Kang Weiguo said calmly, "I would like to invite Mr. Zhuo to be the president of Xuzhou Martial Arts Association."
Hearing this, Jin Yuqian's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything. If a master was not qualified to be the president, then who could be?
Jin Hui clenched his fists. He was extremely unhappy, but he didn't dare to say anything. Facing Zhuo Bufan, he had a feeling of powerlessness, as if he was a small boat floating in the boundless sea.
The other directors looked at each other. Elder Liu was the first to say, "Mr. Zhuo, I also think it would be great if you could be the president of Xuzhou Martial Arts Association."
Elder Ma also said, "I hope Mr. Zhuo won't decline!"
Elder Hu didn't want to fall behind, "Mr. Zhuo is honored to be the president of Xuzhou Martial Arts Association."
When they were talking, they seemed to have automatically forgotten that Jin Yuqian was still standing next to them. The current president of Xuzhou Martial Arts Association looked worse than a pig's liver.
"I don't think it's appropriate for me to be the president of Xuzhou Martial Arts Association, right?" Zhuo Bufan frowned.
Jin Yuqian hesitated for a moment, then took a step forward and cupped one hand in the other before his chest. "Mr. Zhuo deserves to be the president of the Xuzhou Martial Arts Association. I have absolutely no complaints."
Martial artists usually had abilities that were stronger than ordinary people. Practicing martial arts required Chinese medicine to treat injuries and strengthen the body. They often appeared in remote mountains and ancient forests, so they could definitely find precious herbs that ordinary people couldn't.
Zhuo Bufan thought for a while, then nodded and said, "You all think so highly of me. If I don't accept it, it will be too impolite. But I am still studying, so I hope that Mr. Kang will be the president. I will just be the honorary president."
Hearing this, Kang Weiguo was stunned for a while. Everyone looked at each other and finally looked at Kang Weiguo and said, "President Kang."
Jin Yuqian also said, "President Kang."
Kang Weiguo looked at Zhuo Bufan's eyes, hesitated for a while, then nodded and said, "Since Mr. Zhuo trusts me, then I will not decline anymore."
Kang Youming's face was full of joy. As the president of a city's Martial Arts Association, he had a lot of power, and his status would also rise.
Of course, Zhuo Bufan was not interested in the president's position. He said indifferently, "Oh right, don't tell anyone about me. I don't want to be in the limelight. If you can find the Ice Condensing Grass, remember to inform me. Of course, I won't let you give it to me for free. I will give you a martial art."
Hearing what Zhuo Bufan said, everyone was stunned.
A martial artist's cultivation method was the most important thing. If true essence was the gasoline, then a cultivation method was the engine, the most important thing.
Generally, only martial arts aristocratic families and super powerful sects would have martial arts cultivation methods. Moreover, they would only be passed on to the core disciples and juniors. Ordinary people simply could not get their hands on this thing.
To put it bluntly, even the Xuzhou Martial Arts Association only shared a few very simple mental cultivation methods, and disciples who passed a strict assessment could practice them.
When he was traveling in the universe, he learned many martial art secret skills. But later on, he became so powerful that he no longer needed to fight with his body.
The martial art that Zhuo Bufan wrote down was an entry-level martial art from the Iron Flower School on the Sun Moon Planet. It was called the Art of Dragon Elephant. It could train the warrior's strength and body.
The mental cultivation method that Zhuo Bufan had written down was an entry-level cultivation method from a sect called the Iron Flower Sect on Luna Planet. It was called the Dragon Elephant Technique. It could train a martial artist's strength and body. If one mastered it, they could fight against the Buddha Elephant and True Dragon.
"This is for you. If anyone can help me find the Ice Condensing Grass, I will give you a higher level martial art." Zhuo Bufan gave the written martial art to Kang Weiguo.
Kang Weiguo and the other directors widened their eyes and glanced at it, then frowned at the same time. Soon after, a look of shock appeared on their faces. They had been practicing martial arts for decades and knew the most basic things. They could tell that this set of martial arts was very powerful.
Everyone wanted to know how Zhuo Bufan came to be. Not only did he become a Grandmaster in his teens, he could also write a martial art that would be even more powerful in the future.
Many people had already made up their minds to look for the Ice Condensing Grass.
…
At the headquarters of the Square Gate.
An independent European-style villa. It was luxurious. There were precious crystal shops and handmade Persian carpets.
Chou Sihai sat on an Italian leather sofa with a Havana cigar in his mouth, which sold for 200 US dollars. He puffed on it contentedly, waved his hand and said, "You guys can leave now."
"Yes, Fourth Master." Several bodyguards standing in the living room nodded and left.
Only Qiu Jinse was left standing in front of Qiu Sihai. The faint smile on Qiu Sihai's face suddenly disappeared. His eyes were cold as he stared at Qiu Jinse. "Have you fallen in love with Zhuo Bufan? Do you still remember who gave you food? "
"I didn't fall in love with him. I know. It was you who saved me and gave me food. "Qiu Jinse bit her lower lip hard. There was a trace of fear in her eyes.
"Who gave you such beautiful clothes and such a nice house? Do you remember?"
"You gave me everything."
Suddenly, Qiu Sihai stood up, took out the cigar in his mouth, and suddenly pressed the red hot cigarette butt directly on Chou Jinse's snow-white jade-like shoulder, sizzling white smoke and the smell of barbecue came out.
Qiu Jinse's body twitched in pain. She bit her lower lip so hard that it bled. But she didn't even make a sound.
Qiu Sihai looked at her and sneered. "I gave you everything you have now. If you don't listen to me, I will take it all back and let you live in endless darkness."
"I … I know." Qiu Jinse's forehead was covered with cold sweat. She used all her strength to speak.
Qiu Sihai snorted. "Don't forget your mission. Use your body to seduce Zhuo Bufan to sleep with you. Once I succeed, I will not mistreat you. Do you understand?"
"I understand."
After that, Qiu Sihai stared at him coldly. He held onto the spiral staircase and slowly walked up to the second floor.
Qiu Jinse looked at her white arm that was blistered. Her eyes turned red and she knelt on the ground helplessly.
…
After Zhuo Bufan left the boxing arena, she didn't see Qiu Sihai and Qiu Jinse. She frowned slightly and shook her head. "Everyone thinks I'm just a kid. But I've lived for three hundred years. I know all your tricks."
As he spoke, he suddenly saw two Wuling Hongguang coming from the opposite side of the road. The wheels made a few black marks on the concrete ground. The car door opened.
A few young men in leather jackets jumped out of the car with iron bars in their hands.
The leader had the word "Ninja" tattooed on his neck. He was dressed in a hip-hop style.
"You're Zhuo Bufan?"
Zhuo Bufan frowned and nodded.
"Then it should be you. Beat him up." The hippie man didn't waste any time and directly spoke. A few youths immediately rushed towards Zhuo Bufan.
"Ah Ren, you're going to f * cking die." Suddenly, an explosive shout came from the side. The hippie man and the few youths were stunned at the same time. They turned their heads and saw Cangyun and Fu Leng walking over with large strides.
Cangyun and Fu Leng had just come out of the underground car park and were still immersed in the shock of Zhuo Bufan killing Liu Xuandao.
He didn't expect that the moment he came out, he would see a group of hooligans blocking Zhuo Bufan's path with something. The boy with the word "Ninja" tattooed on his neck was a friend of Cangyun's, and was also a member of the Black Clothes Association.
"Brother Yun, Brother Leng, why are you here?" A suspicious look appeared on Ah Ren's face as he placed the stick in his hand on the ground.
Cangyun's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, he slapped Ah Ren's face with the back of his hand, "Are you f * cking courting death?"
Ah Ren couldn't react in time. He covered his face and said angrily, "Brother Yun, why did you hit me?"
Just as he finished speaking, Fu Leng slapped Ah Ren's face again, causing him to stagger a few steps back. His left cheek swelled up, and he was furious. He usually did well, but after being slapped twice in a row, he still felt a little unhappy.
Cangyun and Fu Leng didn't have the time to bother with him. They looked at Zhuo Bufan nervously and said respectfully, "Mr. Zhuo."
Zhuo Bufan nodded, and stared at Ah Ren: "You know each other?"
"Mr. Zhuo, he is a friend of mine. You are a magnanimous person, don't bother with him." Cangyun pleaded.
He had personally seen Zhuo Bufan kill people without even blinking, and the person he killed was a Grand Master. In Zhuo Bufan's eyes, the Ah Ren in front of him was probably not even comparable to an ant.
Zhuo Bufan looked at Ah Ren and said: "I remember that I don't know you, who told you to come find me?"
"You … Do you f * cking know?" Ah Ren spat, raised his chin and said coldly.
Just as they finished speaking, Cangyun and Fu Leng's expressions changed.
Zhuo Bufan casually waved his hand, and a wind blade swept past Ah Ren's wrist. His wrist and the metal rod fell to the ground, the wound was neat, leaving behind only a small amount of blood.
Ah Ren was stunned for a long time before he let out a painful scream. The surrounding hoodlums were so scared that they broke out in cold sweat and took a step back.
"Big brother … Big brother, don't kill me … I'll tell you everything …" Ah Ren knelt on the ground with a thud, pinching his wrist hard, cold sweat pouring down his forehead like rain.
No matter how stupid he was, he knew that Zhuo Bufan was definitely not an ordinary person.
"Who told you to come?"
"It's Qin Shao. Qin Yecang told me to teach you a lesson. He gave me fifty thousand yuan to let you lie in the hospital for half a month." Ah Ren said in a low voice.
Zhuo Bufan held his hands behind his back and frowned: "Qin Yecang? He seems to still owe me one billion. It seems like I have to find a time to collect the money. "
Cangyun and Fu Leng did not dare to say a word as they watched Zhuo Bufan's back as he left.
Thinking back to when he met Zhuo Bufan at school a month ago, Cangyun had wanted to invite Zhuo Bufan to join the Black Clothes Association. Now, it seemed that he, the Black Clothes Association, was nothing in Zhuo Bufan's eyes.
"Hurry up and send him to the hospital. There's still time. We can even reconnect our hands." Cangyun shouted.
Everyone hurriedly carried Ah Ren into the car and rushed to the hospital.
When he returned to the courtyard house, Zhang Huan was still awake. He was sitting on a stone bench barefooted, kicking his two white legs and supporting himself with his hands. No one knew what he was thinking.
Suddenly, he saw the wooden door open from the outside and Zhuo Bufan walked in.
"Zhuo Bufan …" Zhang Huan raised his head. Under the moonlight, his eyes were dark, as bright as two obsidian.
Zhuo Bufan looked at her in surprise and walked forward, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"I can't sleep. Chat with me." Zhang Huan pouted and muttered.
Zhuo Bufan laughed, "From the looks of it, is there something troubling you?"
"Yes, I miss my father and mother, but Grandma forbids me from going back. I'm afraid that Grandma will be sad if I go back. Sigh." Zhang Huan let out a long sigh and said leisurely.
Zhuo Bufan frowned and said: "Why doesn't your grandmother want you to go back?"
"Grandma and Grandpa quarreled, so Grandma brought me out … If I leave and leave Grandma alone, she will definitely be sad." There was a hint of sorrow hidden between Zhang Huan's beautiful brows.
Zhuo Bufan never thought that Zhang Xiaocui would actually run away from home with Zhang Huan.
However, thinking that Zhang Xiaocui would quarrel with her husband and run away from home at her age, Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but smile.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. Zhuo Bufan, where's your WeChat? I've never added you on WeChat." Zhang Huan raised his head and said with a smile.
Zhuo Bufan took out her phone and said awkwardly: "I don't think I have that software."
Zhang Huan directly took his phone over, "I'll help you download one, add me as a friend."
Soon, Zhang Huan helped him download WeChat and added him as a friend. Zhang Huan's online ID was' Muddle Headed ', and her profile picture was a cute little girl. "Alright, remember to chat with me when you're free."
Zhuo Bufan nodded. Zhang Huan put on her slippers, waved her hand, and returned to her room.
Zhuo Bufan took out his phone and opened WeChat. He didn't seem to have used this in his previous life. The number on the screen automatically recommended him as a friend. Zhuo Bufan suddenly saw a familiar profile picture. It was Ye Ziqin, and her online ID was' Cute Bunny '.
"I didn't expect the usually cold and aloof CEO Ye to have such an online ID." Zhuo Bufan laughed involuntarily, and Ye Ziqin's smile appeared in his mind.
Casually opening Ye Ziqin's WeChat Moments, Zhuo Bufan was stunned for a moment, and then she posted a message in her WeChat Moments.
Ye Ziqin was having dinner with another man in a Spanish restaurant. The photo of the two of them was posted in her WeChat Moments, accompanied by a string of emojis. Zhuo Bufan squeezed her phone tightly, and then a trace of bitterness appeared at the corner of her mouth. "So it's always me who can't let go."
With a sigh, Zhuo Bufan went straight back to his room.
After washing up, she was about to sleep when her phone suddenly rang. It was a call from Chu Lingding.
"Hello … What's the matter?" Zhuo Bufan frowned.
On the other end of the phone, Chu Lingding was silent for a long time, and finally said in a melodious voice, "Zhuo Bufan, are you free tomorrow? I think there's something wrong with Huang Yiyun. Can you accompany me to take a look tomorrow? "
"Sure, wait for me after 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 her. The image of a dragon head and a flame intersecting represented the power of the country. There was a shallow scratch on it, and it seemed to be left by a bullet.
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