Chapter 250: Young Master

Chapter 250 Young Master

"Oh? What's the matter with Director Kang?" Zhuo Bufan had some good feelings for him, after all, he helped him find a frozen grass.

Kang Weiguo said lightly: "I would like to invite Mr. Zhuo to serve as the chairman of our Qinzhou Wushu Association."

Hearing his words, Jin Yuqian twitched the corners of his mouth, but did not speak. If a grandmaster is not qualified to be the chairman, then who can take it.

Jin Hui squeezed his fist, feeling extremely upset, but he did not dare to speak. Facing Zhuo Bufan, he felt a sense of powerlessness, as if he were a flat boat floating in the boundless sea.

The other council members looked at each other, and Elder Liu was the first to bow his hand: "Mr. Zhuo, I also think it would be great if you could serve as the chairman of our Qinzhou Wushu Association."

Elder Ma also handed his hand: "I hope Mr. Zhuo will not refuse!"

Elder Hu refused to fall behind and said: "Mr. Zhuo can serve as the chairman of the Wushu Association, and you are honored."

When everyone talked, they seemed to have automatically forgotten that Jin Yuqian was still standing next to him. The face of the current president of the Qinzhou Martial Arts Association turned uglier than pig liver.

"It doesn't seem appropriate for me to be the president of the Wushu Association, right?" Zhuo Bufan frowned.

Jin Yuqian hesitated for a moment, stepped forward, and said, "Mr. Zhuo can serve as the chairman of the Qinzhou Wushu Association. It deserves my name. I, Mr. Jin, absolutely never complain.

Martial artists usually have better abilities than ordinary people, and martial arts practice requires traditional Chinese medicine to treat injuries, beat the body, and often haunt the uninhabited mountains and ancient forests. You can definitely find precious medicinal materials that many people can't find.

Zhuo Bufan thought for a while, nodded and said: "Everyone praises me so much. If I don't follow, wouldn't it be too rude, but I am still studying, so I hope that the chairmanship will be given to Elder Kang. I'll just be an honorary president."

Hearing what he said, Kang Weiguo was stunned for a moment, everyone looked at each other, and finally looked at Kang Weiguo and said, "Chairman Kang."

Jin Yuqian also cried out, "Chairman Kang."

Kang Weiguo looked at Zhuo Bufan's eyes, hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "Since Mr. Zhuo believes in me, then I won't refuse."

Kang Youming was full of joy on his face. As the president of an urban martial arts association, he has considerable powers, and he himself has risen with the tide.

Zhuo Bufan is naturally not interested in the position of the chairman, and said indifferently: "By the way, don't publicize my affairs. I don't want to be too pushy, and if you can find frozen grass, remember to notify me. Of course, you will not be in vain. Give it to me, and I will pass you a exercise technique."

Hearing Zhuo Bufan's words, everyone was stunned.

Cultivation method is the most important thing for martial artists. If the true essence is gasoline, then the exercise method is the engine, the most important thing.

Generally, only martial arts families and super-strong sects possess martial arts mental methods, and they are only passed on to core disciples and children, and ordinary people simply cannot get this.

To put it bluntly, even the Qinzhou Wushu Association only shares a few very simple mental techniques, and disciples who need to pass the strict examination can practice.

After finishing speaking, Zhuo Bufan didn't talk nonsense, and asked someone to write and write silently.

He traveled in the starry sky at the beginning and learned how many martial arts secrets he didn't know, but later, his mana was so powerful that he gradually stopped using physical combat techniques.

Zhuo Bufan’s mental method was originally an entry-level exercise in the “Tiehuazong” called “Tiehuazong” on the “Keyang Planet”. It is called Dragon Elephant Technique, which can exercise the strength and physical strength of the martial artist. Corpse Kun real dragon.

"This is for you. If anyone can help me find the frozen grass, I will give a higher level of exercises in the future." Zhuo Bufan handed the written exercises to Kang Weiguo.

Kang Weiguo and several directors widened their eyes and looked at them, frowning at the same time, and then they were shocked again. They have been practicing martial arts for decades, and they understand the most basic things. You can see this set of exercises. Very powerful.

Everyone wants to know what Zhuo Bufan came out of. He could write a peerless exercise at his fingertips without saying it when he was a teenager. There will be even more powerful exercises in the future.

Many people have already made up their minds to look for the ice-solid grass.

...

The headquarters of Sifangmen.

An independent European-style villa, magnificent, precious crystal shop, etc., Persian handmade woolen blankets.

Qiu Sihai sat on the Italian leather sofa with a Havana cigar in his mouth, priced at two hundred dollars. He snorted comfortably and waved his hand: "You all go down first."

"Yes, Fourth Master." The bodyguards standing in the living room nodded and walked out.

Only Qiu Jinse stood alone in front of Qiu Sihai. The faint smile on Qiu Sihai's face suddenly converged, his eyes glowing with cold luster, staring at Qiu Jinse, "Are you in love with Zhuo Bufan?" Remember who gave you the food back then?"

"I didn't fall in love with him. I know that you saved me and gave me food." Qiu Jinse bit his lower lip hard, with a trace of fear in his eyes.

"Do you remember who gave you nice clothes and let you live in such a nice house?"

"You gave it to me."

Suddenly, Qiu Sihai stood up, took off the cigar in his mouth, and suddenly pressed the hot red cigarette **** directly on Qiu Jinse's snow-white jade shoulder, and the smell of white smoke and roasted meat came out.

Qiu Jinse trembled in pain, his teeth biting out blood marks on his lower lip, but he didn't even hum.

Qiu Sihai looked at her and sneered: "Everything you have now is given to you. If you don't listen to me, I will take it all back and let you live in the endless darkness."

"I...I know." Qiu Jinse said with a painful cold sweat and exhausted all his energy.

Qiu Sihai snorted: "Don't forget your mission, make good use of your body to seduce Zhuo Bufan to sleep with you, as long as I am done, I will never treat you badly, you know?"

"I see."

After speaking, Qiu Sihai glared at him coldly, and extended his hand on the spiral staircase, slowly walking towards the second floor.

Qiu Jinse looked at the blistered white arm, his eyes were red, and he knelt on the ground weakly.

...

After Zhuo Bufan left the boxing arena, but did not see Qiu Sihai and Qiu Jinse, he frowned slightly, shook his head and said, "Others think of me as a kid, but who knows that I have lived for three hundred years? Your tricks are insightful."

As he was talking, he suddenly saw two Wuling Hongguang vehicles coming across the road diagonally. The wheels slid and rubbed a few black marks on the concrete floor, and the doors opened with a brushing sound.

Several youths in leather jackets jumped out of the car, with iron rods in their hands.

The headed man had a tattoo on his neck, dressed up in hip-hop style.

"Your name is Zhuo Bufan?"

Zhuo Bufan frowned and nodded.

"That should be you, call me." The hip-hop man spoke nonsense, and several young people rushed towards Zhuo Bufan.

"Aren, you are really going to die." Suddenly a loud shout rang from the side, and the hip-hop man and several young people were stunned at the same time, turning their heads, and saw Zang Yun and Fu Leng walking over in strides.

Cang Yun and Fu Leng had just come out of the underground parking lot and were still immersed in the shock of Zhuo Bufan's defeat of Liu Xuandao.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out, he saw a group of punks blocking Zhuo Bufan’s path with something. The boy with the word forbearance tattooed on his neck was a friend of Cangyun and a member of the Jinlin group. He was usually entangled. Help the vagrant to fight together.

"Brother Yun, Brother Leng, why are you here?" A Nin's face showed a suspicious look, and put the ball stick in his hand on the ground.

Cangyun's face was as black as the bottom of the pot, and his backhand was a slap on A Ren's face, "Are you looking for death?"

A Ren didn't react for a while, covering his face, a little angrily said, "Brother Yun, why are you hitting me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Leng slapped A Nin's face fiercely again, and staggered A Nin's cheek a few steps directly. His left cheek became swollen and became angry. He usually confuses well, but it is continuous. I was still a little unhappy after being slapped two big mouths.

Zang Yun and Fu Leng didn't have time to pay attention to him at all. They looked at Zhuo Bufan nervously and said respectfully, "Mr. Zhuo."

Zhuo Bufan clicked on him, staring at A Ren and said, "Do you know each other?"

"Mr. Zhuo, he is a friend of mine. You have a large number of adults. Don't worry about him in general." Cang Yun pleaded.

He had witnessed Zhuo Bufan killing people with his own eyes, without blinking his eyes, and he was killing the Grand Master. In Zhuo Bufan's eyes, Ah Ren might be worse than the ants.

Zhuo Bufan looked at Ah Ren and said, "I remember I didn't know you, who asked you to come to me?"

"Do you...you deserve to know?" Ah Nin spit, and said coldly while tilting his chin up.

As soon as they finished speaking, the faces of Zang Yun and Fu Ling changed suddenly.

Zhuo Bufan waved his hand, and a wind blade swept across A Ren's wrist, and his wrist fell on the ground together with the iron rod. The wound was neat, leaving only a small amount of blood.

Even Ah Nin was stunned for a while before he let out a scream of pain, and the whole body cold sweat of the surrounding gangsters took a step backwards, terrified.

"Big Brother...Big Brother don't kill me... I'll tell you everything..." Ah Nin knelt on the ground, squeezed his wrists hard, sweating coldly on his forehead.

No matter how stupid he was, he knew that Zhuo Bufan's method was definitely not an ordinary person.

"Who asked you to come?"

"It's Shao Qin, Qin Yecang asked me to teach you. He gave me fifty thousand yuan to let you lie down in the hospital for half a month." Aren whispered.

Zhuo Bufan wrinkled his brows with his hands on his back and said, "Qin Yecang? He seems to owe me one billion. It seems that he has to find time to collect the money."

Zang Yun and Fu Leng both dared not say anything, watching Zhuo Bufan's back and leaving.

Recalling that when he met Zhuo Bufan at school a month ago, Cangyun wanted to invite Zhuo Bufan to join the Jinlin group. Now it seems that his Jinlin group is nothing in Zhuo Bufan's eyes.

"Hurry up and take him to the hospital. Time is too late and you can pick it up." Cang Yun shouted loudly.

Everyone hurriedly carried Aren into the car and drove to the hospital in a hurry.

Back in the courtyard, Zhang Huan hadn't slept yet, and he actually sat on the stone bench with bare feet, kicking the swaying legs of two white girls, holding his hands beside him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly seeing the wooden door pushed open from the outside, Zhuo Bufan walked in.

"Zhuo Bufan..." Zhang Huan raised his head, and the eyes under Yuehua were dark, as bright as two obsidians.

Zhuo Bufan gave her a surprised look, and walked forward, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"Can't sleep, chat with me." Zhang Huan pursed his lips and muttered.

Zhuo Bufan smiled, "Looking at your appearance, is there something troublesome?"

"Well, I miss my grandpa, but my grandma forbids me to go back. I'm afraid my grandma will be sad when I go back." Zhang Huan sighed and said leisurely.

Zhuo Bufan frowned and said: "Why does your grandma not want you to go back?"

"Grandma and grandpa quarreled, grandma took me out... If I leave and only grandma is left, he will definitely be sad." Zhang Huanxiu hid a touch of sadness between her brows.

Zhuo Bufan didn't expect Zhang Xiaocui to run away from home with Zhang Huan.

But thinking that Zhang Xiaocui was still quarreling with her husband and ran away from home at his age, Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but smile.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, Zhuo Bufan, your WeChat, I have never added your WeChat." Zhang Huan raised his head and said with a smile.

Zhuo Bufan took out his phone and said embarrassingly: "I don't seem to have that software."

Zhang Huan simply took his mobile phone and said, "I will download one for you and add my friend."

Soon, Zhang Huan helped him download WeChat on his mobile phone, and then added friends. Zhang Huan’s screen name is ‘Blind’ and his avatar is a cute cartoon picture, "Okay, remember to chat with me when you have time."

Zhuo Bufan nodded, Zhang Huan put on slippers, waved his hand, and returned to the room.

Zhuo Bufan took his mobile phone and clicked on WeChat. He didn't seem to have played this thing in his previous life. The phone number on the phone number and address book automatically recommended friends. Zhuo Bufan suddenly saw a familiar avatar, Ye Ziqin, whose net name is' The cute rabbit'.

"Unexpectedly, President Ye, who is usually so cold and cold, would actually take such a screen name?" Zhuo Bufan laughed blankly, and Ye Ziqin's smile could not help but appear in his mind.

Just click on Ye Ziqin's circle of friends, Zhuo Bufan was taken aback, and a message was posted in the circle of friends.

Ye Ziqin and another man were eating in a Spanish restaurant. The photo of the two of them was placed in the circle of friends, accompanied by a series of emoticons. Zhuo Bufan squeezed the phone hard, and the corners of his mouth showed a bit of bitterness. It’s always me."

With a sigh, Zhuo Bufan returned to the room directly.

When I was about to go to bed after the washing, my mobile phone rang, and it was Chu Lingding's call.

"Hey...what's the matter?" Zhuo Bufan frowned.

Chu Lingding stayed on the phone for a long while and Chen Mo finally made a silver bell-like voice: "Zhuo Bufan, are you free tomorrow? I seem to find that Huang Yiyun is indeed a bit wrong. Can you accompany me to see tomorrow."

"Okay, wait until I finish class in the afternoon."

After hanging up the phone, Zhuo Bufan, who was lying on the bed, took out the armband that Shangguan Liuyun gave him. The pattern where the dragon's head meets the flame symbolizes the strength of the place. There is a shallow mark on it, like being wiped out by a bullet. of.

"Brother, I will avenge you. Although Zhuo Luo is not very good to me, but now that I think about it, you were so good to me at the time, but I didn't appreciate it. It makes you sad." Zhuo Bufan muttered to himself. , Firmly squeezed the armband in his hand.