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

Seeing that Jiang Ran seemed to be persuaded by him, Lu Qian breathed a sigh of relief and directly handed over the teapot.

"Drink some water, drink some water." Lu Qian yelled, and used his other hand to pull Jiang Ran's arm, "Young people, don't be so angry. Yan Chuan is already several decades old, so don't care about him. "

Yan Chuan's hands had been desperately holding on to the hand that was strangling his neck. Hearing Lu Qian's unscrupulous words, his struggle became a little stronger.

The strength in Jiang Ran's hand became slightly weaker. He took the teapot and drank it all in one gulp.

Yan Chuan felt the iron-like hand holding his neck loosen slightly, and the air rushed into his lungs instantly, causing him to cough violently.

Lu Qian took a long breath, and just as he was about to give some more advice, the door to the room was kicked open violently.

A very dangerous smell came from the direction of the door, making the hair on Jiang Ran's body stand up instantly.

The strength of his hand increased again, and Yan Chuan's cough was suddenly suppressed in his throat and turned into a sob.

(This kid really dares to kill me.)

Yan Chuan already had some regrets in his heart.

I have been so pampered over the years that I didn't suppress my emotions when I was alone with someone who didn't know the details.

Firstly, he didn't expect the other party to have such force, and secondly, he didn't expect that there was such a person who could fight to the death.

But when he thought about the other party's age, Yan Chuan finally realized that he was too confident.

He has been treating Jiang Ran with the same attitude as he would treat a person of the same age and city, which in itself ignores the other person's youth and frivolity.

"A Cheng! Don't shoot!" Lu Qian felt that he was going crazy. This Jiang Ran seemed to have nothing on his mind except martial arts.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that such amazingly talented dark warriors appear.

The short-haired young man who kicked open the door with a gun in his hand saw the scene inside the house, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Second Master." Ah Cheng looked at Yan Chuan, who was hanging in the air and struggling desperately, and exclaimed, "Stop, or I will shoot!"

"I know you are a Ming Jin warrior, but you are not as fast as a gun!"

He was secretly annoyed that he shouldn't have listened to Yan Chuan's instructions and stayed in the car, but who would have thought that another person would suddenly appear here.

Ah Cheng pointed his gun at the boy who was too young, his fingers trembling slightly.

He could barely see the side of the opponent's face. From this angle, the chance of hitting Yan Chuan was higher.

What's more, Lu Qian couldn't stop him even if he was close at hand, which means that the opponent is also a warrior, and there is definitely a chance of using Yan Chuan to block the gun in a hurry.

"Jiang Ran!" Lu Qian grabbed Jiang Ran's arm with his hand and found that it was like a mountain and could not be shaken at all. "Sell me a favor and let Yan Chuan go. I will pretend that I don't have the Huanzhi grass."

"You let Yan Chuan go and leave quickly. I promise nothing happened tonight."

"Don't you want to see the scenery above?" Jiang Ran's eyes became more alert, "Just to save my life in the hands of the Yan family?"

"Look at the woolen scenery." Lu Qian complained and said harshly: "What do you mean to save your life? I'm afraid that the Yan family will be implicated in my head. It's none of my business whether you die or not."

Jiang Ran laughed dumbly.

He could ignore hypocrisy and ulterior motives, but Lu Qian was not like that. The other party had pure good intentions.

So he is willing to give this step.

The moment Jiang Ran let go, his energy flowed, his cheeks puffed up slightly, and he spat lightly in the direction of the young man holding the gun.

There was a faint sound of cracking in the air.

Yan Chuan fell to the ground, staggered, and quickly held the table with his hands, lowering his head and breathing rapidly.

Lu Qian's heart that was hanging in the air finally fell into his stomach, but the strong wind passing by his ears made him turn his head to look at the door in shock.

As soon as Ah Cheng saw Yan Chuan being put down, before he had time to consider whether to put the gun away, a huge force came from his hand.

I don't know what it was, but it hit the pistol with an extremely high kinetic energy speed. It was an incredible force, and the pistol was knocked out instantly.

Ah Cheng was also pushed back by the force, and the back of his hand and the gun hit the wall almost at the same time.

boom!

The sound of the pistol hitting the wall drowned out the sound of the skin on his right hand being torn open. Ah Cheng ignored the pain and stared at the obvious sunken gun marks on the wall.

The pistol bounced off the wall, vibrated on the ground a few times, and lay motionless on the ground.

Ah Cheng's hand slipped weakly from the wall, leaving a bright red bloodstain. He stared blankly at the gun on the ground.

The black gun body and a touch of green form a sharp contrast.

A piece of green tea leaf was embedded on the gun body.

The dazzling green made the room fall into an inexplicable silence. It was inexplicable because Yan Chuan's breathing was still violent.

Lu Qian's hand seemed to be frozen in mid-air until Jiang Ran's words brought him back to his senses.

"I'm not as fast as a gun." Jiang Ran calmly put one hand behind his back and looked at the short-haired young man, "But you are not a gun."

The threat posed by firearms existed, but a simple pistol was not a big threat to Jiang Ran.

He was able to avoid the vital point the moment the bullet was about to leave the muzzle, not to mention that the opponent might not have a chance to shoot.

When Jiang Ran let Yan Chuan go, he also understood that because of Lu Qian's words, it would be impossible for the other party to continue to order the short-haired young man to shoot.

But he still chose to tell Yan Chuan in the simplest way, killing you and letting you go, all in one thought.

It wasn't Lu Qian who asked you, the Yan family, to spare me, but I spared you because of Lu Qian.

"Plucking leaves hurts people. You are the pinnacle of dark strength." A look of boredom appeared on Lu Qian's old face. He suddenly felt that practicing martial arts was boring.

He started practicing martial arts at the age of eight, and it was not until the age of 43 that he became a master of Ming Jin. It took another 30 years, but he still had not crossed the threshold of Dark Jin.

After his first fight with Jiang Ran, he was completely beaten by the opponent's talent, which was already under 20 years old.

But it wasn't until this moment that Lu Qian really felt that life was boring. He didn't enter Anjin before he was 20 years old, but he reached the peak of Anjin before he was 20 years old.

He suffered so much from the age of eight to Ming Jin's attainment. After he turned 60, he tried every means to maintain his realm, fearing that he would die when Ming Jin was gone. Now that he thinks about it, he is really stupid.

If you let him choose again, dogs will practice martial arts.

"Little old man, do you believe now that I can let you go to a higher place to see the scenery?" Jiang Ran raised his eyes slightly and teased Lu Qian who looked decadent.

Lu Qian, who was silent in emotions such as annoyance, unwillingness, and disbelief, looked at the hateful-looking young man like an Alzheimer's disease, and the desire that had been lingering in his heart for decades was awakened again.

Flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people.

This is a state that can only be achieved at the peak of dark energy. Only by perfectly controlling the energy in the body and not losing any of it when taking action can we ensure that a flower or a leaf always has the potential to hurt people.

Saying this when you first entered Anjin at the age of 20 will have completely different effects than saying this when you are at the peak of Anjin at 20 years old.

"Believe it, believe it." Lu Qian smiled shyly, like a bitch, "I have never doubted your words from the beginning to the end. It's nothing but secret strength. I believe it, I believe it."

Lu Qian thought to himself: How could someone choose to give up being a dog for the sake of An Jin?

Dogs are so good, dogs can hide their strength.