Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

The boy was wearing a blue clover sportswear, his slightly long black hair was rippling in the wind, his hands were in his trouser pockets, and he seemed to be taking a stroll in the garden.

"Who are you, get out of here, or I'll kill you." Ji Le clutched her chest, with a trail of blood still flowing from her lips.

One of the top ten successors of the Hehuan Sect, he has never suffered such a loss, and his heart is full of anger.

But Monk Deng Cao looked at Zhuo Bufan cautiously, squinted his eyes and looked up and down, already determined in his heart, three levels of Qi training?

At this time, Lian Shijian also saw clearly the figure in the wind and sand, getting closer, her face gradually became clearer, her eyes turned red immediately, and she exclaimed in surprise: "Young master."

This person is Zhuo Bufan.

It is 800 meters away from here, which is the place where Zhuo Bufan and Mo Susu rested. Just now, Zhuo Bufan sensed the aura on the bracelet, so he followed it. Only his closest person, he sent his own hand. Manufactured instruments.

Zhuo Bufan was also taken aback when he saw Lian Shijian, he didn't expect Lian Shijian to follow him to Lop Nur.

"So you are the son of a little beauty. I don't know if you are the son of that family?" Ji Le narrowed his eyes and stared at Zhuo Bufan coldly.

Master Deng Cao didn't say a word, but he was already thinking secretly, the jasper bracelet in Lian Shijian's hand looked like a magic weapon, maybe it was given to her by the young man in front of him, indicating that this kid might have other treasures at home.

"Second son of the Zhuo family in Qingzhou." Zhuo Bufan said indifferently.

Bliss was stunned for a moment, Qingzhou Zhuo family?

"Qingzhou Zhuo family? Never heard of it, isn't it a famous family?" Ji Le asked suspiciously.

But Deng Cao suddenly said: "My lord, have you forgotten that the Zhuo family is a dog under our Hehuan sect?"

"Oh, I remembered, the Zhuo family still begged our Hehuan sect to be a dog of our Hehuan sect. I didn't expect the second young master of the Zhuo family to be so awesome. He would kill me when he met." Blissful haha laughed.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Zhuo Bufan frowned.

The Zhuo family is a dog of the Hehuan Sect? Could it be that Zhuo Luo secretly contributed to this Hehuan Sect?

"Now you kneel down and kowtow nine hundred and ninety-nine to my grandfather, and then crawl away, I can spare your life." Ji Le laughed loudly.

Suddenly, Zhuo Bufan's figure moved, he clenched his fist, and punched him in the face, and Ji Le immediately flew out, drawing long ravines against the yellow sand.

Monk Deng Cao took off the Buddhist beads around his neck, "Your Excellency is only a mere third level of Qi training, if you don't stop, I will kill you today."

Zhuo Bufan stared at him coldly, "Didn't you plan to kill me a long time ago? Isn't it the law and common sense in the cultivation world to kill and seize treasure?"

"Uncle Dengcao, kill him." Ji Le's face was covered with blood, he was too careless, did not expect Zhuo Bufan to have such strength.

"In this case, then don't blame me for being rude, Acacia Demon Sound!" Uncle Deng Cao shouted, and the beads in his hand immediately flew out, a total of eighteen beads were hanging in the sky above Zhuo Bufan,

Monk Deng Cao sang Buddha's voice in his mouth, and the eighteen Buddhist beads immediately emitted a light like a golden star, and bursts of Buddha's voice spread into Zhuo Bufan's spiritual sea, setting off monstrous waves.

This is the spell of rhythm attack, attacking the enemy's spiritual sea, which is simply the spiritual consciousness.

Zhuo Bufan frowned, this old monk's strength is actually at the fifth level of Qi training, no wonder he is confident.

But Zhuo Bufan is very depressed, why only his strength will be suppressed after entering Lop Nur, but the strength of these people will not.

Seeing Zhuo Bufan standing on the spot like a log, the old monk laughed loudly and said: "Almsgiver, I have advised you a long time ago, you are looking for death yourself, no wonder me, oh Amitabha."

Ji Le got up, clenched his right fist, the fist exuded a golden light, and shouted: "Vajra Subduing Demon Fist!"

After all, a fist hit Zhuo Bufan's face, just when the two thought that the overall situation was settled, Zhuo Bufan suddenly moved, grabbed Ji Le's fist, pulled it hard, and a bloody fist flew into the sky. It rose and landed in the sand not far away.

"Nie Yi... dare to hurt Master Bliss." Monk Deng Cao was taken aback, his magic sound attack was useless against Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan has 300 years of experience in cultivation, and his mental strength is far beyond human comparison. A small attack from a magic sound is like hitting a stone with a pebble.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Eighteen Buddha beads in the air exploded inch by inch, turning into powder.

Zhuo Bufan's figure flashed, and he slapped the old monk's chest. The old monk flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and a big mouthful of blood spewed out from his mouth. Zhuo Bufan chased after him with a knife in his hand, and cut off his head , a mass of flames burned the body into nothingness.

When Ji Le saw it, his face turned pale with shock, his face changed suddenly, he suddenly took out a golden bead from his bosom and swallowed it into his stomach, the whole person's momentum changed instantly, and he fled towards the distance.

Even Master Dengcao was easily beheaded by Zhuo Bufan, he knew that even with the gold beads given to him by his grandfather, he could not beat Zhuo Bufan, the only thought now was - escape!

Lian Shijian stood where she was, everything happened so fast that she didn't even have time to react.

"You wait for me here." Zhuo Bufan left a sentence, and two sharp lights shot out from his eyes, staring at the direction of Ji Le's escape, and chased after him.

After running for three thousand meters, Zhuo Bufan walked against the wind, his hands clenched into fists, "Sun Moon Ming Wang Fist!"

With a distance of 100 meters, two spiritual energy flower-shaped fists hit Ji Le's back directly, and Ji Le flew out with his back sunken and his chest protruding. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he fell to the ground.

Zhuo Bufan immediately chased after him, staring at him coldly, as if staring at a lamb.

"You...you can't kill me...I am a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, and my grandfather is the sixth elder...I am..." Ji Le vomited blood from his mouth as he finished speaking, with a look of horror in his eyes.

"I hate people touching the people around me the most, you have to die." Zhuo Bufan opened his hands, and a ball of red flame jumped and threw it directly on Ji Le's body.

"Ah... no... I don't want to die..."

Ji Le screamed desperately, the whole person has slowly turned into a mass of nothingness, at this moment... a golden glow suddenly shot towards the sky like an arrow.

"Dare to run!" Zhuo Bufan's gaze sank, and he threw a talisman that turned into a thunderbolt and hit the golden bead. The golden bead staggered, and then continued to fly north.

Zhuo Bufan frowned: "It actually let it go away. This golden bead should be a magic weapon of the third grade or above. It seems that it is something that this guy's elders gave him to save his life."

When he returned to the original place, Lian Shijian was still standing there waiting for him.

"Young master." Seeing Zhuo Bufan, Lian Shijian's bright eyes immediately became foggy.