Chapter 823: The Girl in White

"call."

The sound of the wind suddenly rang in my ears. If it was an ordinary person, it must be a physical reflex to avoid at the first moment, but Zhuo Bufan still stood where he was, without any movement.

A cold light flashed past his eyes, and immediately a sharp knife appeared in front of him, less than one centimeter away from his Adam's apple, and even his skin could feel the coldness on the blade sensitively.

"Why don't you run away." A voice tinged with anger and surprise sounded, the voice was very soft, but it was as clear as jade beads dropped into a plate.

"Even if I don't run away, you can't hurt me."

Zhuo Bufan said calmly, with his current cultivation base, apart from laser guns or some anti-material weapons, there are very few weapons that can harm him, let alone an ordinary dagger.

"Um?"

The tender little hand holding the dagger was finally retracted, and then a slight sigh was heard, containing a little helplessness and anger.

Only then did Zhuo Bufan turn around slowly, and then his pupils shrank slightly, revealing a little surprise.

The girl standing beside him is about 1.6 meters tall, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. She is wearing a long white dress, and her fair and somewhat delicate face is covered with cloth. Full of anger, a pair of big eyes stared at him firmly.

"It's you?" Zhuo Bufan finally remembered.

This girl is none other than Liao Wen, a girl from the White Witch tribe whom I met last time.

"Do you still remember me?" Liao Wen clenched her white fists and gritted her silver teeth, staring at Zhuo Bufan as if seeing her enemy.

Zhuo Bufan frowned, "I don't remember any enmity between me and you, why did you come to kill me?"

He went to Japan last month, and the other party must have come to the Highland Barley University to look for him after the investigation. I don't know how long Liao Wen has been in Xuzhou before he showed up.

"If it wasn't for you, how could our Baiwu clan suffer from the scourge of extermination? If it weren't for you, my grandfather would not have been taken away by them." Liao Wen said through gritted teeth, her eye circles were slightly reddened, and her eyes were cloudy. mist.

"Black Witch Cult?" Zhuo Bufan seemed to have thought of something, looked at her and said calmly: "If you have anything to say, go back to the hotel and talk to me."

After finishing speaking, Zhuo Bufan walked towards the hotel entrance.

Liao Wen stood where she was, hesitated for a moment, then withdrew her dagger and followed his footsteps.

Just when the two of them walked into the hotel together, a white Porsche drove up to the hotel entrance and stopped. A pair of beautiful big eyes looked at the hotel entrance through the car window, frowning slightly.

"It's a pity that Mengmeng was worried that Fu Shao would find someone to retaliate against him, but he was so good that he actually found a woman to open a room." Tong Ling, who was sitting in the Porsche, snorted coldly, and punched the steering wheel, for his best friend. Mingbuping.

hotel room.

"Drink water." Zhuo Bufan put the cup on the coffee table, and immediately sat opposite Liao Wen. After Liao Wen finished telling the whole story, Zhuo Bufan finally understood the reason. Last time he beheaded the young witch master in Jiaolong Valley, the old witch master of the Black Mist Sect was furious, and led his people to destroy the Three Kingdoms in Southwest China. The Dashufa family beheaded all the members of the Baiwu clan, and even captured Liao

Wen's grandfather and some clansmen threatened to let Liao Wen find Zhuo Bufan before releasing her grandfather and clansmen.

"So it seems that this matter is really because of me."

Zhuo Bufan frowned, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Liao Wen's eyes were red, she knew in her heart that her strength was not enough to assassinate Zhuo Bufan, but she was afraid that Zhuo Bufan would not go with her to save her grandfather.

"Since the incident happened because of me, I will go with you to save your grandfather and avenge you, besides, keeping the Black Witch Cult is a disaster." Zhuo Bufan raised his head, looked at her resolutely and said.

"Really?" Liao Wen's face showed joy, and then she pursed her lips again, and said with some worry: "But the old witch master of the Black Witch Cult has supernatural powers, are you really not afraid?"

"What are you afraid of? If he sees me, he might kneel down and beg for mercy." Zhuo Bufan laughed.

He can even kill the only sword master in Japan, not to mention the old leader of the Black Witch Sect. The opponent's strength should be similar to that of the great elder of the Hehuan Sect. Killing him is like killing a dog.

Although Liao Wen has seen Zhuo Bufan's strength and knows that he is very powerful, but the power of the Black Witch Cult is even stronger, and the magic power of the old witch clan of the Black Witch Cult is even greater. At least in her heart, Zhuo Bufan is definitely not the other party opponent.

But the lives of grandpa and the clan are in the hands of the Black Witch Cult, and she can't think of any solution now.

"Okay, since I promised you that I will never break my promise, I will open a room for you, so you can take a good rest first." Zhuo Bufan said.

"No, I want to sleep with you." Liao Wen shook her head with a stubborn look on her face.

But as soon as the words were finished, Liao Wen also felt that something was wrong, two touches of blush appeared on her pear cheeks, and she hurriedly said: "I mean, I am afraid that you will run away, so I want to watch you."

Zhuo Bufan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "That's up to you."

After finishing speaking, Zhuo Bufan went to the bathroom to take a bath. Although he could use spells to wipe off the dust on his body, after all, his body was not transparent inside and out, so it was still necessary to take a bath.

Liao Wen buried her head and sat on the sofa.

After taking a bath, Zhuo Bufan came out and squeezed a spell. A beam of moonlight fell on the bed through the window. Zhuo Bufan sat cross-legged on the bed and practiced. With his current strength, he didn’t need to sleep at all, but he insisted on practicing every day. It is a compulsory course for Zhuo Bufan.

He reached the peak with an ordinary aptitude in the realm of comprehension. Although there is some element of luck in it, it is more due to his hard training and persistent efforts. He has put in more effort than ordinary people to reach the peak. The position of the pinnacle is to become the Ninth Rank Immortal Venerable.

"If you're okay, come over to practice." Zhuo Bufan closed his eyes but didn't open them, and said calmly.

Liao Wen raised her head, hesitated for a moment, felt relieved seeing Zhuo Bufan wearing clothes, went to the bedside and sat cross-legged under the moonlight to start practicing.

Nothing to say all night.

When I opened my eyes the next day, the sun had already poured in through the window, and fine dust drifting could be seen in the beams of golden sunlight. The sun hit Zhuo Bufan's face, and I felt a little warmth.

"I broke through the third level of Qi training?" Liao Wen opened her eyes, her little face could not conceal her excitement.

The Baiwu family is also proficient in some cultivation methods. Liao Wen's aptitude is in the middle, and her cultivation has not been able to break through to the third level of Qi training. She did not expect to break through the third level of Qi training after practicing last night. One night's training is almost equivalent to her hard work. a month's time.

Thinking of this, Liao Wen looked at Zhuo Bufan with a little more confidence in his heart, maybe he could really defeat the old witch clan of the Black Witch Cult. "Okay, let's go." At this moment, a voice broke Liao Wen's fantasy and brought her back to reality.