When a large group of people came in, the auction could no longer be held, and all the staff in the audience evacuated.
Wang Wenwu and Wang Ya walked behind a middle-aged man with white silver hair. The middle-aged man was wearing a snow-white Tai Chi suit embroidered with a golden dragon, and black mille-layer cloth shoes, with his hands behind his back.
The breath emanating from his body made everyone breathless.
Zhuo Bufan still sat on the chair unmoved, as if he didn't see the other person at all.
Someone next to me suddenly shouted: "Isn't that the Black Panther, the boss of Xinping County?"
"No, there is also Ye Beiliang from Beicheng."
"Brother Da Dong from Nancheng is here too."
It turned out that there were three men behind Wang Wenwu, all of whom were powerful men. At first glance, they looked like powerful boss-level figures.
Chu Tian frowned and said, "I didn't expect that as soon as Yang Qi came back, he had already taken several other big guys under his command. It's going to be really difficult now."
Now he can only take a gamble and place all his hopes on Zhuo Bufan.
Why did so many big guys suddenly come to Blue Valley City? Hundreds of spectators now had doubts on their faces. The combined abilities of these people would probably make even the mayor shorter than the mayor.
As for these people, they are all vaguely headed by a middle-aged man with long snow-white hair. His status is the highest among these people.
"Are you Zhuo Bufan? The one who drove away my brother and injured my nephew?" Yang Laoqi stared at Zhuo Bufan with sharp eyes like an eagle.
Like an eagle hovering in the sky, it discovers 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 see Zhuo Bufan?
"Who is this kid? He can make so many big guys flock here."
"It seems that I have offended the other party. I'm afraid I'm going to die this time."
"There are so many big guys, and any one of them is extremely powerful. Even if Chu Tianye protects him, I'm afraid he won't be able to protect him."
Zhang Tongtong's little face was full of nervousness and worry. He stretched out his little hand and pulled the corner of Zhuo Bufan's clothes, and said weakly: "Brother Bufan, what happened?"
"It's okay." Zhuo Bufan gave her a shallow smile, picked up the teacup, put it on the corner of his lips and took a sip, then slowly put it down.
Yang Qi and others were stunned. This guy's attitude was too high. There were so many big guys present, but they didn't take it seriously.
"Zhuo Bufan, you are too arrogant." A middle-aged man in a suit stood out from the crowd. It was Yang Laoba. He stared at Zhuo Bufan with red eyes.
Yang Laoba was still pushing a wheelchair in his hand. Sitting on the wheelchair was a young man with disabled legs. It was his son Yang Tiancheng.
Since Yang Tiancheng was deposed by Zhuo Bufan, he has been immersed in alcohol, women and drugs all day long to numb himself. In his dreams, he wishes to chop Zhuo Bufan into pieces.
"Zhuo Bufan, you are still pretending now. Today my seventh uncle is back, and it is the day you die." Yang Tiancheng let out a fierce look in his eyes and squeezed the armrest with both hands. His joints turned white due to the force.
Zhuo Bufan had already put the tea cup away, slowly raised his head, and said calmly: "I've let you go once, how dare you come back?"
"Zhuo Bufan, your tone is not small." Yang Qi finally couldn't bear it anymore. From the beginning to now, Zhuo Bufan treated him as if he were nothing.
"Now that you've abandoned your martial arts, I'll let you leave." 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 thinks Zhuo Bufan is either crazy or extremely crazy.
"Master Qi is a peerless master of the second level of Anjin. How can I allow you to be so presumptuous?" A young man next to Yang Qi shouted angrily.
Zhuo Bufan glanced at him lightly and sneered: "Duan Shanhe, you cut off your arm and I asked you to leave Jinling. I gave you a chance but you didn't know how to grasp it."
Duan Shanhe had an expression on his face that looked like a fox pretending to be a tiger or a dog taking advantage of the power of others, and said sullenly: "Zhuo Bufan, you ruined my good deeds and made me cut off my arm. I came back today to seek revenge on you."
"Trash." Zhuo Bufan shook his head, with a look of disdain on his face.
"What did you say?" Duan Shanhe glared at Zhuo Bufan fiercely.
Zhuo Bufan said: "I'm not targeting you, but I'm saying that everyone here is rubbish. Let's go up together."
"Looking for death." Yang Qi was so angry that he could no longer maintain his demeanor as a peerless master. He was furious that Zhuo Bufan dared to be so presumptuous in front of him.
At this moment, a sudden voice suddenly sounded, "Yang Qi, go to hell."
I saw a figure suddenly rushing towards Yang Qi, holding a sharp dagger in his hand, which shone coldly under the light. Before the younger brother who stayed beside Yang Qi could react, the opponent 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 stabbed the opponent's waist directly with the dagger.
With a clear sound of "Bang", Chen Min was stunned, and the dagger in his hand actually broke into two pieces.
Zhang Tongtong and the audience who were relatively close could see this scene clearly. The dagger only cut through the clothes and left a shallow white mark on the waist.
"With your little skills, you can't even break into the house, but you still want to avenge your father!" Yang Qi's eyes were bright, and the mana in his waist shook.
Chen Min's arm was numbed by the huge rebound force, and his whole body flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, hitting the crowd below.
At this moment, Zhuo Bufan sat upright and flew out. He held Chen Min's waist with one hand and spun around to land in the open space.
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, but stared at Yang Qi and said: "How can you be a master in bullying a girl?"
"Damn it, Zhuo Bufan, the Seventh Master's Tiger's Roaring Golden Bell Shield and Dragon's Roaring Iron Shirt have all been trained to the top. Even a dagger can't pierce them. Why don't you kneel down quickly?" Duan Shanhe yelled and cursed loudly.
Wang Wenwu, Yang Laoba and others had smiles of victory on their faces. With Master Qi suppressing them, Zhuo Bufan could not make waves no matter how powerful he was.
"Then you take my palm." Zhuo Bufan condensed his true energy in his right hand, and suddenly rushed five or six meters straight, falling upside down, "Big Thousand Buddha Palm."
A huge coercion fell from the sky. As a warrior, he strengthened his muscles, bones, skin and flesh, and when he reached An Jin, he could sharpen his five senses and give birth to six senses.
Yang Qi's face had changed drastically. The chill coming from his heart seemed to freeze his body. His sixth sense felt extremely dangerous. If he took it hard, he would definitely die.
At the critical moment, Yang Qi grabbed Duan Shanhe and threw him at Zhuo Bufan. Duan Shanhe's eyes showed panic, but he was slapped by Zhuo Bufan and exploded on the spot.
As for Yang Qi, taking advantage of Zhuo Bufan's power dissipating, he raised his hand and punched hard, using all his strength.
He knew that if he didn't try his best, he would be the one who died today.
At this moment, a look of disdain appeared on Zhuo Bufan's face, he raised his hand and punched directly into his energy. His fists collided, and an invisible wave spread, making everyone around him unable to sit still and falling to the ground.
Zhuo Bufan leaned back slightly, landed on the ground on tiptoes, and looked at Yang Qi calmly.
At this moment, Yang Qi was buried in the ground below his knees. There were large cracks all around and bleeding from seven holes. His eyes were filled with pain, fear, and even more regret.
"Isn't this the Tathagata Palm of Master Xing?" A fat man muttered to himself from ear to ear. (To be continued)