When Zhuo Bufan saw Zhang Xiaocui and Zhang Huan's mysterious appearance, he couldn't help but shake his head in his heart: "With my current status and strength, who can get into my eyes? You are making it mysterious."
In fact, this happens often in the real world. There are always people who are afraid that you will know what you know, and who has understood that the height you are standing is something he will never reach.
Back in the yard, Zhang Xiaocui asked Zhuo Bufan to have dinner with them for the first time.
There were shredded fish-flavored pork, dried fried green beans, and shredded potatoes on the table, and all were home-cooked side dishes. Zhang Huan smiled and said, "Zhuo Bufan, how about you try my skills?"
"Yes." Zhuo Bufan nodded. Although he doesn't have to eat often now, it's okay to eat occasionally.
"Grandma Zhang, Zhang Huan, I'll go back to my room first." After dinner, Zhuo Bufan left the North Room and returned to his room.
Zhang Xiaocui held a small flower pot for planting Bodhi jacquards and observed carefully. Could it be that the boy was really capable? Otherwise, his flowers had withered for a week, so why would it be cured the next day? And he treated the eldest lady of the Chu family.
He seems to be very clever, is there any expert behind him?
"The little girl Chun is moved and still looks at others." Zhang Xiaocui glared at Zhang Huan, who had been looking at Zhuo Bufan's back, "How can he match you like that, don't think about it."
"Grandma, what are you saying? You're so embarrassed." Zhang Huan's face turned red like a ripe tomato in the field. He walked into the kitchen with the dishes and chopsticks to wash the dishes and chopsticks.
Zhuo Bufan, who returned to the room, opened the window and let the moonlight shine on himself. As his daily breathing rhythm, a faint circle of ripples emanated from his mouth. The moonlight was attracted by the ripples, and the moonlight was dim around him.
There was a lot of it, but the moonlight shining on him was the brightest.
"Now I have bought the foundation building period. If I follow the current speed, I can reach my peak a hundred years earlier than my previous life. However, in my previous life, it was because of my courage and diligence that I put my foundation in a downward situation. Now I cannot blindly pursue my realm.
To improve, we must understand the mind of Tao and lay a solid foundation for every step.”
Although Zhuo Bufan thought this way, many things had to be prepared for him. According to his calculations, the master behind the Ghost King was at least in the early stage of foundation building. Although he was not afraid now, there might be even more on this earth.
A high-level cultivator is the prey of the weak. If he encounters a cultivator with a higher level than himself, he will fall into a disadvantage.
The only way now is to practice magical powers without improving the realm.
What is magical power? In fact, it is spells, but the only difference between spells is the time and power of release.
Spells are like Western magic. Magic requires meditation and chanting, which means the cooling of CDs in the game, and spells also require seals, and even large spells need to be arranged in advance. You must know that the battle changes rapidly, who can seize the opportunity and who
You can survive.
The magical power is like the Qilin arm that stole the storm in the wind and clouds. It comes with it, and it can exert its power without any preparation and control it as you wish.
"What magical power should I practice now, Devouring the Swallow? Transforming the Wind?"
One of these two magical powers can open your mouth to swallow any energy, but if the other party's energy is too strong, it will eventually explode and die. The second type is a magical power belonging to the natural system. The body can travel thousands of miles a day like the wind.
"I, Zhuo Bufan, are the dignified Nine-Turn Immortal Lord. Even if I die in battle, I will never run away." Zhuo Bufan thought in his heart, and suddenly his eyes lit up. Last time, he found the fire-type demon core on the body of the tiger in Baihua Valley.
You can refine the double pupils of the fiery fire.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Bufan immediately closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, gathering the fire-type elements in his body towards his eyes little by little. However, before he could get close to his pupils, he felt a stinging pain in his eyes, as if he was about to be blind, and he quickly finished work.
Looking at the red eyes in the mirror, Zhuo Bufan's mouth showed a bitter smile. The so-called magical power, with the word "Divine" is not so easy to practice. The Vajra body I practiced in the previous life was only practiced after transforming into a god. In the world of cultivation
I have never heard of someone who can practice magical powers during the foundation building period.
"It seems that I'm still a little too anxious." Zhuo Bufan smiled bitterly and shook his head. He still had to do it step by step, unless he could make and refine the 'Clear Spirit Pill' to ease the impact of the fire-type spiritual energy.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Bufan raised his sleeves and looked at the willow branch tattoo on it. It seemed that it was time to find the secret of the "dead" monk, and maybe he could gain something.
When I came outside the yard, the breeze was gentle and the moon was as bright as jade.
Zhuo Bufan held a handful of cool cold water next to the ancient well and washed his face. Suddenly, he saw Zhang Huan hiding behind the pomegranate tree. His body was as bright as jade under the moonlight and graceful as jade.
Hearing the sound behind him, Zhang Huan screamed in surprise, turned his head and looked at each other. Zhuo Bufan had lived for three hundred years, but his face was as normal, but Zhang Huan's face was red and bleeding was almost dripping.
"I didn't mean it." Zhuo Bufan turned his head quickly: "I'll just wash my face."
It turned out that Zhang Huan was wiping her body, and there was no water heater or bathroom installed in the courtyard. She and her grandmother were in the yard. She was used to standing under the tree to rinse her body at night, but she never expected Zhuo Bufan to run out.
"Little pervert, die." Suddenly, Zhang Xiaocui jumped out of the inner hall and leaped high and slapped Zhuo Bufan's back with a palm.
Zhuo Bufan frowned, turned around and hit him with a palm. The two of them slapped each other in their hands. Zhuo Bufan was still motionless, but Zhang Xiaocui suddenly flew backwards, staggered a few steps, barely stood firm, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes: "You boy."
You can still know martial arts?"
"It's just a little bit. I didn't peek at your granddaughter taking a shower. I went back to bed first." Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, and walked towards his room with his hands on his back.
Zhang Huan had already wrapped her clothes around her body, but the large exposing greasy skin was as white as milk under the moonlight.
"Grandma, Zhuo Bufan didn't mean it, but he didn't see me."
"You girl, I think you have to count the money for someone else when you are sold." Zhang Xiaocui cursed angrily, thinking to herself: "This kid is actually good at martial arts. Is it so a coincidence that he knows Zhang Huan? Is there anything unspeakable?
Human purpose.”
"Grandma." Zhang Huan's shy head was almost buried in her chest.
...
At this time, in a building like a cell in the south of Qishan.
A man in a black robe opened his mouth and let out a low roar like a wild beast. A dozen unclothed female corpses lay around him. Each had a blood hole on his neck, his eyes widened and he died.
Extremely painful.
"No, good, ruthless." Suddenly someone walked in, clapped his palms, glanced at the corpse underground, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
The man in black robe turned his head and stared at him and said, "I have done what Master said. During this period, I have killed thirty virgin women and absorbed their pure Yin power. I have practiced the bloodthirsty magic skills.
Why don’t you see me?”
"The Catholic is in an important retreat and cannot see you yet, but he said you can go out and take revenge on Zhuo Bufan, kill him, and bring his body back."
"Zhuo Bufan has harmed my family and my family is destroyed. I, Lian Xun, will not be a human being if I don't kill him." The man in black robe raised his head, revealing a pair of narrow and cold eyes, his mouth covered with blood, and looked extremely terrifying.
Lian Xun, son of the Ghost King in Qingzhou.
It turned out that Zhuo Bufan killed the Ghost King, and he fled to Shuzhou overnight and found the Ghost King's master, wanting to ask him to help him avenge him, but during this period the teachings were in a tense retreat, but he taught him to quickly break through his cultivation level.