone looked sideways and looked at Zhuo Yifan strangely, with wonderful expressions. Some were surprised, some admired, some doubted, some confused, some surprised, some nodded, some shook their heads, and some were scared. Everyone in this life
All the expressions were used up at this moment...
From today on, Zhuo Yifan has changed more or less in everyone's minds.
It turns out that this person who they always thought was a waste is actually so strong!
"Second Master has lost, can I hand over the spirit stone?" Zhuo Yifan slowly walked up to Zhuo Wenzhan, spread his hands, and smiled narrowly, with a strong sense of ridicule.
"You're cheating!" Zhuo Wenzhan knew his own power. He stared at Zhuo Yifan with splitting eyes and stood up angrily. He absolutely did not believe that Zhuo Yifan could block his palm.