Chapter 751: Lao Qinglong
Chapter 752: Old Blue Dragon
"What kind of king?" Wei Yongning was confused.
"It's the people we can't afford to offend anyway." After Wei Jingshou finished speaking, he looked at He Shouming and said, "He Lao, let's give up the marriage between Qiankun and Wu Xue."
Having said that, Wei Jingshou glanced at He Wuxue. No matter what the relationship between He Wuxue and Zhuo Bufan was, the people of the Wei family didn't want to take this risk to offend Zhuo Bufan.
He Wuxue froze in place.
He didn't know who Zhuo Bufan was, but the Wei family was so afraid of him, and even because Zhuo Bufan and her were only friends, they chose to cancel the marriage.
"Mr. Wei, who is he?" He Jingxing asked with a frown.
He Shouming also frowned, wondering: "Is he the eldest son from Tianlan City, or the successor to some super power?"
"He is not the youngest brother from Tianlan City, nor is he a super powerful person, but he can be a clan alone." Wei Jingshou muttered to himself with his hands on his back.
Zhuo Bufan stepped on the Hehuan Sect, the Azure Dragon Sect, and suppressed the underground forces in Lei Province, and he really got this title.
One person as a clan!
Everyone was stunned by Wei Jingshou's high evaluation.
This is not what an ordinary person said, but a martial arts family master.
In a restaurant on the island, a group of well-dressed men and women are having a party on the first floor of the hotel.
"Qingzi, why don't you go for a drink with us? What are you doing here?" Zhong Junxian, wearing a neat suit with a glass of martini in his hand, walked to Han Qingzi, who was watching the night view by the balcony guardrail.
Han Qingzi wore a long cyan dress with suspenders, showing snow-white pear shoulders. Under the light, the skin shone with attractive white luster, like milk.
"Not in a daze, just thinking about Xiao Wu's friend, who is he? It feels very special." Han Qingzi murmured while holding the champagne in his hand.
Zhong Junxian frowned slightly, feeling jealous, "Whoever he is, isn't it the brother of Zhang Tongtong? What's so great."
"Don't be jealous, I'm just curious. He waved on the beach in the afternoon and knocked the two bodyguards into the air. Was it a legendary martial arts master?" Han Qingzi said with a smile and took Zhong Junxian's arm.
Zhong Junxian was about to finish speaking, when suddenly there was a clear sound in the sky, like a dragon chanting.
As they approached, there was another sound of Buddha singing, and the people in the entire banquet hall were stunned, looking out the window one after another.
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 is horizontal and horizontal for a hundred meters in the distance, like a blue dragon running across the sea, occasionally the sound of the dragon's chanting sounds.
On the other side, a bright golden light, like a pearl, moved quickly toward the shore.
"This...what is this?" The cup in Zhong Junxian's hand fell to the ground and turned into a piece of glass.
Han Qingzi's eyes widened, "Is it a god?"
Not only them, everyone in the hotel stared at the scene in front of them dumbfounded, and some even took photos directly with their mobile phones.
"Is that Zhuo Bufan?"
At this moment, Han Qingzi saw a road under the dim light, a person walking slowly towards the beach with his hands on his back. The hotel was two blocks away from He’s villa, although he could not see Zhuo Bufan’s appearance. But judging from the body and temperament, it is definitely him.
In the He family villa.
Wei Jingshou and the others also heard the same voice, and they walked out of the villa one after another, looking at the blue and golden glow on the sea, they were on the beach in the blink of an eye.
Zhuo Bufan walked toward the front step by step, not hurriedly or slowly, but every time he took a step, he was already ten meters away.
"Two old friends came so suddenly?"
Zhuo Bufan stood on the beach and watched the two rays of light flicker before him. He saw an old man in a green robe standing with his hands on his hands, his feet on the waves, his body exuding a powerful temperament, and a faint dragon behind him was disillusioned. Raw.
"Oh Amitabha." Another ray of light stopped and saw a bald monk wearing a yellow robe with a golden light on his body, like the Lord Buddha sitting down, sitting in a lotus position, floating on the sea.
The two sentiments are as deep as the sea, unfathomable.
"Shadow Kill!" The green-robed old man looked at Zhuo Bufan coldly, his eyes condensed, and a green sword aura bursting from his eyes traversed a hundred meters, hitting Zhuo Bufan directly.
"Humph."
Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly, and a golden glow appeared in his eyes, and a golden sword gushed out, colliding with the blue sword energy in the air, turning into nothingness.
After the sword-qi collision disappeared, the spreading energy aroused waves of waves.
"Sure enough, some skills." The old man in Qingpao snorted coldly.
Zhuo Bufan looked at the two indifferently, he was very familiar with the aura of the old man in Qingpao, he must be the old Qinglong of the Azure Dragon Sect.
As for the other monk, it should be the great elder of Ning Xuan's master Hehuan Sect.
The two actually found Miao Province from Lei Province not far away.
"At that time, I was in retreat and broke through. I didn't have the time to come out. You dare to destroy 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.
"Shadow kill, you do most of the evil, your hands are covered with blood, join the Acacia Sect with me, let me recite the scriptures for you." The elder of the Acacia Sect closed his eyes tightly and muttered.
"Your son and grandson died in my hands because they did a lot of evil and took the initiative to provoke me. You said your words in a high-sounding voice. Isn't it because I got something for Jiaolonggu?"
Zhuo Bufan sneered.
People who are fascinated by martial arts and immortal have long been indifferent to ordinary family affection. How can they provoke a powerful enemy for the life and death of the younger generations? The old Qinglong and the great elder of the Hehuan Sect came thousands of miles away, just for that The things he got from Jiaolong Valley, only these things can attract such old monsters out of the mountain.
Old Qinglong frowned and looked at Zhuo Bufan faintly. Thirty years ago, he did cross the Jiaolong Valley. At that time, the formation outside Jiaolong was the weakest, but he just stayed outside for a while. Two scales of the Flood Dragon were found and brought back.
Later, he trained the scales into soft armor, which was extremely soft on his body, but strong as steel, and could resist even spell attacks.
He just found a scale on the periphery, it was the treasure. Zhuo Bufan stayed in Jiaolong Valley for three months, and he didn't know how much benefit he got.
"If you are willing to hand over the treasure obtained by the Dragon Valley and the sword on your body, we can spare your life." Old Qinglong said in deep thought.
The great elder said: "The Buddhism does not kill lives. If the donor turns his head back to the shore, our Acacia Sect can also cross the donor and go out of suffering."
"Hahaha..." Zhuo Bufan looked up to the sky and laughed, "It's not the first time I have met Zhuo Bufan that I can say that killing people and stealing treasures is so right.
