The camp rafters were not big. Zhuo Bufan casually found a restaurant and walked in. It was a very ordinary Chinese restaurant, which was about medium-class, but it was already full of people as noon approaching.
With Zhuo Bufan's current cultivation level, it's okay not to eat or drink for a week. Besides, he also has a dragon fish pill, so he just wants to find out some news when eating in this restaurant.
There are some ordinary people in the hotel, wearing down jackets and cotton jackets, all dressed up by modern people, but Zhuo Bufan felt the breath of several warriors in the hotel.
Zhuo Bufan ordered a little something casually, then pretended to eat, disperse his spiritual sense, and listened to the conversations of these people.
Three tables are separated by the left, and the author is a middle-aged man and a young man, a man and a woman, talking.
"Uncle Master, is the news true? I heard that the dragon falling from the camp is about to appear?"
"I heard it too. Anyway, since the family is fine, I'd better take you out and see it, so as not to sit in the sky."
"Uncle Master, it would be great if the news was true. If I could get some flesh and blood from the dragon and take it back to refine the alchemy, maybe I could break through to the master's realm before I was thirty!" the young man whispered.
The middle-aged man frowned and said, "Marriage practice is also his own practice. It is undesirable to borrow external objects and may even destroy your future. Medicine is only an auxiliary method. The master of martial arts needs true essence, martial arts will, and martial arts skills three.
Only when the seeds are integrated and solidified together can they be considered a master."
Zhuo Bufan frowned and listened to their conversation. These warriors who appeared in the camp rafters did come for the dragon, but the news was obtained by himself from the Tan family. The Tan family didn't know it. It was probably only people from the Black Witch Sect.
I know, is the news released by the Black Witch Cult?
However, the Hehuan Sect's sect is in the northeast region, so you should also know about the fallen dragons in the camp.
Zhuo Bufan's spiritual sense fell on the two bearded men sitting by the window. They were wearing thick mink fur and wearing velvet hats and whispered.
"Brother, this time the fall of the Dragon Mountains has been opened, do we two brothers have a chance to get a handful of them?"
"Haha, take a try? Are you all fools in the Black Witch Sect, Hehuan Sect, and Qinglong Gang? It's not our turn. Besides, I heard that Shadow Kill seems to be coming in this direction, probably for the sake of falling.
dragon."
"Don't the Black Witch Sect, Hehuan Sect, and Qinglong Gang all want to kill Yingying? If they fight, then we brothers can take the opportunity to catch one."
"Let's see it then, so I'd better go back to the hotel and have a good rest. I'll have to do something about Juling Mountains tomorrow to see the situation."
Zhuo Bufan took back his spiritual consciousness. How did these people know their whereabouts and know that they were here?
Zhuo Bufan hasn't even been online recently, so he naturally didn't know that he had become a celebrity in the dark world, and his whereabouts were posted on the Internet.
"Juling Mountains?" Zhuo Bufan narrowed his eyes slightly, left the hotel after checking out. After leaving the hotel, Zhuo Bufan walked around the park again, and found some old men and ladies to learn about the legend of the dragon falling from the rafters.
The whole country was shocked at that time, but the Internet was not developed at that time, and people who knew it were better, let alone those who had seen it with their own eyes. However, Zhuo Bufan also received a lot of information. It is estimated that there are really a corpse of a dragon here.
Zhuo Bufan asked about the Juling Mountains again. There was a rolling mountain range north of the Yingqiu, like a green mountain barrier, covering the sky. The strangest thing was that the mountains were covered with clouds and mist for many years, and all those entering the mountain were missing.
No one came out alive, so the mountains are also called the Death Mountain by the locals, and no one dares to go deeper.
After resting for a night, Zhuo Bufan sat in the room, breathing, and adjusting his body to the most perfect state.
After all, tomorrow we might encounter people from Hehuan Sect, Qinglong Gang and even the Black Witch Sect. He and these people are dead and cannot avoid a fight.
The moon rabbit falls, the golden crow rises, and reflects brilliant colorful light through the clouds and mist.
Zhuo Bufan packed up his things and left the hotel. He looked for remote places along the way and ran with his true energy. He was faster than riding a bicycle. In less than two hours, he arrived at the bottom of the mountain.
However, at this time, the bottom of the mountain range was full of bodyguards in black clothes and black pants. About a hundred people had blocked the entire pass into the mountain, and even nearby villagers were not allowed to go up the mountain.
"Old lady, aren't you going up the mountain?" Zhuo Bufan saw an old lady with a hunched back and carrying a bamboo basket on her back being blocked and asked.
"Hey, I can't go up the mountain, I've been sealed by someone. It was Lord Wei who sealed the mountain. We are not allowed to go up." The old woman said and coughed gently and sighed.
Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly, "Who is Lord Wei?"
"Young man, you are not from our place, are you not even Wei Zhongkui?" said the eldest wife kindly, "He is the most powerful person here and I can't afford to offend him. I advise you to leave quickly, these people are the ones I'm going to say.
There must be something here.”
After saying that, the old woman walked towards the village with a bamboo basket on her back.
Zhuo Bufan narrowed his eyes slightly, then strode towards the mountain pass. If he walked around from the side, he could also go up, but it would waste a lot of time.
As soon as he reached the mountain pass, a bodyguard in black stood up and looked at Zhuo Bufan with a cold look, "Mr. Wei has an order, this mountain is sealed, and idle people can't go in."
Zhuo Bufan raised his palm and was about to kill these people directly into the mountain when he suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Uncle, are there really dragons here?"
Turning his head, he saw a woman wearing black leather pants and a white down jacket, and a middle-aged man wearing a purple gold-edged Tang suit next to him. He looked about fifty years old, and a group of strict bodyguards were followed behind him.
"I don't know if it's true?" said the middle-aged man in Tang suit.
"Hey, what are you doing? No one is allowed to enter here, come and leave quickly." The bodyguard behind the middle-aged man in Tang suit saw Zhuo Bufan and scolded him sternly.
The middle-aged man and the woman next to him raised their heads and saw Zhuo Bufan standing at the entrance to the mountain pass.
"Hey, why are you?" the woman exclaimed. This woman was Zhang Yuxuan who Zhuo Bufan saved yesterday, but she didn't expect to meet Zhuo Bufan here.
The middle-aged man in Tang suit frowned and said suspiciously: "Xiaoxuan, do you know him?"
"Uncle, yesterday I either told you that I was robbed, or that he saved me, and he knew martial arts." Zhang Yuxuan said truthfully.
The middle-aged man in Tang suit waved his hand and the bodyguard who stood in front of Zhuo Bufan retreated.
"This little brother, my name is Wei Zhongkui. I don't know the name of the little brother's surname?" Wei Zhongkui asked with a kind look on his face.
Wei Zhongkui is the underground king of the camp. He is rich and powerful. He can get to this point and still has eyesight. In such cold weather, Zhuo Bufan is wearing a single dress but seems not cold. He beats two robbers away with bare hands. He should be a practitioner.
son.
"Zhuo Bufan." Zhuo Bufan said.
Zhang Yuxuan smiled and said, "I thought you had already returned home, why did you come here?" (To be continued)