Chapter 161 The Eastern Monk

Standing on the canyon, Tang Ruhu's face was as pale as a thread, his legs were weak, and he almost couldn't stand and fell to the ground.

Tang Rulong also looked very ugly, Mr. Zhu has already lost!

The elders of the Tang Sect also shook their heads and sighed. Mr. Zhu, who had placed a lot of hope in the beginning, lost unexpectedly, and lost almost crushingly.

If the Tang Sect loses, they will lose at least half of their property, and will be suppressed by the Mafia in the future.

"How is this possible? How could Mr. Zhu lose? Tang Yijun's eyes widened, his expression was dull, and he opened his mouth in disbelief.

Only Tang Yitong's eyes flashed a sly look, looking at Zhuo Bufan expectantly.

With his hands behind his back, Zhuo Bufan walked slowly towards the canyon. Seeing this scene, Tang Yijun frowned and shouted, "Hey, Zhuo Bufan, what do you want to do?"

The elders of the Tang Sect also saw Zhuo Bufan's actions, and couldn't help frowning.

"Little guy, what do you want to do?"

"You don't want to fight Francis, do you?"

"Even Mr. Zhu lost, you just sent yourself to death for no reason in the past."

Everyone, you say what you say, Mr. Zhu is defeated, you, a guy who has not even reached the level of S-level supernatural powers, go up, you are not cannon fodder.

Besides, if Francis is angered, maybe the other party will directly destroy the Tang Sect.

"Zhuo Bufan, what are you doing?" Tang Rulong's eyes widened and he suddenly called out.

Only then did Zhuo Bufan stop, looked back at Tang Rulong and said, "Mr. Tang, I just hope you don't forget what you promised me. If I defeat Francis, give me the energy crystal I need."

"This...but you..." Seeing Zhuo Bufan's indifferent expression, Tang Rulong was shocked for a moment, and suddenly he saw a confidence and arrogance that looked down on the world from Zhuo Bufan.

Tang Ruhu snorted coldly, and said with a sneer, "You are going to die in vain, even Mr. Zhu is no match for him, young man like you, don't lose your life for the sake of a little ridiculous face."

The elders also nodded.

Zhuo Bufan was ridiculed by everyone during the test in the main hall of the Tang Sect last time. They thought Zhuo Bufan was a young man, and they were definitely not convinced, so they followed him to Firebird Canyon.

"Young people always throw away their lives for the sake of making a ridiculous face." The Great Elder shook his head, his face full of disappointment.

Zhuo Bufan didn't seem to hear what they said, and walked towards the canyon. Every time he took a step, there seemed to be invisible steps in the air, and he walked on the steps.

"Well, there's another one?" Francis turned his head, his eyes fell on Zhuo Bufan, and an imperceptible red light flashed in his eyes.

"You are not even an S-level supernatural being, so you dare to challenge me?" Francis noticed the fluctuation of the attributes in Zhuo Bufan's body, and showed disdain on his face.

As long as Zhuo Bufan doesn't use Yangmu Kungfu, Purple Eyes, or activate the two super-powerful attributes, then the supernatural being can only detect some energy flowing out of him at most, and decides that he is not an S-level supernatural being .

"But that's fine, since you took the initiative to die, then I'll absorb a little more energy."

After all, Francis condensed a black liquid ball in his hand again and threw it at Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan's expression was indifferent, neither sad nor happy, and suddenly stretched out his palm and pressed down lightly. Suddenly, the entire canyon was filled with wind and clouds, and the vortex converged. The sky darkened instantly, and a powerful pressure poured down from the sky.

The faces of the Mafia and Tang Sect people standing beside the canyon suddenly changed.

This kind of situation never happened even when Francis and Mr. Zhu were fighting just now.

Zhuo Bufan stood on the spot, his black hair fluttering in the wind, like a god or demon.

"You are not a supernatural being!"

Francis also changed his expression in an instant, spread the black wings behind his back, and flew towards the distance immediately, trying to escape the coercion that made him feel terrified.

"Qingshan Seal!"

Zhuo Bufan pressed his palm, as if a mountain in the sky collapsed, Francis who had just leaped into the air was instantly slapped down like a fly, and directly covered the ground.

"Boom" a loud noise.

The entire canyon seemed to tremble. In the center of the canyon depression, the smoke and dust from the impact of the air oscillated in circles. The aftermath of the force spread to the surrounding of the canyon, and huge cracks appeared on the towering rock walls.

Francis' whole body was inlaid on the ground, and the pair of black wings on his back became dilapidated.

"Puchi!"

Francis struggled to get up from the ground, and immediately flew into the air. The broken wings on his body began to repair automatically, returning to their original appearance, open, shining black luster.

At this time, traces of red bloodstains appeared on the pupils of Francis' eyes, these bloodstains spread densely, and gradually turned the two eyes completely blood red, exuding a strange light, staring at Zhuo Bufan .

"You are not a supernatural person, who are you?" Francis stared at Zhuo Bufan with wide eyes.

"I am indeed not a supernatural being, but an Eastern monk!"

Zhuo Bufan said lightly.

"Damn it, the monks in the east have such great power. If I can eat you, maybe I can advance to the ranks of sss-level supernatural beings." Francis said viciously.

Zhuo Bufan also looked at him in surprise, and he could clearly feel that the power in Francis' body was gradually expanding and becoming stronger.

However, Francis's appearance is obviously a little abnormal, as if he has lost part of his sanity.

"Demented?" Zhuo Bufan frowned, the current state of Francis was similar to that of a maniac.

After all, Francis stopped talking nonsense, the wings on his back suddenly opened, and sharp black wings shot towards Zhuo Bufan densely like raindrops.

At the same time, some black liquid appeared on Francis' body. These liquids squirmed on his cheeks and arms, like earthworms, giving people a creepy feeling.

Zhuo Bufan didn't want to waste time with Francis at all. Francis's ss-level supernatural powers are only as strong as the Grandmaster Gang Jin, and even much weaker, but his power is a little weird.

Zhuo Bufan was angry with a purple flame in his palm, and immediately threw it out. Those black wings that flew stabbing instantly turned into nothingness in the purple flame, and white smoke came out one after another.

"Damn guy, I'm going to kill you." Francis had a grim look on his face, and the black liquid on his body instantly turned into strips of tentacles, passing through the space and leaping towards Zhuo Bufan in an instant, as if he wanted to Zhuo Bufan tied it up.

However, the moment these black tentacles came into contact with the purple flame, they suddenly sizzled and disappeared with white smoke.

When Francis saw this, his face changed instantly, he turned around and waved the huge black wings on his back, and quickly fled towards the distance.

"It's too late!" Zhuo Bufan shook his head, Francis looked flustered, suddenly lowered his head, and saw a mass of purple flames coming out of his chest and shooting into the distance.