Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

Seeing Zhang Xiaocui and Zhang Huan's mysterious appearance, Zhuo Bufan couldn't help shaking his head in his heart: "With my current status and strength, who can get into my eyes, you guys are so mysterious."

In fact, this kind of situation often occurs in the real world. There are always people who are afraid of what you know, and who has ever understood that the height you stand at is something he will never be able to reach.

Back in the yard, Zhang Xiaocui asked Zhuo Bufan to have dinner with them for the first time.

On the table are fish-flavored pork shreds, dry-stir-fried green beans, and potato shreds are some home-cooked dishes. Zhang Huan smiled and said, "Zhuo Bufan, how about trying my cooking?"

"Yeah." Zhuo Bufan hummed, although he doesn't have to eat often now, but it's still okay to eat once in a while.

"Grandma Zhang, Zhang Huan, I'm going back to my room first." After eating, Zhuo Bufan left the North Wing and returned to his own room.

Zhang Xiaocui held a small flower pot for planting bodhi flowers and observed carefully. Is that kid really capable? Otherwise, his flowers had been withered for a week, so why would they be fine the next day? Moreover, he treated Miss Chu's illness. The method seems to be very clever, is there any expert behind him?

"Little girl Chun's heart is moved, and she is still looking at others." Zhang Xiaocui glared at Zhang Huan who had been looking at Zhuo Bufan's back, "Don't even think about how he is good enough for you."

"Grandma, what are you talking about? You're so embarrassing." Zhang Huan's face turned as red as a ripe tomato in the field, and he went into the kitchen with the bowls and chopsticks to rinse them.

Back in the room, Zhuo Bufan opened the window and let the moonlight shine on him. Following the rhythm of his work and breathing, a circle of faint ripples emanated from his mouth. Yuehua was attracted by the ripples, and the surrounding moonlight was dim There are many, but the moonlight shining on him is the brightest.

"Now that I have purchased the foundation building period, if I follow the current speed, I can reach the peak state a hundred years earlier than in my previous life. However, in my previous life, it was precisely because I practiced bravely and diligently that my foundation was unstable. Now I can't blindly pursue the state. To improve, but to feel the heart of Dao and lay a good foundation for every step."

Although Zhuo Bufan thought so in his heart, he had to be prepared for many things. According to his calculation, the master behind the ghost king was at least the strength in the early stage of foundation establishment. High-level cultivators are prey to the strong. If they encounter a cultivator with a higher level than themselves, they will fall into a disadvantage.

The only way now is to practice supernatural powers without raising the realm.

What is supernatural power? In fact, it is a spell, but the only difference from a spell is the release time and power.

Spells are just like Western magic. Magic requires meditation and chanting, which is the CD cooling in the game. Spells also need seals, and even large-scale spells need to be arranged in advance. You must know that the battle is changing rapidly. Who can seize the opportunity? can survive.

The supernatural powers are like the unicorn arms that startle the clouds in the midst of the storm. They are self-contained, and they can be used without any preparations, and can be manipulated at will.

"What supernatural power should I practice now, Devouring Art? Wind Transformation?"

One of these two supernatural powers can open its mouth to swallow any energy, but if the opponent's energy is too strong, it will eventually explode and die. The second is a natural supernatural power, and its body can travel thousands of miles a day like the wind.

"I, Zhuo Bufan, am a majestic Ninth Rank Immortal Venerable. Even if I die in battle, I will never run away." Zhuo Bufan thought about it, and suddenly his eyes lit up. Last time, he found the fire-type demon core on the tiger in Baihua Valley. Can refine the fire pupils.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Bufan immediately closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, and gathered the fire elements in his body towards his eyes little by little, but before he got close to his pupils, he felt a tingling pain in his eyes, as if he was about to go blind, and hurriedly called it a day.

Looking at the red eyes in the mirror, Zhuo Bufan revealed a wry smile, the so-called supernatural power, with a word of god, is so easy to cultivate. The vajra body I cultivated in my previous life was only after the transformation of gods. It has never been heard that someone can cultivate supernatural powers during the foundation establishment period.

"It seems that I'm still a little too anxious." Zhuo Bufan shook his head with a wry smile, he still had to take it step by step, unless he could make and refine the 'Qing Ling Pill' to ease the impact of the fire-type aura.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Bufan rolled up his sleeves and looked at the willow branch tattoo on it, it seemed that it was time to find out the secret of the 'dead' monk, maybe he could gain something.

When I came outside the yard, there was a gentle breeze and the moon was shining like jade.

Zhuo Bufan took a handful of cool water to wash his face by the ancient well, and suddenly saw Zhang Huan hiding behind the pomegranate tree, his body under the moonlight was as smooth as jade, slim and graceful.

Hearing the sound behind him, Zhang Huan screamed, turned his head and the two looked at each other, Zhuo Bufan had lived for three hundred years, but his complexion was as usual, but Zhang Huan's face was already so red that he was about to bleed.

"I didn't do it on purpose." Zhuo Bufan hurriedly turned his head: "I just came out to wash my face."

It turned out that Zhang Huan was cleaning his body. There was no water heater or bathroom in the courtyard. She and her grandma were usually in the yard. She was used to standing under the tree to wash her body at night, but she never expected Zhuo Bufan to come out.

"Little pervert, die." Suddenly, Zhang Xiaocui jumped out from the inner hall, Gao Gaoyue slapped Zhuo Bufan's back with his palm.

Zhuo Bufan frowned, turned around to meet the attack, and clapped their hands together, Zhuo Bufan remained motionless, but Zhang Xiaocui suddenly flew backwards, staggered a few steps, and managed to stand still, with a look of horror in his eyes: "You boy!" Can you still know martial arts?"

"Just a little bit, I didn't peek at your granddaughter taking a bath, I went back to sleep first." After Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, he walked towards his room with his hands behind his back.

Zhang Huan had already covered his body with clothes, but the exposed large snow-greasy skin was as white as milk under the moonlight.

"Grandma, Zhuo Bufan didn't do it on purpose, it's just that he didn't see me."

"You girl, I think you have to count the money for others after being sold." Zhang Xiaocui scolded angrily, and thought to herself: "This kid can actually know martial arts, so he happened to know Zhang Huan? Is there anything wrong with that?" human purpose."

"Grandma." Zhang Huan's head was almost buried in his chest in embarrassment.

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At this moment, in a prison-like building in the south of Qishan Mountain.

A man in a black robe opened his mouth and let out a low roar like a beast. Around him lay a dozen naked female corpses. Each of them had a blood hole in their neck. Their eyes were wide open and they were dead. Extremely painful.

"That's right, that's right, I'm cruel enough." Someone came in suddenly, clapped his hands, glanced at the corpse on the ground, with a smile on his lips.

The black-robed man turned his head to stare at him and said, "I have followed Master's words. During this period of time, I killed thirty virgin women and absorbed their pure Yin power. Why don't you still want to see me?"

"The Holy See is at an important moment of retreat, and I can't see you yet, but he said that you can go out to avenge Zhuo Bufan, kill him, and bring his body back."

"My family was ruined by Zhuo Bufan. If I, Lian Xun, don't kill him, I swear I won't be human." The black-robed man raised his head, revealing a pair of narrow and cold eyes, his mouth was covered with blood, and he looked extremely terrifying. Lian Xun, the son of Qingzhou Ghost King.

It turned out that when Zhuo Bufan killed the ghost king, he fled overnight to Shuzhou to find the ghost king's master. He wanted to ask him to help him avenge him. However, during this period of time, the teaching seat was undergoing intense retreat, but the professor taught him to quickly break through the cultivation base. Methods.