Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

Walking out of the villa with Qiu Jinse in his arms, Shi Jian saw Qiu Jinse who was covered in blood and looked haggard, and his eyes tightened, "Master, sister Jinse?"

"Kill him." Zhuo Bufan glanced indifferently at the man kneeling on the ground.

"You...you can't kill me, my master won't let you go." Master Mo showed a look of horror on his face.

Shi Jian looked at the bloodstains on Qiu Jinse's body, gritted his silver teeth in hatred, and shook the purple and green sword in his hand, the tip of the sword was like a gorgeous lotus flower, the ink master closed his eyes, and it was as white as paper.

But at this moment, a white halo emanated from Master Mo's body, blocking the light of the sword, and even made Shi Jian take a few steps back before stopping.

"Body protection magic weapon?" Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly, and immediately grabbed the void with his palm, an invisible paw print directly scratched the white shield, and punched Mo Shi on the chest.

Master Mo is only a magician at the same level as Master Wu, not even at the peak of Taoism, and has no strength to resist at all. Being hit by a punch, the whole person flew upside down, all internal organs were shattered, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

But these were not enough, Zhuo Bufan formed a seal with one hand, and immediately imprisoned the soul of the ink master, "It is too easy to die happily, I will burn your soul with golden fire, let the ashes fly into smoke, and you will never be reborn forever. "

Master Mo's soul is like a miniature figure, Zhuo Bufan restrained him in the formation in his palm, trembling, "You... If you don't let me go, my master will definitely kill you, let you die without burial land."

Ordinary sorcerers cultivate soul and spiritual power. Even if the body dies, the soul can remain on the earth for a period of time, absorbing evil energy, and thus become a spirit body such as ghost cultivator or evil cultivator.

Originally, Master Mo wanted to wait for Zhuo Bufan and others to leave, and hide his soul with the magic weapon given by the master, and then turn into a ghost cultivator. Unexpectedly, Zhuo Bufan saw through all this.

"Noisy." Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly, and a golden flame wrapped the miniature ink master, burning violently, the pain of burning the soul was ten thousand times more painful than scraping the bone and skin.

He will not be merciful to any enemy who dares to hurt those close to him.

The three left the villa.

Zhuo Bufan sent Qiu Jinse back to his villa, and injected a series of spiritual energy into Qiu Jinse's body to help her repair the scars on her flesh and blood. Although the physical damage can be repaired, she felt that the spiritual damage would take time to recover slowly.

"Will you stay with me?" Qiu Jinse opened his eyes, staring at Zhuo Bufan with beautiful eyes, and said weakly.

"En." Zhuo Bufan nodded, leaning against the head of the bed, "I'll be by your side, you can sleep peacefully and have a good rest."

Standing aside, Shi Jian said, "My lord, I..."

"I'll leave the others to you. I'll wait for you in Jinling." Zhuo Bufan said flatly.

"Well, I will definitely finish my work and come back as soon as possible." Shi Jian nodded and left the room immediately.

...

One day and one night of train journey, from Xuzhou to Canglan, Shi Jian sat by the window, quietly looking at the receding mountain scenery outside the window, she did not choose to take the plane, but just wanted to spend more time on the road, and study hard The Hualianhua Sword Art taught to him by Zhuo Bufan.

After all, this is the first time the Young Master has given her a task, and she has to complete it well.

After a day and a night, she arrived at Canglan, she had been here with Zhuo Bufan last year, and she was familiar with the road, so she found the entrance of the mountainside villa where Canglan carried Yang Wenshan.

"Hey, where is the cutie from? She's so pretty." A few thugs with cropped hair who were in charge of guarding the villa saw a pretty little girl coming to the villa, and their faces showed lewdness in an instant.

"Let my brother take a look, she looks really pretty." A little gangster said with a smile.

Shi Jian frowned, shook the small bell on his wrist, and instantly a two-foot purple-green sword appeared in his hand, a sword light flickered, and several punks were cut with a big hole, the bones were visible, and they fell to the ground and howled.

"Where is Yang Wenshan, let him come out to see me." Shi Jian's voice was cold, like a Siberian wind blowing.

Soon, a middle-aged man came out of the villa, and another man in his thirties with a fierce look was Cang Lan's underground overlord Yang Wenshan, followed by a group of gangsters.

When Yang Wenshan saw Shi Jian standing at the door, his expression changed slightly, "Miss Shi Jian, why are you here? Where is Mr. Zhuo?"

Yang Wenshan rolled his eyes around, but he didn't find Zhuo Bufan.

In the past three months, the Ruan family attacked all the properties owned by Zhuo Bufan. He had already defected to the Ruan family, but the scene where Zhuo Bufan blatantly killed Master Heimu and dragon fish in Yanxia Lake was still in his memory. In his mind, he felt awe and fear towards Zhuo Bufan from the bottom of his heart.

These days, he was afraid that Zhuo Bufan would come to him.

"I'm the only one here." Shi Jian said.

"You come here alone?" Yang Wenshan frowned, thinking secretly, could it be that Zhuo Bufan was dragged by the masters of the Ruan family.

The only bit of flattery on Yang Wenshan's face disappeared in an instant, and a cold light appeared in his eyes, "Mr. Zhuo refuses to come to this small place where we are chatting, and Miss Sword Attendant comes alone. I don't know why?"

"You betrayed my son, I am here to behead your dog today for my son." Shi Jian gritted his silver teeth, and his bright eyes gleamed coldly.

"Haha, it's up to you, if Zhuo Bufan comes here in person, I, Yang Wenshan, would still be afraid of him, and you, a little girl, actually want to come and kill me. Think I, Yang Wenshan, are some soft persimmons, can anyone bully me?" Yang Wenshan He seemed to hear something funny and laughed out loud.

"Take her down for me. When I've had enough fun, I'll give it to you. Everyone has a share." Yang Wenshan laughed loudly.

The subordinates behind him have long been salivating. After all, a woman as beautiful as Shi Jian with outstanding temperament is not something people like them can usually get in touch with.

"court death."

Seeing the people rushing up, Shi Jian's beautiful eyes flickered with cold light, and he danced the sword in his hand like a dragon dancing, the sword lights were extremely gorgeous, and one person fell down in just one breath.

Yang Wenshan's face changed slightly, revealing a dignified expression. Did he know that Shi Jian was not good at martial arts, but he was trained by Zhuo Bufan to become a master swordsman in just a few months?

"Master Wang, it's up to you." Yang Wenshan said to the capable man beside him.

This man is also Canglan's martial artist, and Yang Wenshan spent a lot of money to recruit him to act as a close bodyguard and a trump card to deter other forces.

The man named Master Wang took a step forward, his eyes bursting with ejaculation. He is a master of the eighth level of dark energy, and Shi Jian is only in the early stage of dark energy.

"Little girl, it's not good to play with swords." Master Wang said, with tiger fingers in both hands, his figure was like the wind, and he attacked violently.

Although Shi Jian has less time to practice martial arts, he takes the elixir refined by Zhuo Bufan every day, and his body absorbs spiritual energy. What's more, what Zhuo Bufan taught her is immortal art, and even ordinary masters are no match for him. That's why Zhuo Bufan let her go out to exercise.

"The first form of Hualianhua Sword Art - Snowy Night."

Immediately, Yang Wenshan, Master Wang, and the gangsters around showed shock. It was summer, but everyone suddenly felt a burst of cold air. Refreshing snowflakes fell within a radius of ten feet, and a sword light came like a divine light.

Before Master Wang could react, he felt a pain in his chest, and the sword pierced through his heart. He couldn't believe until he died that a little girl in the early stage of dark energy could kill him with a single sword.

"Girl Shijian, spare me..." Before Yang Wenshan could finish his sentence, Shijian turned around and slashed with a sword light, Yang Wenshan's head flew into the sky.