Chapter 822: White coat girl

Chapter 823 The Girl in White

"call."

The wind rang violently, and it rang suddenly in my ears.

If it were to be an ordinary person, the body must have reflexed and wanted to avoid it for the first time, but Zhuo Bufan still stood in place without any movement.

A cold light passed by, and a sharp knife appeared in front of him, less than a centimeter away from his throat, and even his skin could sensitively feel the cold on the blade.

"Why don't you avoid it." A slightly angry and surprised voice rang out. The voice was very soft, but as clear as a jade bead.

"Even if I don't avoid it, you can't hurt me."

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

"Ok?"

After all, the tender little hand holding the dagger was retracted, and then a slight sigh was heard, which contained a little helplessness and anger.

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

The girl standing next to him is about 1.6 meters tall, neither tall nor short, nor fat nor thin. She is wearing a long white dress, and the fair and delicate face is cloth. Full of anger, a pair of big eyes stared at him.

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

This girl is no one else, but Liao Wen, a girl from the White Witch clan who I met last time.

"Do you remember me?" Liao Wen pinched her white fist and bit her silver teeth, staring at Zhuo Bufan as if she had seen her enemy.

Zhuo Bufan frowned, "I don't remember what hatred I have with you, why are you here to kill me."

He went to Sangguo last month, and the other party must have come to Highland Barley University to look for him after investigating, and I don't know how long Liao Wen has been in Qinzhou before waiting for him to show up.

"If it weren't for you, how could our Baiwu clan suffer the scourge of genocide? If it weren't for you, my grandfather would not have been taken away by them." Liao Wen gritted her teeth and said, her eyes flushed slightly, her eyes filled Mist.

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

After speaking, Zhuo Bufan walked towards the door of the hotel.

Liao Wen stood there, after hesitating for a moment, withdrew the dagger and followed his footsteps.

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

"Mimei Mengmeng is still worried that Shao Fu will find someone to retaliate against him, but he is good. He actually found a woman to open the house." Tong Ling, who was sitting in the Porsche, snorted coldly. Girlfriends complain.

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 story of the matter, Zhuo Bufan understood the cause of the matter. He defeated the young witch master in the Dragon Valley last time. The old witch master of the Black Mist Sect was furious and brought people to annihilate the three major techniques. The Fa family swept away all the members of the Baiwu tribe, and also took away Liao Wen's grandfather and some clansmen threatening to let Liao Wen find Zhuo Bufan before releasing her grandfather and clansmen.

"In that case, this thing seems to be really because of me."

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

Liao Wen's eyes were red, and 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 rescue her grandfather.

"Since it happened because of me, I'll go with you to save your grandfather and avenge you. Besides, keeping the Black Witch Cult is also a scourge." Zhuo Bufan raised his head and looked at her with determination.

"Really?" Liao Wen showed joy on her face, and immediately pursed her lips, a little worried: "But the old witch master of the Black Sorcerer Cult is powerful to the sky, are you really afraid of it?"

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

He can defeat the only sword saint in the Sword League, not to mention an old leader of the Black Sorcerer. The opponent's strength should be about the same as the great elder of the Acacia Sect. Killing him is like killing a chicken and a dog.

Although Liao Wen has seen Zhuo Bufan's strength and knows that he is very powerful, the power of the Black Witch Cult is stronger, and the mana of the Black Witch Cult and the Old Witch Clan is even more powerful. At least in her heart, Zhuo Bufan is definitely not the other party. Opponent.

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

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

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

But as soon as he finished speaking, Liao Wen also felt that something was wrong. There were two blushes on the pear cheeks, and hurriedly said: "I mean I am afraid you will run away. I will watch you 24 hours a day."

Zhuo Bufan couldn't laugh or cry, "It's up to you then."

After speaking, Zhuo Bufan went to the bathroom to prepare to take a bath. Although he could wipe off the dust on his body, after all, his body was not transparent to the point where it was filthy and filthy, and he still needed a bath.

Liao Wen buried her head and sat on the sofa.

After taking a shower, Zhuo Bufan came out and squeezed a Fa Jue. A beam of moonlight outside the window fell on the bed through the window. Zhuo Bufan sat on the bed and vomited for practicing. 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 pinnacle with an ordinary aptitude in the cultivation world. Although there are some elements of luck, it is more of his hard practice and perseverance. He has made more efforts than ordinary people to reach the peak. At the pinnacle position, become a super strong.

"If you're okay, come and practice too." Zhuo Bufan said lightly, closing his eyes and not opening them.

Liao Wen raised her head and hesitated. Seeing Zhuo Bufan wearing clothes, she felt a little relieved. She walked to the bed and sat cross-legged in the moonlight and began to practice.

No words for a night.

When I opened my eyes the next day, the sun had already spilled in through the window, and the fine dust could be seen in the bunches of golden sun. The sun hit Zhuo Bufan's face, and a slight warmth was felt.

"I have completely broken through the third level of Qi training?" Liao Wen opened her eyes, her small face was filled with excitement that could not be concealed.

The Baiwu clan is also proficient in some cultivation methods. Liao Wen is in the middle of her qualifications. She has never been able to break through to the third level of Qi training. I did not expect that after practicing last night, she actually broke through the third level of Qi training. The practice of one night is almost equivalent to her penance. One month's time.

Thinking of this, Liao Wen looked at Zhuo Bufan with a little more self-confidence in her heart, maybe he could really defeat the old witches of the Black Witch Cult.

"Alright, let's go." At this time, a voice broke Liao Wen's fantasy and pulled her back to reality.