Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

Jiang Ran's right hand maintained a comfortable curvature from beginning to end. He did not use all his strength and his arm muscles felt completely tight.

Opposite him is Luo Hong, a man who looks as rough as a sand man in the desert north, but actually has a lot of plans in his heart. The expression on his face is extremely wonderful.

From the violent and awe-inspiring feeling when he first set foot, to the confusion when he suddenly realized that there was a figure in front of him, and finally turned into a red face when his right leg was caught by a finger.

Luo Hong exerted all his strength, squeezing the energy from his organs to the limit, and kept exerting force on his right leg, trying to break this dream-like scene.

If he has been practicing martial arts for many years, has been determined, and has never had a dream, he really has the urge to pinch his thigh to see if it hurts.

But no matter how hard Luo Hong tried, none of his slender and thin fingers moved at all, not even the slightest change in trajectory.

As a warrior at the pinnacle of Anjin, he fought against various warriors at the Qingchuan Martial Arts Conference, and occasionally received advice from Li Sutong. His vision and strength were by no means comparable to that of ordinary warriors.

Therefore, after exerting the resonance power of the internal organs to the extreme, but still unable to shake a finger of the young man in front of him, Luo Hong finally understood that his initial guess might be wrong.

This yellow-faced boy is not hiding deep at all, but an abyss. The entrance of the hole is so dark that no light can be seen, the kind that is bottomless.

In a short period of time, he organized the words in his mind countless times, trying to break this deadlock, but he still had no clue.

In fact, his act of killing Yan Yuqing also reminded this young warrior who was suspected of being An Jin or the peak of An Jin to some extent. I am not afraid of the so-called aristocratic family. If I really piss you off, I will kill you too.

Theoretically speaking, this idea doesn't have much problem. Killing Yan Yuqing in a fight will establish his authority, and then let this kid go. Without having to break up with the forces behind him, he can also serve as a witness to this fight.

Maybe letting go of the other party can be used as a bargaining chip for superficial reconciliation. There must first be a prerequisite, that is, Yan Yuqing is killed, and then the kid is frightened or beaten.

The plan was perfect, but I didn't expect that the most critical point was wrong.

The most critical point was strength. He had no idea that Jiang Ran's martial arts cultivation would reach this level, and he had no plan to deal with such an unexpected situation.

In short, he was confused.

Luo Hong was stunned for a few seconds, and finally realized that this posture was a bit inappropriate, and it made Jiang Ran feel that he was still dissatisfied.

However, the other party did not fight back for a while, and he most likely guessed that it was because of Li Sutong.

But Luo Hong did not yell wildly, but quickly made a move, preparing to put down his legs and then pay some benefits to make amends with this warrior whose strength far exceeded his own.

When he tried to move his right leg, he suddenly found that the entire heel of the leg was stuck to Jiang Ran's index finger. No matter whether he moved it to the side or lifted it upward, he could not move at all.

Taming Jin, Luo Hong's eyes trembled, and he finally raised his eyes in shock, looking straight at the face that was too young.

This is such a profound strength technique. Being able to do it with such ease means that...

He was still in shock when he heard a slightly weak but still graceful female voice. This sentence also confirmed the horrifying guess from the side.

"Master Jiang, if you are still one step slower, your love will have to be revealed here."

After Yan Yuqing opened her eyes, she realized that a figure of Yuan Ting Yuezhi was blocking her face. After taking a few seconds to understand the situation, the expression on her face suddenly became much more relaxed, as if she had a backbone. .

The words that came out of her mouth didn't sound weird, but they always sounded weird to others.

Grandmaster? !Grandmaster! !

Luo Hong took a breath of cold air. Even though he had a vague guess a second ago, he was still shocked by Yan Yuqing's name and his breath froze for a few minutes.

Did I step on a thousand pieces of shit when I went out to meet a grandmaster in a corner like Liuluo County?

He is still young enough to be considered immature given his age.

An Jin and the peak of An Jin are nothing more than that. Luo Hong knows that there are some unreasonable geniuses in the world who can complete the path that others take several years or even ten years in one year.

When the dark energy reaches its peak and reaches the transformation level, it will not be possible for a genius to cross the chasm in one fell swoop with just one sentence.

Using threshold to describe Huajin seems too low-priced, and Luo Hong feels that the word "Tianchen" is perfect.

He had reached the peak of his dark strength at the age of forty, and could still receive guidance from Li Sutong from time to time, but he still didn't know when and how long it would take him to cross that chasm and stand on the shore that belonged to the master.

Hua Jin is simply not a state that can be achieved through hard work. Otherwise, if any warrior can enter Hua Jin through the accumulation of time, how can he be called a master?

To be honest, Luo Hong wanted to kneel down.

He had seen Li Sutong take action, so when the facts were presented to him, he had no intention of resisting.

Transforming Jin's true energy out of the body, killing An Jin is like killing a chicken.

If you don't want to be made into chicken noodle, then you have to give up.

Luo Hong had just organized the words that he couldn't understand for a long time, but now he suddenly became extremely fluent.

"Grandmaster Jiang!" He kept raising his legs, and with the most sincere confessional attitude in his life, he honestly scolded himself for being blind to the truth.

"Luo Fan is at the disposal of the master. He will not complain if he wants to kill or bury Luo. I am willing to give him a thousand pieces of gold as a gift and ten properties. I just ask that you feel at ease and forgive me for my crime of disrespect."

Luo Hong lowered his head and his words were full of sincerity.

He didn't say the amount of the gift, which meant that Jiang Ran could speak freely, even if he swallowed all his assets in one go.

Once the money is gone, you can still make it again, but when you die, it's all over. He knows clearly what's more important and more important.

Luo Hong's voice was rough, and Jiang Ran's strength was so astonishing that the venue was completely silent for a while. Of course, these words were clearly heard by Luo Fan and his sister.

When Luo Meng heard her eldest brother's ruthless words, she couldn't help but tremble her shoulders. She knew that the matter was beyond Luo Hong's ability, but she still felt that these words were a bit too ruthless.

Turning around, he found that his younger brother, who had eyes wide with eyes wide and a look of horror on his face, fell silent for a moment after receiving these cold words from his elder brother. He couldn't help but feel worried: "Fan'er."

Luo Fan glanced at her, suddenly raised his head and grinned: "It's okay, sister, I can understand, brother, I don't blame him."

This smile seemed very sincere, which made Luo Meng, who was used to his nonchalant side, speechless for a moment.

In the field, Jiang Ran looked at Luo Hong, who had his head lowered and confessed, with a slightly amused look in his eyes. After noticing that the other person's aura gradually became tense, he shook his head imperceptibly.

"It's okay to spare your life." As soon as Jiang Ran said this, Luo Hong's heart went cold, knowing that there would be a failure.

"But who gave you the courage to kill my people?!"