Chapter 201 Qishan Lianxun

Zhuo Bufan saw the mysterious appearance of Zhang Xiaocui and Zhang Huan, and he couldn't help shaking his head: "With my current status and strength, who can get into my eyes, you are engaged in the mysterious secrets."

In fact, this situation often occurs in the real world. There are always people who are afraid of what you know, and who once understood that the height you are standing on is beyond his reach.

Back in the yard, Zhang Xiaocui let Zhuo Bufan eat with them for an unprecedented time.

On the table were shredded fish-flavored pork, stir-fried green beans, and shredded potatoes. Zhang Huan smiled and said, "Zhuo Bufan, how about you try my craft?"

"Yeah." Zhuo Bufan snorted. Although he doesn't need to eat often now, he can still eat occasionally.

"Grandma Zhang, Zhang Huan, I'll go back to the room first." After eating, Zhuo Bufan left the North Wing and returned to his room.

Zhang Xiaocui held a small flowerpot for planting linden flowers, and observed carefully, did that kid really have the ability, or else his flowers had withered for a week, so how could it be better the next day, and he treated Miss Chu's illness? The methods seem 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. "Just don't think about how he fits you like him."

"Grandma, what are you talking about? I'm so ashamed." Zhang Huan's face was instantly red as ripe tomatoes in the field, and he walked into the kitchen to wash the bowls and chopsticks.

Zhuo Bufan, who returned to the room, opened the window and let the moonlight shine on him. With the rhythm of his work and rest, a circle of faint ripples radiated from his mouth. Yuehua was attracted by the ripples, and the moonlight all around was dim. A lot of it, but the moonlight shining on him is the brightest.

"Now I have bought the foundation building period. If at the current rate, I can reach the peak state a hundred years earlier than in my previous life. However, in the previous life, it is precisely because of my bravery and diligence that I have an unstable foundation. Now I can't blindly pursue the realm. To improve, it is to comprehend Taoism and lay the foundation for every step."

Although Zhuo Bufan thought this way, he had to be prepared for many things. According to his calculations, the master behind the ghost king was at least the strength of the initial foundation. Although he is not afraid now, there may be more advanced cultivation skills. The weak and the strong eat the strong, if you encounter a cultivator with a higher level than you, you will fall into a disadvantage.

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

What is supernatural power? It's actually a spell, but the only difference from a spell is the time and power it releases.

Spells are like Western magic. Magic requires meditation and chanting, which is the CD cooling in the game. Spells also need to be sealed, and even large spells need to be arranged in advance. You must know the rapid changes in the battle, who can seize the opportunity and who Can survive.

The magical powers are like a unicorn arm that screams the clouds in the wind and the clouds. It comes with its own body, and it can be used without any preparation work and can be manipulated at will.

"What supernatural powers should I practice now, swallowing Jue? Dissolve the wind?"

One of these two magical powers can open his mouth and swallow any energy, but if the other's energy is too strong, he will eventually explode and die. The second is the natural magical power, and the body can travel thousands of miles like the wind.

"I, Zhuo Bufan, is a dignified Nineth Rank Immortal Venerable. Even if I die in battle, I will never run away." Zhuo Bufan thought about it, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he found the fire demon core on the big tiger last time in Baihua Valley. Can refining fire twin pupils.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Bufan immediately closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, and gathered the fire element in his body towards his eyes a little bit, but before he got close to his pupils, he felt a tingling pain in his eyes, as if he was going to be blind, and quickly finished work.

Looking at the red eyes in the mirror, Zhuo Bufan’s mouth showed a wry smile. The so-called magical powers, with a word of God, is so good for cultivation. The diamond body I practiced in the previous life was only after the gods. In the realm of cultivation I have never heard that someone can cultivate supernatural powers during the foundation building.

"It seems that I'm still a little too anxious." Zhuo Bufan shook his head with a wry smile. He still has to take it step by step, unless he can refine the ‘Clear Spirit Pill’ to ease the impact of the fire element’s aura.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Bufan raised his sleeves and looked at the willow branch tattoo on it. It seemed that it was time to find the secret of the ‘dead’ monk, and perhaps he could gain something.

Coming to the outside of the yard, the breeze was slow, and the moon was like jade.

Zhuo Bufan held a handful of cool cold water beside the ancient well and washed his face, and suddenly saw Zhang Huan hiding behind the pomegranate tree, his body in the moonlight glowing like jade and slim.

Hearing the sound behind him, Zhang Huan screamed. Turning his head, 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 red and bleeding.

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

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

"Little pervert, die." Suddenly, Zhang Xiaocui jumped out of the inner hall and patted Zhuo Bufan's back with a high leap.

Zhuo Bufan frowned, turned around and greeted him with a palm of his hand. They patted their hands together, Zhuo Bufan stood still, but Zhang Xiaocui suddenly flew out, staggered a few steps, and barely stood still, with a look of horror in his eyes: "You kid Actually still martial arts?"

"It's just a little bit. I didn't peek at your granddaughter to take a shower, so I went back to bed first." Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, and walked towards his room with his hands on his back.

Zhang Huan had wrapped his clothes long ago, but the exposed large areas of snowy skin were as white as milk under the moonlight.

"Grandma, Zhuo Bufan didn't mean it, but he didn't see my body."

"You girl, I think you have to count the money for others if you are sold." Zhang Xiaocui cursed badly, secretly thinking: "This kid actually knows how to martial arts, so by chance I know Zhang Huan? Is there anything unspeakable? Human purpose."

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

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At this time, somewhere in the south of Qishan, it was in a prison-like building.

A man in a black robe opened his mouth and let out a low roar like a beast. Around him lay more than a dozen unclothed female corpses. Everyone had a blood hole in his neck. He opened his eyes and died. Extremely painful.

"Yes, yes, heart is cruel enough." Suddenly someone came in, clapped his hands, glanced at the corpse underground, with a smile on his mouth.

The black-robed man turned his head and stared at him and said: "I have done what Master said. During this period of time, I have killed 30 virgin women and absorbed their pure Yin power, and I have practiced bloodthirsty magic skills, Master. Why does Zun refuse to see me?"

"The chairperson is in an important moment of retreat and cannot see you yet, but he said you can go out and find Zhuo Bufan for revenge, destroy him, and bring his body back."

"My family was destroyed by Zhuo Bufan. I, Lian Xun, will not kill him. I swear not to be a man." The black robe man raised his head, revealing a pair of narrow and cold eyes, his mouth was stained with blood, and it looked terrifying. Lian Xun, son of Qingzhou Ghost King.

It turns out that Zhuo Bufan killed the ghost king, he ran all night to Huozhou and found the master of the ghost king. He wanted to ask him to avenge himself, but during this time the teacher was in a tense retreat, but he taught him a quick breakthrough. For the method.