Chapter 142: Censer Hidden Ghost

Chapter 142 The Censer Hidden Ghost

Suddenly, the eyes of the fat-faced monk and the thin-faced Taoist priest fell on Zhuo Bufan's body at the same time, and a ruthless light flashed quietly under their eyes. The threat was self-evident, but the fat-faced monk still said with a smile: "This man Little brother, I don’t know if something is worth 300 million, but I know a word, it’s hard for a daughter to buy it!"

Zhou Yi's brows were twisted together, so why is this guy always coming out to make trouble at critical moments.

Zhou Paxiang and Dongfang Yi also cast their eyes on the talking young man at the same time, it was Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan faintly glanced at the fat monk and the thin Taoist priest, and slowly said: "It's hard to buy a daughter. I know it. As long as others like to spend it, you can buy it, but if it is a murder weapon, it will still be useful. 300 million to buy it back?"

"Boy, what are you talking about, don't you want to leave here anymore." The thin Taoist instantly showed a vicious look, staring at him like a knife.

Dongfang Yi frowned. He had already seen Zhuo Bufan unhappy, but he had dealt with someone like Wu Tong who had just entered the Taoist way, and he acted so presumptuously. He retorted in this way. Isn't that proof that he has gone wrong? The title of Mr. Feng Shui, the number one in Zhongzhou, is not for nothing.

"Little brother, this incense burner is a magical instrument. You don't understand anything, so you can talk nonsense here." Dongfang Yi's expression was not very good, and he said dullly.

"Mr. Dongfang is a well-known Feng Shui master in Zhongzhou, who is proficient in antique appraisal and Wu Qing technique. Although this extraordinary martial arts is powerful, does he still know how to gossip?" Kang Bo frowned and said lightly.

Lian Xipo’s image of Zhuo Bufan was even worse. Last time he brought Lian Shijian back to Lian’s house, he not only injured Xun’er, but also made trouble with Lian’s family. If it weren’t for his martial arts, how could he easily let him go away.

"It's probably just trying to show the limelight. Although he is good at martial arts, he didn't know how to use magic, so he uttered wild words here." Lian Xipo shook his head and said lightly.

Others didn't know Zhuo Bufan's identity, but seeing Wu Tong standing on top of him, he always looked respectful and curious about the origin of this young man.

Zhuo Bufan said: "This is indeed a magic weapon, but it is definitely not good for people. It is a murder weapon. The evil spirit lingers in it. If I guess right, breathing this musk for a long time will not only last you Decrease, and the mind will be controlled by others."

As soon as he said this, Qianwu immediately squeezed his iron fist, and stared at the fat monk and the thin Taoist priest with his thick eyebrows. Could it be that these two men are also under the ghost king, but he has never reflected.

"I can't even see it. Are you more capable than me?" Dongfang Yi squeezed the wooden handrail with both palms, staring at Zhuo Bufan.

Zhou Yi pouted and said disdainfully: "How can a student who has just graduated from high school compare to Mr. Dongfang? I think he did this deliberately, but it is just to hype himself and raise his own value. Influential stars like to quarrel with stars who are more popular than themselves, and get eyeballs. No one can understand this kind of kid's method."

"Yeah." Zhou Baxiang and Xu Huan both nodded lightly at the same time, seeming to agree with Zhou Yi's statement. Last time Zhuo Bufan could see that there was a problem with the Furong jade bracelet, indicating that he has some abilities.

But, after all, Zhuo Bufan's age is there, no matter how capable he is, he can't be Mr. Dongfang's opponent, now deliberately embarrassing Mr. Dongfang in front of so many people, it is probably just to be famous.

"Little brother, if you are talking nonsense, please go out." Zhou Paxiang frowned and said coldly.

Master Wu and Qianwu suddenly stood up, Master Wu stared at Zhou Paxiang and Dongfang Yihan and said, "Mr. Zhuo, how can you lay people like you be insulted?"

"What a mortal, what a Mr. Zhuo." Dongfang Yi slapped the desk fiercely, standing up, staring at Wu Tong and Zhuo Bufan, "Could it be that Dongfang Yi is what you can humiliate." ?"

"Mr. Dongfang don't want to be angry, just kid, why bother with him." Zhou Zalian quickly persuaded.

Dongfang Yi laughed and said, "It just so happens that everyone is here, I will let you see my abilities." After that, Dongfang Yi stretched out the palm of his right hand, and then drew an obscure rune on it with his left hand. Suddenly, the green light flashed, and everyone in the hall opened their eyes wide.

"Mr. Dongfang, a miracle!"

"It is said that Mr. Dongfang is an expert in Taoism, who does not eat fireworks in the world, and can also perform magical powers. So this is true?"

Even Wu Tong opened his eyes. They fought each other ten years ago. At that time, Dongfang Yi's strength was only half higher than him. Now he can gather spirits in his hands. I am afraid that it is at least the stage of Qi training, terrifying!

I saw Dongfang Yi press the right hand with green light on the table top, and a miraculous scene suddenly appeared. On the pear tree table top, a green sapling appeared, slowly growing to about five or six centimeters, unfolding. A few tender leaves are full of life.

The whole audience took a deep breath, the dead trees are in spring, the green shoots are shining, and the people at the scene feel that their heads are not enough to turn.

Seeing everyone in shock, Dongfang Yi's face could not help showing a touch of pride and pride, his sharp eyes fell on Zhuo Bufan's body, and he said calmly: "Can you be convinced now?"

I saw Zhuo Bufan holding the tea lid and gently skimming the tea cup, blowing the white mist on it, taking a sip, and slowly saying: "It's just a little trick for carving insects."

Dongfang Yi almost spewed out a mouthful of old blood. You drank tea leisurely, without even looking at me, saying that I was a sculptor, what about you? Blowing will play tricks.

"Mr. Zhuo, if you still speak such rude words to Dongfang Yi, I can ask you to leave here." Zhou Paxiang's face became more gloomy, Dongfang Yi had already demonstrated supernatural ability, and this young man was still here in vain. People are disgusted.

Yan Chunyi frowned and said softly, "Uncle, Zhuo Bufan is my student. You know that boys love face, and he didn't mean it."

Zhuo Bufan shook his head, "You respect Dongfang Yi, but you treat me like grass, I am afraid you will only regret it."

Just when Zhuo Bufan spoke, no one noticed that the fat monk and the thin man looked at each other, a trace of haze flashed in their eyes, and then the fat monk suddenly opened the lid of the incense burner, and the thin Taoist priest took it out. A piece of talisman suddenly shot out at the black mist rushing out of the incense burner, and shouted: "Lin!"

The black mist turned into two sharp claws suspended in the air and suddenly attacked Zhou Pai. Zhou Paixiang's face was pale in fright. Fortunately, Dongfang Yi stood in front of him in time, with green lights blooming in his palms. Shouted loudly: "Evil thing, die!"