Chapter 882: Feelings barely come

Chapter VIII Reluctant to Feel Feelings

"Ok."

Shijian little chicken nodded like a peck of rice. She could see that Zhuo Bufan's mood didn't seem to be as depressed as before, and he had recovered a little fighting spirit.

But at the same time what surprised her was that with her familiarity with Zhuo Bufan and her current strength, she should be able to feel Zhuo Bufan when she was near her.

However, when Zhuo Bufan stood on top of her, she could not find Zhuo Bufan.

It’s just because Zhuo Bufan is now like a very ordinary ordinary person. The sharpness on his body is reduced. Although he has reduced the sharpness, he does not have the heavy feeling of vicissitudes. Really, he is like he is now. A very ordinary person.

This kind of realm has also been described in the realm of martial arts-returning to the basics.

Putting away the short swords, the two walked towards the Emei faction shoulder to shoulder. In the setting sun, the wild grass was like a golden stream, reflecting the backs of the two, slowly disappearing to the top of the mountain.

"My son, have you found Sister Ye Ye?" Shi Jian raised his head and looked at him with sullen eyes.

Zhuo Bufan put his hands behind his back, first nodded, then shook his head.

Shi Jian frowned, wondering what he meant, did he find it? Still not found?

If he didn't find it, why would the son come back?

Her head is full of doubts.

"I found it, it can be said that I didn't find it, but I plan to find her again this time when I come back." Zhuo Bufan said lightly, but there was a somewhat determined look in his eyes.

It is estimated that Ye Ziqin still doesn't know the plan of Miaoxue Divine Palace. Even if she finds her, she has to make her believe what she said.

Zhuo Bufan sighed in his heart and discarded these thoughts. The most important thing now is to understand some things about Miaoxue Divine Palace before he can find Ye Ziqin.

The Emei Mountain Golden Ding is a temple, and tourists usually come to burn incense and worship the Buddha. The Emei sect is not here, but on another mountain, like the staff on the top of the mountain, but in fact, it is like a martial arts sect that ordinary people don’t know. exist.

Along the way, Shi Jian said many things, like a chirping sparrow, telling Zhuo Bufan all the events of the year. She lives in the Emei school, while practicing swordsmanship, she also knows including Many friends in the martial arts world, including Yu Ziruo.

The head of this generation of Emei faction is surnamed Yu, named Daoxin, and is a master of Gangjin.

Although Zhuo Bufan knew a little about the martial arts world of Lan Guo, what he understood was fragmented information. As for the real martial arts school, he had never come into contact with it.

"Shi Jian, I'm looking for you everywhere." Suddenly a slightly surprised voice appeared in Zhuo Bufan and Shi Jian's ears in surprise.

In front of him, a young man in casual clothes was about twenty-four or five years old. He was dressed no different from ordinary people. Jianfeng's lips were sharp, but his eyes were faintly sharp.

Zhuo Bufan glanced at him. This young man turned out to be a master of Huajin, with a strong body of true essence.

Obviously this is not an ordinary person.

"Why are you here again? It's really annoying." Shi Jian didn't see any happy expression on his face. Instead, he pursed his lips, as if he was a little unwilling to see the young man in front of him.

Although Zhuo Bufan seemed to be only eighteen or nineteen years old now, he had actually experienced hundreds of years of life. Seeing the little girl's reaction, he immediately understood.

The swordsman was cute and beautiful, and he was at the age when he escaped, and it was quite normal to have male admirers around him.

"I just asked Senior Sister Zi Ruo. She said that you are practicing here. I came to see you specially. Are you free tonight? I invite you to dinner?" The young man walked over and looked at the sword, his eyes gleaming. The brilliance.

Zhuo Bufan who was standing next to him directly ignored the past.

"No time, I don't want to eat." Shi Jian said coldly, with a very bad attitude.

But the young man didn't show any anger on his face, and he seemed to have known that Samurai would reject her. He just smiled and said, "Then I will invite you to dinner next time."

"I won't be free next time, I'm leaving Crescent." Shi Jian said.

Hearing what she said, the young man was obviously taken aback, and then frowned his sword eyebrows, revealing a somewhat surprised look.

"Aren't you staying well in Crescent? Why did you leave suddenly? Did someone bully you? I'll help you teach him." The young man squeezed his fist and frowned.

"Zhang Yexiao, don't bother me, I am leaving." Shi Jian sighed softly.

During the year of Emei, Zhang Yexiao often came to her and made her tireless, but she could also feel the passion for her in the heart of this young man, but in Shijian’s heart, there was always a "can't Said the secret'.

If she didn't have this secret in her heart, she might be moved by the sincerity of the youth in front of her.

Zhang Yexiao's gaze suddenly fell on Zhuo Bufan, with a bit of coldness in his eyes, "Who are you? Are you going to take away the sword?"

"I'm her master, she naturally wants to follow me." Zhuo Bufan said calmly.

Zhang Yexiao took a close look at Zhuo Bufan, and found no real yuan fluctuations in his body. No matter how he looked at it, he was just a very ordinary person.

"You are the master of the sword?" Zhang Yexiao obviously does not believe Zhuo Bufan's words. He knows the strength of the sword. He is already a master of martial arts at a young age. In terms of talent, he is much stronger than him and his brothers. It.

"I don't believe it, why should you be her master or take her away."

As Zhang Yexiao said, his palms were slightly bent, and immediately he squeezed his fists tightly, and slammed towards Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan still carried his hands behind his back, his face was indifferent, and he didn't even react.

Zhang Yexiao looked in his eyes, frowned slightly, and sneered: "Don't pretend to be profound here."

His fist slammed out with a powerful aura, but before Zhuo Bufan was a foot away from him, his fist felt like it was hitting a steel wall, and the rebounding force swept his whole body. It flies upside down.

"This... how is this possible?"

Zhang Yexiao was lying on the ground, his face covered with incredible color.

Zhuo Bufan didn't make any movements, but a zhenqi shield was automatically formed around his body, the surging true essence, even he had never seen it in his master.

"Zhang Yexiao, you are not my master's opponent." Shi Jian frowned slightly and said sadly.

"No, I don't believe it." Zhang Yexiao got up again, squeezing his fists in both hands, the real essence in his body began to condense like boiling water, and the white real essence under his feet formed a Tai Chi pattern, one yin and one yang. .

"Zhang Yexiao, you stop me!"

Just as Zhang Yexiao wanted to do it again, suddenly a cold drink came from behind him.