At eight o'clock the next night, in the largest luxury box of the Zhenguan Club, dozens of men in black clothes and black trousers stood outside to patrol.
In the box, Chu Tian was sitting at the head. In addition, there were several other middle-aged men, all of whom were famous rich men in Jinzhou. They were all invited by Chu Tian as witnesses.
An ordinary young man wearing simple sportswear was sitting inside, looking extremely out of place. Chu Tian did not introduce him, so the other wealthy people naturally did not regard him as a person and chatted with each other, leaving him alone.
At this time, a group of people, about seven or eight, walked in outside. The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties, walking like a dragon and a tiger. He was followed by an old man with white hair and a bright head, who looked like a fairy.
Gu Jin has such a temperament, his eyes are half open and half closed, as if he doesn't pay attention to anyone.
"Master Ba is here."
"Hello, Master Ba."
"Master Ba, long time no see."
Several rich people hurriedly greeted the people. The middle-aged man leading them was Yang Laoba, Yang Tiancheng's father, followed by several young men. Their waists were bulging, and they were obviously carrying a guy.
Yang Laoba and Ma Jindao sat on the sofa, the old man sat beside him, and the others stood behind him.
"Who is Zhuo Bufan? Dare to hurt my son!" Yang Laoba frowned and said coldly.
Zhuo Bufan stood up and stared at him, "I am Zhuo Bufan. Your son first sent someone to cause a car accident to hit Ye Ziqin, and he tried every means to annex Tianmei Company. I beat him just to teach him a small lesson."
Seeing the ordinary young man standing up, several other wealthy people realized that it was not big or small in Xicheng. News circulated very quickly in the upper class circles. Most people knew that Yang Tiancheng's son had been beaten.
Hurt things.
"It turns out that this kid injured Yang Tiancheng. What is his background? How dare he offend Master Eight."
"I heard that he is from the Zhuo family in Qingzhou, but he is just an abandoned son of the Zhuo family."
"Is that the wimp who married Ye Ziqin?"
Everyone was talking about it, but Zhuo Bufan turned a deaf ear.
Yang Laoba stared at Zhuo Bufan with fierce eyes and snorted coldly: "Boy, if you dare to hurt my son, if I don't kill you today, I, Yang Laoba, will no longer be able to hang out in Xicheng."
Chu Tian calmly put down the celadon tea cup in his hand and said with a smile: "Master Eight, I invited you here today to reconcile. This little brother has a misunderstanding with Young Master Yang. Please give me some face. How about this matter?"
Sample."
This was said lightly, but in fact, if Yang Laoba really agreed and admitted that he was inferior to Chu Tian, both of them were underworld giants in Xicheng and had many business conflicts, so they had long wanted to get to know each other.
Yang Laoba sneered and said: "My God, you are so loud. Do you think I am a bastard on the street? I want to kill Zhuo Bufan today, and you must leave Xicheng."
Chu Tian frowned, and Jin Hu beside him stood up and said, "Yang Laoba, are you too loud, do you want God to leave Xicheng?"
"Master Wu." Yang Laoba nodded slightly towards the old man beside him, then looked at Chu Tiandao: "This Master Wu is the master I invited from Zhongzhou. If all your people defeat Master Wu, I will withdraw from the boundary of Xicheng
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After saying that, Master Wu, whose eyes were half-opened, opened his eyes, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and he slowly stood up and looked at Jin Hu.
Jin Hu is the number one general under Chu Tian. He was once selected as a candidate for the Death God Special Forces in the ten major military regions of the Dragon Kingdom. He had to retire due to physical injuries. He is so powerful that he has always been a figure that Yang Laoba is afraid of.
"You find a bad old man who wants God to give up your territory, huh!" Jin Hu snorted coldly, "Let me see what you are capable of and how dare you speak nonsense here."
Master Wu leisurely took out a jade pendant, held it in his hand and pointed it at Jin Hu, humming softly: "I don't know what it means!"
A gleam flashed in Zhuo Bufan's eyes, because he felt the fluctuation of spiritual energy in the jade pendant. Suddenly, a golden light shot out of the jade pendant and hit Jin Hu. Jin Hu flew backwards and spurted a large mouthful of blood from his mouth.
"What's this?"
"Supernatural magic!"
The whole box was as quiet as chatter. Even Chu Tian's expression changed. He squeezed the armrests tightly with both hands and his body trembled slightly. You must know that when ordinary people fight, even a warrior can break a tree with a punch or kick a steel plate to pieces.
Understandable.
But Master Wu flashed the golden light in his hand and directly knocked the golden tiger away. This was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. He was like a god. Only gods can have magical powers.
"Brother." Yin Hu and San Hu immediately rushed over to help Jin Hu up, looking at Master Wu with fear.
Yang Baye laughed loudly and said: "Master Wu is a famous Feng Shui master in Zhongzhou. His Taoist cultivation is comparable to that of a god. Chu Tian, why don't you give up quickly!"
The eyes of the rich men in the box all showed envy. There were only legends about such masters of Taoism, but now they actually saw it with their own eyes. They were truly astonished.
If such an expert is willing to take a look at the Feng Shui mansion for them, set up yin and yang magic circles, and make some peace charms, there are countless benefits.
"It's just some trivial skills, how dare you show off here?" Suddenly a sudden voice interrupted everyone's thoughts.
Everyone turned their attention to the speaker. It was Zhuo Bufan who was standing on the spot. His face was calm and his tone was indifferent.
Just now he was surprised and thought he had met an immortal cultivator, but when he took a closer look, he saw that the Master Wu in front of him had no spiritual energy fluctuations at all. It was just that the jade pendant in his hand contained spiritual energy. This was not even the lowest magical weapon.
Moreover, the spiritual energy in it is very thin, so I don’t know how many times it can be used.
You must know that the Donghuang Baoding he once made can even be refined by the sun. This small jade pendant is like the difference between a water gun and a nuclear bomb.
"Junior, you have such a crazy tone, you actually look down on me." Master Wu looked at Zhuo Bufan coldly, raised the jade pendant in his hand and hummed: "I will let you see it today."
Zhuo Bufan took a deep breath, and everyone saw his chest bulging high. He opened his mouth and swallowed. Suddenly, the dazzling light pierced everyone's eyes, and suddenly a bolt of thunder spat out from his mouth and struck Master Wu with great power.
Master Wu was so frightened that the jade pendant in his hand was smashed to pieces. He flew out and hit the table. He vomited blood, his hair and clothes were burnt black, and his face looked horrified.
"Master, have mercy on me, master, have mercy on me." Master Wu quickly got up, knelt on the ground with disheveled hair, and kept kowtowing. The thunder just now mainly shattered the jade pendant, and his own injuries were not serious.
Chu Tian's mouth was big enough to hold an egg, and Jin Hu and the others turned pale with fright. That was a real thunder just now!
The other wealthy people in the box were all dumbfounded and felt that their brains were not enough. The golden light of the jade pendant in Master Wu's hand just now was already a magical power. Now the Zhuo Bufan in front of him was spitting out thunder. If he wasn't a real god, what could he be?
Yang Laoba and Ma Zai behind him couldn't sit still, and a sense of powerlessness and fear swept through their bodies.
Zhuo Bufan did not look at Master Wu, but instead focused his gaze on Yang Laoba. His voice seemed to come from the wilderness of eternal resentment: "You have allowed your son to do countless unscrupulous bad things. Even if you have done everything possible,
I want to kill you with all kinds of tricks, who in heaven and on earth can save you."
"No, it's impossible." Yang Laoba trembled and turned pale.
"Damn it, don't pretend to be crazy, I don't believe you are not afraid of guns!" Suddenly the scarred man standing next to him took out his pistol and pointed it at Zhuo Bufan, with a crazy smile on his face, "Go to hell."
Ordinary people, even if they know a little bit of Taoism, can't resist bullets as long as they are not real gods. Master Wu's eyes widened, and the scarred man pulled the trigger, and there was a 'bang'.
Zhuo Bufan raised his hand and caught the bullet directly in his hand.
Yang Laoba was so frightened that he fell to the ground. The scarred man and the other horses all stared wide-eyed. The Zhuo Bufan in front of them was simply a superman, spitting thunder and not afraid of bullets. Isn't this the superman in the American blockbusters?
Chu Tian, Jin Hu and others also opened their mouths wide and could not speak for a long time.
A few days ago, Jin Hu was still thinking about avenging his younger brother. Now that he saw Zhuo Bufan's strength, he felt bitter in his heart. If he really wanted to seek revenge against Zhuo Bufan, he might be able to be killed by others with just one finger.
As for Chu Tian's old face, he blushed. With Zhuo Bufan's ability, he could raise his eyebrows and become a prince. He wanted to recruit him as his subordinate. Isn't it just a dream? But he was glad that he didn't go against Zhuo Bufan, otherwise he would be Yang now.
The fate of Lao Ba.
The wealthy people at the scene all vaguely felt that a storm was coming. The underground forces in Xicheng were probably going to be reshuffled, and Zhuo Bufan was going to become the number one person in Xicheng.
In fact, Zhuo Bufan only has the strength of the fourth level of Qi training, which is not enough to use spells. He only carries the diamond talisman and the thunder talisman on his body in advance. This method is enough to intimidate these people in front of him.
Yang Laoba lay on the ground and kowtowed to beg for mercy. He had long lost his heroic temperament, "Zhuo, Master Zhuo, please let me go. I will give you all my property. As long as you spare my life, I have no mercy."
Zhu, if you kill me, your hands will be dirty."
The more things a person has, the more he fears death. Yang Laoba's only thought is to survive.
Zhuo Bufan said calmly: "Give all your territory to God and get out of Jinzhou."
"Yes, yes, yes, I will give everything to God, get out of Jinzhou, and I will never come back in this life." Yang Laoba cried with snot and tears flying from his nose. It is difficult for people to imagine that this is the unparalleled hero in Xicheng.
The other rich people, Chu Tian and others couldn't help but laugh. If Yang Laoba were replaced by himself, he would probably be even worse than him.
"Anyone who dares to step in my way will be killed without mercy!" Zhuo Bufan's eyes turned cold, and with a wave of his hand, the bullets in his hand flew out, and directly penetrated into the scarred man's eyebrows. The scarred man's eyes widened, and he fell hard to the ground.