Zhuo Bufan's sudden appearance made Lu Zheng a little overwhelmed, and at the same time, his heart was also full of doubts.

Who is this Ye Chen? Obviously he is just an ordinary person with no spiritual powers, how can Zhuo Bufan respect him so much. Lu Zheng could see that Zhuo Bufan's attitude towards Ye Chen was not just out of politeness, but real respect, just like a subordinate treating a superior.

Although Lu Zheng didn't know much about Zhuo Bufan, he had also heard that this ninth-order spirit priest who was only twelve years old was very arrogant, and even he had no respect for the commander of the First Legion of the Anseong Base, and it was even rumored that this kid even Zhao Wenyou, the president of the Psionic Association, dared to scold.

After all, Lu Zheng couldn't suppress the puzzlement in his heart, so he pointed at Ye Chen and asked Zhuo Bufan, "Director Zhuo, do you know this person?" ”

Hearing this, Zhuo Bufan looked Lu Zheng up and down in surprise, chuckled and slowly walked up to him and said, "Do you think I will have no opinion if you point at Mr. Ye like this?" ”

Lu Zheng looked at the little boy in front of him, who was two heads lower than him, and only felt that he was facing a volcano that was about to erupt, and he instinctively felt that something bad was about to happen, and he panicked in his heart, and couldn't help but want to retreat.

At the moment when Lu Zheng started and retreated, Zhuo Bufan took a step forward suddenly, raised his hand and slapped it, a burst of spiritual energy fluctuations appeared, the corners of Lu Zheng's clothes flew, and the speed of movement suddenly accelerated, and at the same time, Zhuo Bufan's hands were glowing with blue light.

"Smack!"

The voice was loud and crisp, Lu Zheng turned his head away suddenly, his whole body turned a little, a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth, and an obvious handprint appeared on his right cheek.

After being stunned in place for a long time, Lu Zhengcai slowly turned his head to look at Zhuo Bufan, at this time his eyes were bloodshot, his face was blue, his neck was thick, his forehead was bruised, and his chest was panting, obviously angry to the extreme.

"Zhuo Bufan, what do you mean!" Lu Zheng completely lost his demeanor at this time, his eyes widened angrily and trembling and he pointed at Zhuo Bufan and asked.

Being slapped in the face by someone is simply a great shame, even if the other party is a ninth-order spiritual monk, Lu Zheng can't accept this kind of humiliation at all.

"Smack"

In response to him, the second slap was made, this time the force was heavier than just now, and it seemed that some kind of spiritual magic was used, so that his body could not move a bit, Lu Zheng only felt that his brain was blank, and then an endless sense of humiliation came to his heart.

A high-ranking spiritual priest of the seventh order of the Enlightening Spirit Realm, the deputy commander of the Second Army Corps of the Anseong Base who commanded an army of thousands of people, was actually slapped twice in a row!

Lu Zheng's spiritual energy exploded directly, and suddenly endless winds filled this narrow corridor, and then all of them condensed into wind blades, tearing the air and hitting Zhuo Bufan.

Ye Chen, who was standing at the door, shook his head, raised his hand and sent out a silver light to protect the surrounding walls and ground, these ordinary buildings could not withstand the destruction of a seventh-order spiritual warrior.

Zhuo Bufan looked at the dozens of wind blades coming towards him, his delicate little face was full of disdain, and he saw that with a flick of his small hand, a golden light appeared in front of him, which was the golden light shield he had used to compensate for Ye Chen's attack.

This golden light shield can only be broken with one blow under Ye Chen's sword, but when it resists Lu Zheng's wind blade, it is as indestructible as a copper wall, and those sharp wind blades are all condensed by Lu Zheng with spiritual energy, even if it is a steel plate, it can be cut lightly, but hitting this golden light shield is like a mud cow entering the sea, and it has no effect at all.

The wind blade was all offset by the golden light, and Lu Zheng's face was pale and stunned in place, only to feel that all the strength in his body had been drained, and the bright rose fell to the ground, and the petals fell off and flew in all directions.

"As both high-level spiritual cultivators, is the gap between the seventh and ninth orders so big? It can't even break the opponent's random defensive spiritual technique. Lu Zheng sighed helplessly in his heart, this was the first time he felt so powerless after facing the giant rock monster.

Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly and dispersed the golden light shield, rushed in front of Lu Zheng with an arrow step, raised his hand and was about to slap it again, Lu Zheng's eyes quickly closed, the muscles on his face twitched a few times, and he didn't even have the intention of dodging.

"Alright, stop it." Just when Zhuo Bufan's hand was about to fall, Ye Chen suddenly waved his hand and said, and then walked in front of Lu Zheng.

Zhuo Bufan naturally didn't dare to disobey Ye Chen's intentions, and hurriedly withdrew his hand and retreated behind Ye Chen, this situation made Lu Zheng's heart shocked, arrogant as Zhuo Bufan actually obeyed Ye Chen's words!

Ye Chen looked at this young man who was polite at first, but now he was unbearable, patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You go, don't come to Fang Su in the future." The tone was soft and gentle, as if comforting a wounded child, but there was still a will to be disobeyed.

Lu Zhengqiang held back the anger in his chest and walked towards the staircase with his head down.

He lowered his head to hide his resentful gaze, but he didn't realize the height of Zhuo Bufan's child, and he just saw Lu Zheng's eyes clearly from Zhuo Bufan's angle.

So when Lu Zheng walked to the staircase, Zhuo Bufan suddenly shouted: "It's okay if you are resentful, you can sue Chen Cheng, and even sue the Psionic Association, I have no opinion, but before that, I want to sue you, my teacher's name is Zhao Wenyou." Well, you can think of me as a second generation of spirits. "Chen Cheng is the commander of the First Legion of the Anseong Base, that is, the supreme ruler of the Anseong Base, and a ninth-order spiritual warrior.

Lu Zheng stumbled and almost fell down the stairs when he heard this, and then he was silent and slowly walked downstairs holding on to the railing.

Ye Chen looked at Lu Zheng's departing back, his eyes narrowed, and he put a strand of hair in his right hand into the space bracelet, and then said to Zhuo Bufan: "Come in, little ghost." With that, he pulled Fang Su back to the living room, and Zhuo Bufan hurriedly followed him when he heard this.

And Ye Yun and Shen Ning naturally couldn't pretend to be eating, in fact, when Zhuo Bufan arrived, they also went to the door, and when they saw Ye Chen and them coming in, they also followed them to the living room.

In the living room, Zhuo Bufan gently put the stack of white paper in his hand on the table, looked at Ye Yun, Fang Su, and Shen Ning, and then looked at Ye Chen with an inquiring gaze.

"If only there was something to say directly." Ye Chen nodded and said.

Hearing this, Zhuo Bufan reached out and pulled out one of the stacks of papers and put it down in the middle of the table, this is a catalogue list-style thing, roughly speaking, there should be nearly thirty items.

Shen Ning looked at this list, his mouth opened slightly, and he said with a look of surprise: "Golden Light Shield, Spiritual Light Thorn, Stealth Technique, Divine Shock Technique...... These are all universal spiritual arts! "She is very interested in the Psionic Association, and she has been following the Psionic Association's research on psionic energy and psionics since she was at the Golden City Base.

Ye Yun and Fang Su didn't know much about general spiritual arts, but when they saw Shen Ning being surprised like this, they both looked at the list curiously.

Zhuo Bufan was very satisfied with everyone's reaction, with his eyes closed and a smile on his face, looking fluttering.

"Smack"

Zhuo Bufan's head lowered suddenly, but Ye Chen gently patted the back of the child's head, and immediately woke him up from his self-indulgence.

"How many general psychics did you bring this time?" Ye Chen asked.

Zhuo Bufan frowned and nosed, obviously very dissatisfied with Ye Chen's behavior of waking him up, but he didn't dare to slack off on Ye Chen's question, after all, his life was still in Ye Chen's hands.

He pointed to the list and said, "There are a total of twenty-eight general spiritual arts, including various types. ”

Then he pulled out another list and said, "Here are the three rare spiritual arts, which are ranked third, tenth, and thirtieth on the Psionic Association's rare spiritual arts rankings. ”

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