When he finished speaking, a faint milky white halo flowed from Zhuo Bufan's fingertips, sliding down diagonally, and a white light drew a light curtain from top to bottom, slashing down with a dangerous aura.

"Smack!"

The first rosewood chair was like a tofu block, cut in half directly from the middle, and collapsed to the ground, and a mark seven or eight meters long appeared on the marble floor.

The eyes of the audience were focused on the broken chairs and the scratches on the ground, and they were silent.

Many martial arts hall disciples were stunned, seven or eight meters apart, catching qi for swords and cutting chairs in the air, this is a fairy method?

Peng Hong didn't know whether to be excited or frightened, the big man with a tiger's back was like a little girl at the moment, his whole body trembled slightly, and his eyes were dull.

The texture of the rosewood chair is very strong, even if ordinary people hold the machete and use all their strength, at most they will leave a deep mark on it, even if he gathers all his strength to blast it with his fist, although he can smash the wooden chair, but after all, it has to be next to each other, and he has never seen it from a distance of seven or eight meters to catch the wind as a knife, even if it is a master, I am afraid that he will not be able to do this hand.

Kang Youming and Qin Siliang's faces became extremely pale, chasing the wind as a knife, if Zhuo Bufan had slashed at them just now, I am afraid that the two of them would have been in different places now.

Qin Siliang frowned, although he was shocked, after all, he had not been exposed to martial arts, and he didn't understand what this meant, but he felt that he could do it with a gun.

Only Kang Youming's heart is like waves, and he can't calm down for a long time, and he turns his strength out of his body, a master of the grandmaster! Just like those big names on the Xuan-level list, he can't wait to give himself a slap, even if all the people in their martial arts hall are combined, they are not enough to kill.

"Youming ......" Kang Youming's wife has long lost her face, her delicate body trembled lightly and pulled her husband's sleeve, she has followed Kang Youming for many years, and she also knows that this kind of person is terrible, how can Ning'er provoke such a strong person.

Kang Ning's eyes were red, the green tendons on his neck were about to burst out, he looked at Zhuo Bufan in horror, poked the ghost mastiff with one finger, and cut off the wooden chair seven or eight meters away from the knife, he knew very well in his heart, don't say that his father can't do it, I'm afraid even his grandfather can't do it, he provoked a terrifying enemy.

Yuan Aoqing, who was standing behind him in a daze for a long time, finally returned to thinking, pointed at Zhuo Bufan and shouted, "You...... Why are you so good...... You've been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger? ”

She finally understood that when she came to the pharmacy, Zhuo Bufan's words 'In your eyes, the Kang family is a giant, but to me it is just an ant', it turns out that this is your real strength.

Zhuo Bufan withdrew his fingers, "Now do you think you can beat me together?" ”

Everyone was silent, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy overwhelmed everyone in the martial arts hall, including martial arts masters like Kang Youming, couldn't raise their heads, if it was passed on, I'm afraid no one would believe it.

Steward Liu, who was still sitting on the chair, even if he was well-informed, no matter how deep the city government was, he was surprised at this moment to close his mouth, gather his true qi, and turn into a sword, this is at least a master at the grandmaster level, he never thought that Zhuo Bufan had actually stepped into the threshold of the grandmaster, no wonder his tone was so arrogant.

Before he came, what else did he say, 'The humble bamboo bows its head and leaves, and the proud bone plum has no back-facing flowers', does the master of the grandmaster level need to bow his head and bow his head?

Thinking of what he had just said, Steward Liu's face suddenly turned red, as embarrassed as he was, and he couldn't wait for a crack on the ground to get in.

Only under Chu Xin's slender eyelashes, a pair of bright eyes looked at Zhuo Bufan with feminine delicateness, although she was shocked that Zhuo Bufan had such a thunderous method at a young age, but she was more curious to stare at him, she had a very hazy and real feeling, and always felt that she had seen Zhuo Bufan somewhere, as if she had known him for a long time.

But the more she thought about it, the more her head hurt, and she couldn't remember it, and her eyebrows were tightly twisted together.

"The martial arts of the predecessors have stepped into the strength, and at such a young age, the achievements in the future are limitless, just now we are Meng Lang." Kang Youming lowered his head and sighed.

In the martial arts world, martial arts are respected, there is no age difference, and whoever has high martial arts is a senior.

Zhuo Bufan touched his nose and said: "But your son is at fault first, not only did you not educate him well, but asked me to come to the door to apologize, what do you think I should do?" ”

"This ......" Kang Youming gritted his teeth and said: "The dog is rude, I took him to apologize to you, and I am compensating my seniors for one million as a little bit of my heart, what do I think of my predecessors?" ”

If one million was placed in front of a really ordinary college student, I am afraid that I would have been very excited, and I agreed, but with Zhuo Bufan's strength, it is easy to get money in his hands, not to mention that he still has tens of millions of deposits in his bank card now, and in the future, when Ye Xuan's company starts to operate, it will earn more than 100 million yuan a year, and it will not be a problem to even become the richest man in Forbes in Zhejiang Province.

"A million to send Hanako?" Zhuo Bufan frowned.

Kang Youming naturally understood that for a grandmaster martial artist to make those powerful people flock to him, this amount of money was indeed nothing, but his martial arts hall income was only a few million every year, and there was no way to compare it with those consortia.

Kang Youming's wife suddenly exploded and said: "One million is already good, don't think you are great, my father-in-law is a famous man in the martial arts world, famous on the yellow-level list, and my father-in-law also knows many martial arts masters, if you don't know how to do it......"

"Smack!" Before she finished her words, Kang Youming turned around and slapped her in the face hard, hitting her crisp and loud, "Shut up, do you have a share of what you have to say here?" ”

Kang Youming's lungs were about to explode, this woman didn't understand the power of a martial artist who could step into the Xuanbang at all, if she really provoked Zhuo Bufan, the entire Kang family was in danger of overturning, although her father was a master at the top of the list, but asking someone to help would consume a favor, which couldn't be bought, and who wanted to get along with a grandmaster.

Zhuo Bufan didn't pay attention to this kind of woman, shook his head and said: "I don't want money, but I still have to break Kang Ning's leg once, and it's good to help the dog Zhang Chang remember." ”

"What? You're going to break my son's leg too? Kang Ming's wife covered the red and swollen flames, and her eyes were full of tears.

Even Kang Youming frowned, how is Kang Ning bastard, after all, it is his own flesh and blood, and breaking Kang Ning's leg in front of so many people is equivalent to directly hitting the Kang family in the face.

Qin Siliang suddenly said: "Zhuo Bufan, your martial arts are good, but aren't you afraid of bullets and guns?" Why don't you write it off? ”

At one point, Kang Youming's head flashed, although the Sect Master of Transformation is powerful, but after all, he is still a mortal in the flesh, even if he has external skills with Hei Zhenyuan, he can't resist hot weapons such as Gatling and armor-piercing bullets, after all, he has been addicted to martial arts for too long, forgetting that this is a modern society with hot weapons.

"Nope." Zhuo Bufan shook his head slightly.

(End of chapter)