Chapter 1611: Deadline has expired

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"Guardian Liang, you are..." Wu Jinfeng frowned and said angrily.

They all knew that Liang Yuan was upright, and even had some too pedantic obsessions. I'm afraid he wouldn't kneel down and beg for mercy even if someone wanted his life, but now he knelt down and begged for Luo Danhua.

"Liang Yuan, Luo Danhua is self-inflicted, why are you?" Fang Tangjing squeezed his fists, his eyes full of thunder and fire.

Liang Yuan raised his head and said, "I have never married Liang Yuan in my life and have no children under my knees. Luo Danhua is my disciple and half of my son. I can't see him die in front of me with my own eyes."

"The son." Shi Jian held the cup full of fruit wine and handed it to Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan took the wine glass, raised his head and drank it, "Since the Master Liang intercedes for him, I will spare his life today, but next time I see him, I will not forgive!"

"Thank you, Master Zhuo." Liang Yuan gritted his teeth and said: "This time I count Liang Yuan owing you a favor. Your business will be my Liang Yuan's business in the future."

"Master Liang, get up." Zhuo Bufan sighed and threw the wine glass to Luo Danhua.

The sharply rotating wine glass contained True Essence, and it slammed into Luo Danhua's shoulder. The latter flew out again, hitting the ground several times and squirting blood in his mouth.

"Go away, don't let me see you." Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly.

Luo Danhua clutched his shoulders, turned around, and staggered towards the outside, but when he turned around, there was a hint of resentment in his eyes.

"It's my fault this time, I'm sorry." Liang Yuan sighed with his head down.

"Master Liang, I don't blame you this time. Everything has cause and effect. I hope he won't show up in front of me." Zhuo Bufan said lightly.

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Three days in a blink of an eye, outside the Kyushu Mystery, dozens of figures stood in the air, and there were many powerful men who breathed like a deep sea.

"This is the Kyushu Secret Realm of Wumeng?"

"Zuo Bufan hides inside."

"The formation barrier is in vain in front of my Beidou Sect." A young man from the Eguan Boss waved his palm, and a golden mysterious order turned into a golden streamer to hit the Kyushu Secret Realm barrier.

The dome-shaped enchantment suddenly emitted a white light, appearing in everyone's eyes like a glass, unable to resist the attack of the golden mysterious order, it burst into a breath instantly, and dozens of cultivators standing in the sky flew in like a file.

"Who dares to trespass our Kyushu secret realm!"

Suddenly, two figures appeared in front of these people, but these two people were dressed up as modern people, one in casual clothes, it was Zhuang Ziruo and Chen Yanghao.

There are four martial arts halls in the Kyushu Secret Realm, which take turns to guard the entrances and exits of the secret realm. Today, it is the turn of the Kenshin Martial Arts Hall to be on duty.

"Two miscellaneous fish, we are members of Seven Sects. Zhuo Bufan can hide in the secret of Kyushu, let him get out and see us." Then, a young man with slender eyes and a gloomy complexion took a step and slapped him. Get out.

This young man looked young, but he had the strength of the pill-condensation stage, which was not something that Zhuang Ziruo and Chen Yanghao could resist. He was instantly slapped on his body by palm prints.

"Since the Seven Sects are here, please go to Jianxin Martial Arts Hall to sit down." Suddenly a light voice echoed between heaven and earth.

"Huh, Zhuo Bufan really hid in the secret territory of Kyushu."

Everyone heard this sound, and immediately flew towards the mountain peak of Jianxin Martial Arts Hall.

In the martial arts field outside the Kenshin Martial Arts Hall, many disciples of the Kenshin Martial Arts Hall stood aside, with a look of vigilance on their faces.

Bai Xing, the lord of the Beidou sect, Jin Yu, the lord of the King Kong sect, the Sting of the Bengshan sect, the flying feather sect Qin Zhen, the sacred beast sect Wuhai, and the trust leader of the Ziyun Sect Luo Yuer, the medicine sect Zhugehuai and Liu Qingyang.

"Seniors of the Seven Sects, my son is waiting for you inside." At this moment, a beautiful woman flew out and said softly.

This woman is Shijian, Zhuang Ziruo and Chen Yanghao came to her.

Shi Jian saw bloodshot eyes hanging on the corners of their mouths, and his face was a little pale, and his small faces were full of anger.

"Zhuo Bufan, the score is quite big, huh!"

"Go inside and meet him."

"If you don't hand over people today, hehe!"

A group of people muttered to themselves, and walked pretentiously towards the lobby inside the martial arts hall.

In the main hall of the martial arts hall, Zhuo Bufan took the first place, and Liang Yuan, Zhuo Bufan, Wu Jinfeng, and Wu Yingxi also sat on the stone chairs, their expressions indifferent.

"Luo Yu'er, Sect Master Ziyun, didn't you think we would meet again so soon?" Zhuo Bufan's mouth curled up with a faint smile, staring straight at Luo Yu'er.

"Young Master Zhuo, today I didn't come to you for my Ziyun Sect's affairs, but you caught the three geniuses of the Seven Sects. Our Ziyun Sect is also one of the Seven Sects. You should always give us an explanation." Luo Yuer is neither humble nor overbearing , His expression was cold, and his crisp voice echoed in the hall.

"The explanation will be given to you naturally." Zhuo Bufan said, and motioned to a few disciples in the Jianxin Martial Arts Academy: "Gift seats for Miss Liu, Mr. Zhuge, and Miss Wu."

The four disciples of Jianxin Martial Arts Hall quickly moved out of the inner hall with four wooden chairs carved with red sandalwood. Only Zhuo Bufan and others were sitting in the entire hall. They are now given to Liu Qingyang, Zhugehuai, Wu Mi, and Wuhai. It's because Zhuo Bufan and them are also friends.

"Good boy, the score is quite big, but he still knows to respect my little old man." The little old man blew his white beard and sat directly on the wooden chair under the weird gazes of the others in Qizong.

"Mr. Zhuge, I still have good fruit wine here, please taste it." Zhuo Bufan beckoned.

Shi Jian took out a small flaming gourd and handed it to Zhuge Huai, this is the fire spirit fruit wine Liang Yuan gave Zhuo Bufan.

"Well, well, I know how to honor my little old man. I don't like anything, but the wine is terrible." Zhuge Huaihaha is big and small, like a pervert who saw a beautiful woman, grabbed the gourd, opened the stopper, and poured it out. A bite.

"Good wine."

Zhuge Huai took a sip, and immediately hit a spirit all over his body.

When Liu Qingyang saw Grandpa Seven seated, he hesitated and sat beside Zhuge Huai.

"Dad, let's sit down too." Wu Mi looked at the middle-aged man next to him. The middle-aged man was not tall and had a dark and fat feeling. It was Wu Hai, the master of the Holy Beast Sect.

"Yeah." Wu Hai nodded, and sat down with his daughter.

The Saint Beast Sect and Zhuo Bufan have no grudges. This time I came here with the invitation of Bengshan Sect, King Kong Sect, and Beidou Sect. Everyone looked like a **** and had a title of Seven Sects that could contend against transcendent forces.

"Zhuo Bufan, would you do these kid tricks?" Suddenly, in the crowd, a young man with narrow eyes and a gloomy expression stood up and shouted coldly.

Except for the Medicine Sect and the Holy Beast Sect, the sect masters of the other sects stood awkwardly in the hall, looking a little ugly.

"Humph." Luo Yuer snorted softly.

"Are you a disciple of Feiyu Sect?" Zhuo Bufan glanced at him lightly, embroidered with a character of feather on his white clothes with gold thread, he was obviously a disciple of Feiyu Sect of Seven Sects.