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

"Want to learn?" Jiang Ran dangled his left and right hands in front of him.

When Qian Qian asked, a playing card appeared between the four fingers, and another one was stuck on the palm of his hand.

The left hand has five aces, and the right hand has Liu Qingqing's straight flush.

"I'll teach you!"

Four-Finger Tan dares to say that no matter whether he is a decent person or a villain, he is not a person who talks a lot.

So when Jiang Ran raised his hand to the height of his chin, he immediately gave the order: "Shoot!!"

His response was the sound of several trigger pulls. Seeing that the young man standing at the end of the passage formed by the separation of the crowd still did not move, Four Finger Tan knew that the overall situation was decided.

wrong!No gunfire!

Normally, the sound of pulling the trigger would be covered up by the huge roar. It was not surprising that his ears were ringing because of the shock. How could he hear such a slight noise.

pat-

There was a series of sounds of things falling to the ground.

Four Finger Tan could not restrain his inner fear. He lowered his head and looked around, and was shocked to find that half of the gun body was falling to the ground one after another.

Moving his eyes upward, he saw the gun in the hand of the boy closest to him, with a smooth cross-section from the muzzle to the gun body.

Just when he noticed this, the bent fingers of these people holding the pistol seemed to have been cut by the paper knife of the printing factory, and scars as thin as hair appeared.

As blood oozed from these wounds, the fingers or half of the palm that had been cut off along with the firearm slowly began to separate like tofu pieces that had been stuck together, slipping away from the section.

Instead of spurting like a ruptured artery, the blood gradually gushes from the smooth scar on the finger and is soon dripping all over the carpet.

The ten people did not cry out because of the pain at all. They continued to observe along the smooth cross-section of the pistol. At the same angle on their bodies, silk-like wounds appeared.

Most of the wounds appear on the face, with only one vertical or slanted line of blood, presenting a broken beauty to others.

As scars emerged and blood oozed out, the lifeless torso could no longer support the body standing in place.

Almost as soon as Four-Finger Tan raised his eyes and saw the severed finger slipping off, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground could be heard one after another beside him.

Si Zhi Tan looked left and right, and saw ten younger brothers who had been fine just now lying on the ground in a mess. Even when the bodies fell to the ground, no sound could be made from their throats.

There wasn't much blood on the carpet, but the broken fingers and palms were all spooky.

It wasn't until ten corpses fell to the ground that he saw ten playing cards embedded deeply in the wall behind these people.

It was so deep that only the numbers and patterns on the corner could be seen, and there were no traces of cracks on the wall.

Just like when building a house, concrete and bricks, along with ten playing cards, are built directly into the wall.

The surroundings were quiet, and Si Zhi Tan could feel the fear of many Ma Chai's mental collapse when they saw this scene.

To be honest, he was also panicked.

Because of this, you cannot show obvious fear at this juncture, otherwise these younger brothers will probably disperse in a rush.

It was obviously just ten playing cards... Si Zhi Tan frowned, thinking about this and suddenly came to his senses.

yes!Ten cards killed ten people, but what about a submachine gun?

He suddenly turned his head and looked behind him, trying to scold the bodyguard for not firing.

The movement of turning the body was so fast that the sleeves brought a breeze.

This gust of wind was very weak, not even strong enough to swing a folding fan.

Even so, something seemed to have been blown. Just when Four Finger Tan was about to speak and cover up his guilty conscience with a loud scolding, the body of the black-clothed bodyguard fell apart like a puzzle, with a tendency to break into seven pieces.

The two arms slid down from the shoulders centimeter by centimeter. When the limbs were broken, they were as smooth as oiled mirrors. Even the most delicate amputation surgery could not present such a perfect scene.

The submachine gun in his hand is like a module that has been glued together. As the adhesion effect disappears, it returns to parts with different shapes.

The scar, which was tilted at [-] degrees, neatly cut open the bodyguard's black clothes and continued to penetrate deep, forming a penetrating wound of about one millimeter from the waist and abdomen.

Such fiber wounds cannot be observed with the naked eye. The reason why the human body can really feel that it is divided into upper and lower parts is that the upper and lower body slowly split from the waist and abdomen along the tilt angle.

When Four Finger Tan's gaze touched the opponent's knees from top to bottom, he saw that his left and right legs were also quickly separated from the knees.

The moment the legs were staggered, a pressure suddenly accelerated the speed. The man in black was pulled away from the vase on the table and fell to the ground with a bang.

The shock knocked over the first domino, and the man in black's neck was broken. The moment his head left his body, blood that had accumulated for a long time spurted out from the large hole in the mouth of the bowl.

No trace of disorganized fascia or trachea can be seen where the neck and body are disconnected. Except for the blood fountain that perfectly illustrates blood pressure, everything looks like CG from a virtual game.

The blood rain poured down, covering the four fingers.

The warm blood could not dispel the meaning in his heart. Behind the bodyguard, he saw countless playing cards nailed to the wall.

God knows how that young man was able to throw out these countless playing cards in one second, first separate the bodyguards who were firing submachine guns, and then use ten playing cards to kill ten people holding pistols.

He finally understood why he didn't even hear the sound of the trigger being pulled, because the bodyguard's finger in black was cut off in an instant and he couldn't even touch the trigger.

Si Zhi Tan smelled a strong fishy smell and stared blankly at the driver and bodyguard who was smashed into pieces like a clay doll.

This is a good brother who has been with him for many years, a life-long friendship.

A few years ago, two people raped two girls in a remote village. After they were discovered, they killed more than 30 households and more than [-] people in the village without stopping.

Afterwards, a few barrels of gasoline and a pile of firewood burned everything to ashes. Since then, their friendship has become increasingly deep, and they have become accustomed to each other's existence after so many years.

Now, his brother's head, left and right arms, left and right calves were cut off like this, and his body was also cut into two halves. This made him extremely sad.

The decomposed limbs were scattered aside. At his feet was his good brother's liver, intestines and internal organs that flowed out from the wounds on his waist and abdomen. Four Finger Tan was both sad and afraid.

His eyes blurred by blood seemed to see his upcoming fate.

Do you want to be submissive?Four-finger Tan turned around blankly, ignoring the many shivering horses, and knelt down with a plop, pressing the blood all over the ground with his hands.

"Spare my life!" Si Zhi Tan banged his forehead on the ground with a humbling and frightened tone.

Until this moment, he finally remembered some of the words his grandfather had said with longing before he was kicked out of the house.

"In martial arts, flying flowers and picking leaves is a small skill. Qi energy does not leave the body, which is called transforming energy."

"Those who have transformed their strength are not afraid of using firearms to kill enemies ten feet away. When martial arts practitioners see this, they should perform the disciple ceremony and call them - Grandmaster!"

Four Finger Tan smashed his head, but it was impossible to distinguish it from the blood mixed on the floor. Everything in his memory gradually became clearer, and his pleas for mercy became more and more sincere.

"The disciples have eyes but don't know Mount Tai, and they don't know the master's face!"

"I hope Grandmaster will spare my life. From now on, my disciples will only obey you!"