Xu Huan, Zhou Yi, and Yan Chun Yi turned pale. They were the closest to Zhou Gaisang and could see it the clearest. The black fog seemed to be a woman's face. It looked hideous and terrifying. Seeing that Dongfang Yi had blocked the black fog, everyone's hearts were slightly at ease.
But at this moment, Dongfang Yi's face suddenly turned pale. She spat out a mouthful of blood and the green light in her palm weakened. She slapped the female ghost away. In an instant, the female ghost flew towards Zhou Gaisang. She grabbed Zhou Gaisang's neck with both hands and lifted him up.
"Stop …" Xu Huan looked at her husband with tears in her eyes. She was afraid and angry.
At this moment, Yan Chun Yi's gaze suddenly fell on Zhuo Bufan. She cried, "Zhuo Bufan, can you help me?" She didn't know why, but she felt that Zhuo Bufan had a strong self-confidence. This self-confidence made her feel that Zhuo Bufan would definitely have a way.
Zhuo Bufan saw Yan Chun Yi's pleading gaze and finally made a move. A fireball condensed in her right palm and she fiercely smashed it towards the female ghost's back.
"Hiss!"
The female ghost screamed and white smoke came out of her body. She instantly let go of Zhou Gaisang and turned to enter the incense burner.
The fat monk and the skinny Taoist's expressions changed at the same time. The female ghost that their senior had given them was originally prepared to be used to control Zhou Gaisang. They didn't expect that there would be a warlock here. The fat monk stared fiercely at Zhuo Bufan. He suppressed his killing intent and said, "Little brother, you are also a warlock. However, today's matter was arranged by our Ghost Master. It's best that you don't interfere, otherwise …"
Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly realized that the skinny Taoist beside him was clutching his neck. His eyes were wide open and his pupils were filled with horror. Scarlet blood flowed out from the gaps between his fingers.
"Skinny … you … what's wrong!" The fat monk instantly felt his back drenched in cold sweat. He was so close to the skinny Daoist, but he didn't even notice how the skinny Daoist was killed.
The fat monk's gaze fell on Zhuo Bufan, and he said in shock, "You are a martial arts master? Using inner strength to kill within ten steps? "
Warlocks, Heavenly Masters, Fengshui Masters, Cultivators, and so on were equivalent to Mages in the game. They needed to cool down before they could prepare their spells. Just like Dongfang Yi needed to cast the Withered Tree to Spring, she needed to make hand seals to trigger the energy in her body, while Warriors could instantly release the energy in their body. However, the explosive damage of Mages was far greater than that of Warriors. Both had their advantages and disadvantages.
"Don't kill me … I'm Master Ghost's trusted aide. Let me go and I definitely won't tell Master Ghost." The fat monk's body trembled slightly. His strength was similar to that of the skinny Daoist. If Zhuo Bufan could kill the skinny Daoist without a sound, then naturally, she could kill him with just a raise of her hand.
However, just as he finished speaking, Zhuo Bufan clenched her five fingers together, and a white blade flew out from her palm. The fat monk clutched his neck and knelt on the ground in pain. The incense burner in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. The black fog condensed in the incense burner, as if it was also very afraid of Zhuo Bufan, and didn't dare to come out.
"Come here." Zhuo Bufan grabbed the air with her five fingers, and the black fog directly flew into Zhuo Bufan's palm and lingered on her arm, unwilling to dissipate.
"Your resentment is so heavy, I'll keep you alive for now." Zhuo Bufan's right hand pinched a Taoist seal and pressed on the black fog. Instantly, the black fog directly drilled into Zhuo Bufan's arm, and converged into the shape of a willow branch on her arm. If one didn't look carefully, they would think that it was just a tattoo.
Zhuo Bufan condensed two fireballs in her hand and threw them on the two corpses. In an instant, the fat monk and the skinny Daoist's bodies were turned into ashes. The whole place was silent. The decisive killing method, which was like that of an immortal, had shocked everyone present.
Dongfang Yi clutched her chest, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. There was a trace of bitterness in her heart. Just like the way Zhuo Bufan used to kill the fat monk and the skinny Daoist just now, she was at least at the fifth level of the Covert Power, not to mention that she condensed fireballs in her palm in an instant, which was even more amazing.
His Spiritual Qi was of the wood attribute. Although he could also condense green vines, he needed time to do so. He really couldn't do it as easily as Zhuo Bufan did. It was likely that the young man in front of him had already reached a higher level in the cultivation of martial arts and spells, while he was only at the beginner level.
Thinking of how he had proudly shown his abilities to Zhuo Bufan just now, Dongfang Yi couldn't help but blush. He walked in front of Zhuo Bufan, bowed, and cupped his hands in front of his chest. "Senior, forgive me for not knowing that senior's abilities were so profound, yet I still showed off my meager skills in front of you."
Not only him, but Zhou Yi, Yan Chun Yi, and Xu Huan also slightly opened their seductive lips, showing a dull expression. Uncle Kang, Lian Xi Po, Lian Ju, Lian Lian, and the others were also shocked. Previously, when Zhuo Bufan made a ruckus in the Lian family, she had demonstrated martial arts. After all, Uncle Kang was a martial arts practitioner, so everyone could understand. However, that hand that could control fire was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
The others all sucked in a breath of cold air. Even Dongfang Yi was willing to admit defeat. This young man's future achievements were limitless.
Standing behind Zhuo Bufan, Master Wu and Qianbin both had a fiery light in their eyes. If they followed by Master Zhuo's side, and casually taught them some martial arts and spells, they would enjoy endless benefits for the rest of their lives.
Only the girl with a pair of intelligent black eyes had a shallow smile on her lips. She had always believed that the young master was the most powerful, and that no one could hurt the young master.
Zhuo Bufan's gaze finally moved away from the ink-colored willow branch tattoo on her wrist. She didn't look at Dongfang Yi who was standing in front of her, but fell on Xu Meili. Xu Meili felt a little uncomfortable under Zhuo Bufan's gaze. She suddenly got up and wanted to leave, but Bufan hit her knee with a stream of vital energy.
Xu Meili knelt on the ground with a thud, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She stared at Zhuo Bufan with resentment.
"You …" Lian Xi Po didn't expect that Zhuo Bufan would actually hit Xu Meili. His face changed, but he didn't have the courage to stand up and stop Zhuo Bufan.
Zhuo Bufan looked at Lian Lian and said calmly, "President Lian, you can tell us the truth now!"
Lian Lian clenched her fists and frowned. This was a scandal of the Lian family. If she told them, it would not only make the Lian family a laughing stock, but more importantly, it would be criticized by the other branches of the family, and they might even lose the power of the Lian family. But now, she seemed to have no other choice. With Zhuo Bufan's strong suppression, the other branches would not dare to say anything.
"Dad, now that things have come to this, for the future of our Lian family, I can only tell the truth." Lian Shijian was silent for a long time and finally said it.
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