The first thousand and sixty-one chapters of the Eastern monk
站在峡谷上的唐如虎脸色苍白如织,双腿发软,差点站不住倒在地上.
唐如龙也同样脸色十分难看,朱先生已经败了!
唐门众位长老也是摇头叹息,本来寄予了许多希望的朱先生,没想到也输了,而且几乎是碾压式的输掉了.
唐门败了,那么将会至少损失一半以上的产业,以后还会受到黑手党的打压.
“这怎么可能,朱先生怎么会输了?唐奕俊瞪大眼睛,神色木讷,张开嘴巴不可置信道.
只有唐奕彤的眼睛里闪过一抹狡黠之色,期待的看着卓不凡.
卓不凡背负双手,缓缓踏出脚步朝着峡谷内走去,见到这一幕,唐奕俊皱眉叫道:“喂,卓不凡,你想干嘛?”
唐门众位长老也是看见了卓不凡的行动,不由眉头大皱起来.
"Little guy, what do you want to do?"
“你不会是想去和费朗西斯对决吧?”
“连朱先生都败了,你过去只是无端端的送死而已.”
大家你一言我一句,朱先生都败了,你一个连s级异能者都没达到的家伙上去,还不是当炮灰.
况且如果激怒了费朗西斯,说不定对方直接动手将唐门灭了.
"Zhuo Bufan, what are you going to do?" Tang Rulong widened his eyes and suddenly shouted.
Zhuo Bufan then stopped, turned around and looked at Tang Rulong and said, "Mr. Tang, I just hope you don't forget to promise me what I promised me. If I defeat Ferrancis, give me the energy crystal I need."
"This...but you..." Tang Rulong was shocked when he saw Zhuo Bufan's indifferent expression for a moment. Suddenly, he saw a sense of confidence and domineeringness from Zhuo Bufan.
Tang Ruhu snorted coldly and sneered: "You went up and died for nothing. Even Mr. Zhu is not his opponent. You young man like you, don't embarrass your life for a little ridiculous face."
The elders nodded as well.
Last time in the Tangmen General Hall, Zhuo Bufan was ridiculed by everyone. In their opinion, Zhuo Bufan was a young man and must be unconvinced, so he followed Firebird Canyon.
"Young people always lose their lives for ridiculous face." The elder shook his head, his face full of disappointment.
Zhuo Bufan seemed to have not heard them and walked into the canyon. Every time he took a step, there seemed to be an invisible step in the air, walking along the steps.
"Well, there is another one?" Ferrancis turned his head and his eyes fell on Zhuo Bufan, and a red light that was not easily noticed flashed in his eyes.
"You are not even an S-level psychic, and you dare to challenge me?" Ferrancis noticed the fluctuations in Zhuo Bufan's body, and a look of disdain appeared on his face.
As long as Zhuo Bufan does not use the Yangmu technique, purple pupils, and does not activate two super-strong attributes, the psychics will at most detect some of the energy flowing out of his body and determine that he is not a s-level psychic.
"But that's fine. Since you come to die on your own initiative, I will absorb more energy."
After saying that, a black liquid ball condensed from Ferrancis's hand and threw it at Zhuo Bufan.
Zhuo Bufan's expression was indifferent, without any sorrow or joy. He suddenly stretched out his palm and gently pressed it down. Suddenly, the wind and clouds surged over the canyon, and the whirlpool gathered. In an instant, the sky became dark and a powerful pressure poured out from the sky.
The faces of the Mafia and the Tang Sect standing next to the canyon suddenly changed.
This situation has never happened even when Ferrancis and Mr. Zhu fought.
Zhuo Bufan stood there, his black hair rippled in the wind, like a god and a demon.
"You are not a psychic!"
Ferrancis also changed his face instantly, and opened his black wings behind him and flew towards the distance, trying to escape from the pressure that made him feel scared.
"Qingshan Seal!"
Zhuo Bufan pressed his palm, and it seemed like a mountain collapsed in the sky. Ferrancis, who had just jumped into the air, was instantly slapped down like a fly and covered it directly on the ground.
There was a loud "boom".
The entire canyon seemed to be trembling. In the center of the canyon's depression, the smoke and dust impacted by air fluctuated and spread, and the aftermath of force spread to the surroundings of the canyon, and huge cracks appeared on the towering rock walls.
Ferrancis was embedded in the ground, and his black wings were also broken.
"Puchi!"
Ferrancis struggled to get up from the ground, then flew into the air, and the broken wings on his body began to be repaired automatically, returning to his original appearance, spreading open and shining with a black luster.
At this time, a trace of red blood mark appeared in the pupils of Ferrancis' eyes. These blood marks spread densely, gradually turning their eyes into blood-red, emitting a strange light, staring at Zhuo Bufan tightly.
"You are not a psychic, who are you?" Ferrancis stared at Zhuo Bufan with wide eyes.
"I am indeed not a psychic, but an Eastern monk!"
Zhuo Bufan said lightly.
"Damn it, the monks in the East actually have such great power. If I could eat you, I might be able to advance to the ranks of ss-level psychics." Ferrancis said viciously.
Zhuo Bufan also looked at him in surprise, and could clearly sense that the power in Ferrancis's body was gradually expanding and becoming much stronger.
However, Ferrancis is obviously a bit abnormal, as if he has lost some of his reason.
"Going into a devil?" Zhuo Bufan frowned. Ferrancis's current appearance was similar to being stolen.
After saying that, Ferrancis stopped talking nonsense. The wings behind him suddenly opened, and sharp black wings shot towards Zhuo Bufan like raindrops.
At the same time, some black liquid appeared on Ferrancis' body, which were squirming on his cheeks and arms, like earthworms, giving people a creepy feeling.
Zhuo Bufan didn't want to waste time with Ferrancis. Ferrancis's S-level superpower is just a master of Gangjin, and he is even much weaker, but his power is a bit weird.
Zhuo Bufan's palm was angry with a purple flame and immediately threw it out. The black wings that flew into nothingness in the purple flame, and white smoke emerged.
"Damn guy, I'm going to kill you." Ferrancis' expression was ferocious, and the black liquid surging on his body instantly turned into tentacles, traveling through space and jumping towards Zhuo Bufan in an instant, as if he wanted to tie Zhuo Bufan.
However, the moment these black tentacles touched the purple flame, they suddenly made a sizzling sound, bursts of white smoke came out, and disappeared.