"Anyway, it's the people we can't afford to offend." Wei Jingshou finished speaking, looking at He Shouming and said, "Old He, let's give up the marriage between Qiankun and Wuxue."
As he said that, Wei Jingshou glanced at He Wuxue. No matter what relationship He Wuxue and Zhuo Bufan were, the people in the Wei family did not want to take this risk of offending Zhuo Bufan.
He Wuxue stood there in a daze.
He didn't know who Zhuo Bufan was, but the people in the Wei family were so afraid of him that they even chose to cancel the marriage because Zhuo Bufan and she were just friends.
"Mr. Wei, who is he?" He Jingxing couldn't help but frown.
He Shouming also frowned and said in confusion: "Is he the eldest son from the capital or the successor of some super power?"
"He is not a young master from the capital, nor is he from a super power, but he can be a clan alone." Wei Jingshou murmured to himself with his hands on his back.
Zhuo Bufan stepped on the Hehuan Sect and the Qinglong Gang to suppress the underground forces in the Northeast, and indeed deserved this title.
One person is one clan!
Wei Jingshou's high evaluation was stunned.
This is not what an ordinary person said, but it comes from the mouth of a martial arts master.
In a restaurant on Gulangyu Island, a group of well-dressed men and women held a party on the first floor of the hotel.
"Qingzi, why don't you go to drink with us? Why are you stupid here?" Zhong Junxian, wearing a straight suit, holding a glass of Martini in his hand, walked to Han Qingzi who was watching the night view along the balcony guardrail.
Han Qingzi was wearing a long suspender green dress, revealing her snow-white pear shoulders. Under the light, her skin shone with a seductive white luster, like milk.
"I'm not in a daze, I just think of Xiao Wu's friend again. Who is he? It feels very special." Han Qingzi murmured with the champagne in his hand.
Zhong Junxian frowned slightly, feeling a little jealous, "No matter who he is, isn't it Zhang Tongtong's brother? What's so amazing?"
"Don't be jealous, I'm just curious. He waved his hand on the beach in the afternoon and knocked the two bodyguards away. Are they the legendary martial arts masters?" Han Qingzi said with a smile and holding Zhong Junxian's arm.
Just as Zhong Junxian was about to finish speaking, a clear sound came from the sky, like a dragon's roar.
As the Buddha sounded again, people in the banquet hall were stunned and looked out the window.
The hotel is still a few hundred meters away from the beach, and the window is as dark as ink, but at this time, a blue rainbow light spreads over a hundred meters away, like a green dragon, and occasionally the sound of the dragon roars sounds.
On the other side, a golden light shone brightly, like a pearl moving towards the shore quickly.
"This...what is this?" The cup in Zhong Junxian's hand fell to the ground and turned into pieces of glass.
Han Qingzi even widened his beautiful eyes, "Is he a god?"
Not only them, everyone in the hotel was stunned and looked at the scene in front of them, and some even took their phones to take pictures.
"Is that Zhuo Bufan?"
At this moment, Han Qingzi saw a man walking slowly towards the beach under the dim lights of a road with his hands on his back. The hotel is two streets away from the He family's villa. Although he couldn't see Zhuo Bufan's appearance clearly.
But judging from his body and temperament, it was definitely him.
Inside the He family villa.
Wei Jingshou and others also heard the same sound and walked out of the villa one after another. Looking at the blue sky and a flash of golden light on the sea, they had already arrived on the beach in the blink of an eye.
Zhuo Bufan walked forward step by step, neither rushing nor slow, but every time he took a step, he was already ten meters away.
"Did you come so suddenly?"
Zhuo Bufan stood on the beach and watched two lights flashing in front of him. He saw an old man in a green robe standing with his hands behind his back, his feet on the waves, his body exuding a strong temperament, and there was a faint dragon behind him.
born.
"Oh Amitabha." Another light stopped and saw a bald monk wearing a yellow robe with a dazzling golden light on his body, like the Dragon and Tiger Venerable sitting down, sitting in a lotus seat, floating on the sea.
The two of them are as scattered as the sea, unfathomable.
"Shadow Kill!" The old man in green robe looked at Zhuo Bufan coldly, his eyes solidified, and a green sword energy bursting out from his eyes crossed a hundred meters and hit Zhuo Bufan.
"snort."
Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly, and a golden light appeared in his eyes. A golden sword burst out, colliding with the blue sword energy in the air and turning into nothingness.
After the sword energy collided, the energy that spread out stirred up waves.
"It's true that there are some skills." The old man in green robe snorted coldly.
Zhuo Bufan looked at the two of them calmly. He was very familiar with the aura of the old man in the green robe. He must be the old Qinglong of the Qinglong Gang.
As for the other monk, it should be the great elder of Ning Xuan’s master Hehuan Sect.
The two of them actually traveled thousands of miles to find Fuzhou from the northeast.
"I was in seclusion and broke through. I didn't have time to come out. You dared to kill Qinglong and my grandson Wei Zeyu. Today I will use your blood to pay tribute to them." The old Qinglong sounded like a bell, shaking the sea water flew.
"Xingsha, you do most of the evils, your hands are covered with blood. Come to the Hehuan Sect with me and let me chant scriptures to save you." The great elder of the Hehuan Sect closed his eyes and murmured.
"Your sons and grandsons died at my hands because they did so many evil things and took the initiative to provoke me. Are you talking so well-sounding, and aren't you getting something from Jiaolong Valley?"
Zhuo Bufan sneered.
People who are aware of martial arts and magical magic have long been indifferent to the common family affection. How could they provoke a powerful enemy for the sake of life and death of a mere junior? The old Qinglong and the elder of the Hehuan Sect came from thousands of miles to
The things he got from Jiaolong Valley were only these things that attracted such old monsters to come out.
The old Qinglong frowned and looked at Zhuo Bufan with a faint look. Thirty years ago, he did break through the Jiaolong Valley. At that time, the formation outside the Jiaolong was the weakest, but he only stayed on the periphery for a while.
I found two dragon scales and took them back.
Later, he trained the scales into soft armor, which was extremely soft on his body, but as strong as steel, and even the attack of the shells could withstand it.
He just found a scale on the outside, which was the treasure. Zhuo Bufan stayed in Jiaolong Valley for three months, and he didn't know how many benefits he had gained.
"If you are willing to hand over the treasures obtained in Jiaolong Valley and the sword on you, we can spare your life." Old Qinglong pondered.
The great elder said: "Buddhist does not kill animals. If the donor turns back and is on the shore, our Hehuan Sect can also cross the donor's sea of suffering."
"Hahaha..." Zhuo Bufan laughed to the sky, "It's not the first time I met Zhuo Bufan, who can kill people and seize treasures so righteously." (To be continued)