Urban ancient fairy doctor

Ye Bufan was very excited. Having a powerful substitute would definitely play an unexpected role at critical moments. This was the biggest reward of coming to the Grand Canyon of Death. It was like finding a treasure.

Since he is his substitute, he should have a name. The previous Perfect No. 1 was too rustic and did not sound like a normal person's name.

What's it called? Called Lao Er, this name is more earthy and can easily cause ambiguity.

Call me second brother? It doesn't seem to be very good either.

Suddenly an idea flashed in my mind, let's call him Ye Erlang.

He reached out and patted the other party's shoulder: "From now on, you will be called Ye Erlang."

Looking at the substitute in front of him, he remembered something again, and with a thought, he took Ye Tian out of the ring.

Although the other party is just a corpse puppet, in his eyes he is both a brother and a friend, and he has really helped him a lot during this period.

It's just that after he entered the Martial Saint level, the opponent's level seemed to be lower, and he appeared less frequently.

Today, Ye Tian's body is golden, and he has reached the highest level of the Golden Corpse, but it is a pity that he is still one step away from the Heavenly Corpse.

It's just that I haven't met a master who practices dark skills recently. Otherwise, he will probably be able to advance with another pill. By then, he can awaken his sealed consciousness, and he will be able to fulfill his promise to the Zhu Rong family.

He knew there was a lot to do outside, and now was not the time to lament.

After calming down, he left the Dragon King Palace with a thought and reappeared in the Grand Canyon of Death.

As for Ye Erlang, he didn't bring it out. It was his own secret and he didn't want others to know it unless he had to.

"Miss, we have been waiting for so long, why is there still no movement at all?"

Feili and others were sitting under a big tree at this time, looking a little restless.

They had been sitting here for almost two or three hours. There was no news from Ye Bufan, and there was no action from Area 51, which made her extremely anxious.

Also anxious was the future. She stood up immediately and said, "I can't wait any longer. I want to go to 51 to find out where they got Brother Ye."

Seeing her like this, Feili could only sigh helplessly: "Okay, let's go together."

Just as everyone was about to stand up, suddenly a figure flashed in front of their eyes, and Ye Bufan appeared in front of everyone with a smile.

"Where are you going?"

"Dr. Ye, you are finally back."

Although Feili was calm before, it was the result of forced restraint. In fact, she was more worried about the man in front of her than anyone else.

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Seeing that he had returned safely, she immediately jumped up and threw herself into his arms.

At this moment, he no longer cared about whether there was a curse on him, and directly kissed the man's cheek hard, expressing his inner joy.

There is not much expression in the future, but his little face is as bright as a smile, showing the joy in his heart.

"Boss, you're back and you're going to scare us to death."

Nowitzki said with excitement.

"Thank you, I'm fine."

Although he had not been in contact with these people for a long time, Ye Bufan could feel their sincerity towards him, and he was still very moved.

"Doctor Ye, where have you been? And where is that monster? How is that guy?"

As Feili said this, she suddenly remembered the horror of Perfect No. 1, and looked around with vigilant eyes, fearing that the guy would suddenly jump out again.

Ye Bufan smiled slightly: "No need to look for it, it has been killed by me."

"Killed him? That guy was simply an undead monster. How did he kill him?"

Nowitzki and others looked shocked.

"No matter how powerful he is, he is just a cyborg, not a true martial artist. He still has his weaknesses."

Ye Bufan didn't say much and said directly to everyone, "Let's go, let's go find those guys in Area 51 to settle the score."

"Yes, let's settle the score with them."

Everyone was filled with joy and followed Ye Bufan, rushing towards the secret base again.

When we came to the door, the smashed door had not been repaired yet, and a dozen men in black with guns and ammunition were guarding here.

"Stop, who are you?"

After seeing them coming, the leading man in black was about to stop them, but his vision blurred, and then there was a click in his ear, and Nowitzki broke his neck.

The same was true for the remaining people. Before they could raise the guns in their hands, they died under the future ice spear technique.

As everyone moved forward, gods killed gods and Buddhas.

After solving the supernatural team, the rest of the entire base were ordinary gunmen, who could not stop Nowitzki and the future from joining forces.

Inside the secret base, Vieira and Lampard were sitting in front of the big screen, listening to Carlos' reprimand.

"Damn it, what did you do? You lost such a valuable biochemical man!"

Carlos was simply furious. He had set up such a secret base against everyone else's opinions, and finally achieved some results, but this happened.

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He was originally counting on Perfect No. 1 to suppress Huaxia Xuanyuan Pavilion, but it was lost as soon as it was born. How could he not be annoyed?

"I'm telling you, if I can't find Perfect No. 1, you two will stay there for the rest of my life, and no one will come out alive..."

Carlos spitted so much that if it hadn't been for the video call, he might have sprayed it on the two people's faces.

But at this moment, there was a loud bang and the door was kicked open from the outside, and then Ye Bufan walked in from the outside.

"Perfect No. 1 is finally back..."

Vieira looked excited. In his subconscious, as long as one of the two comes back, he must be the perfect No. 1.

Ye Bufan smiled slightly: "Are you talking about that monster? I have already dealt with it."

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! Perfect No. 1 cannot die."

Vieira looked in disbelief, never expecting that the person who came back was Ye Bufan.

"You don't believe it, do you? Then look at what this is?"

Ye Bufan said with a flick of his fingers, and a golden chip fell in front of Vieira.

"Well……"

Vieira and Lampard were stunned. Since the chips had been taken out, it meant that Perfect No. 1 was really finished.

But they can't even think of it. Perfect No. 1 is so powerful. How did the other party do it?

"Damn Ye Bufan, you ruined my good deeds again!"

On the big screen, Carlos' big bald head roared angrily.

Ever since he met this Chinese man, he had never taken advantage of him, and every perfect plan was ultimately ruined in the hands of the other party.

"Oh, isn't this my old friend Carlos? Long time no see."

Ye Bufan had never seen Carlos in person, but he had seen him several times on the big screen, and waved to him with a playful smile.

Carlos yelled angrily: "Damn it, what do you want to do?"

"This is what I should ask you, right?" Ye Bufan said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to worship me so much that you would even become a cyborg to look like me?"

Although Carlos was angry, as the head of the special department, he still had some basic brains. He knew that this time the plan was completely shattered.

"Ye Bufan, I think we should have a talk. From now on, how about if you don't cause trouble for me, and I won't cause trouble for you?"

At this point, he just wants to keep his secret base that he spent countless efforts to build.