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

Jiang Ran looked at the visitor calmly. He was about 70 years old, with no signs of aging on his face or body. He was wearing a white Tang suit, had an inch-long beard, and had a twinkle in his eyes.

As everyone in the room and Tang Jing left one after another, the room became quiet again. The old man's thousand-layer cloth shoes stepped on the floor without making any sound.

"The old man Huo Ying is an old friend of the Yan family. I learned that Yan Lao's second friend is here and came to visit late at night. Did he not disturb Mr. Yan?"

He stood at the door and observed carefully for a long time. Then he smiled heartily and greeted Jiang Ran with fists in his hands. His words were extremely polite, at least more so than Qi Jingshan.

"This is the Yan family, and I am also a guest, so I won't bother you."

"But why did you come to me?"

Jiang Ran shook his head. Regardless of whether the eight women prepared by Yan Chuan were suitable or not, they still had their own feelings.

When he came to Yan's house this time, he didn't intend to use the same attitude towards Mrs. Xie's family. After all, he had ordered Yan Chuan several times to do things appropriately and there was a sense of friendship.

"That boy in Yan Chuan said that he is a dark warrior, but I don't really believe it when I look at it."

Huo Ying still had a smile on his face.

Jiang Ran sat at the top, looking at the old man standing at the door, and said without sadness or joy: "So?"

"At least ordinary dark strength warriors, or those at the peak of dark strength, can't achieve a perfect balance of energy without revealing anything." Huo Ying didn't care about this slightly dismissive tone.

Without knowing it, he might mistake Jiang Ran for an ordinary person.

But Yan Chuan had said beforehand that he had always observed the other party with the same attitude towards dark strength warriors.

The more he looked at this observation, the more alarming he became. If Jiang Ran was truly a warrior, then even he would be hard-pressed to control his energy.

The martial arts he practiced came from Yanqing, and are called Yanqing Quan and the more widely circulated Mizong Quan.

It was improved and carried forward by Huo Yuanjia in the late Qing Dynasty, and it has been passed down to this day with unique training methods, fighting methods and breathing methods. Even so, it is impossible to lock the energy in the body without leaking it.

Ordinary warriors can roughly estimate the opponent's strength through the dissipated energy when they reach the dark level, but when they met Jiang Ran tonight, this method was completely useless.

He couldn't see through it, and it was precisely because he couldn't see through it that he maintained such a humble attitude.

It can't be true. If Jiang Ran is really a showman and deceives Yan Chuan in some way, he will naturally be punished accordingly.

"If I haven't guessed, either your master's martial arts skills are extremely exquisite, or he is gifted and his ability to control energy is far beyond ordinary people."

While speaking, Huo Ying looked at the young man sitting upright, trying to detect the truth from the fluctuations in his expression.

As a result, he miscalculated again. Not to mention the change in his expression, the other party didn't even raise his eyelids. He just stared at him in silence for a few moments before smiling playfully.

"Maybe there is another possibility." Jiang Ran wasn't sure whether Huo Ying was up late at night and found out that he was at Yan's house, or whether Yan Chuan informed him, but it was probably to test his strength.

Yan Chuan has a hidden illness that worries me, and I'm probably a little bit disheartened because he hasn't been cured in recent years.

Now that I heard that my son knew a young warrior who was at the peak of his dark strength and said that there was a way to cure this disease, he would not easily believe it.

At least he had to verify whether he was the 20-year-old An Jin at his peak. Lu Qian was mistaken and there was a possibility that Yan Chuan was deceived.

Jiang Ran is too lazy to show off and cause trouble that you don't believe he won't treat.

If someone in the Yan family wants to verify whether he is at the peak of Anjin, then he should completely dispel the other person's suspicion. This way, there will be no more unsighted people jumping out and saying things like not knowing the details.

Huo Ying didn't realize the meaning of this sentence at the first time. It wasn't until he said it twice in his mouth that he stared at Jiang Ran with his pupils dilated.

"Mister means..."

His eyes were solemn and a little suspicious, doubting the authenticity of Jiang Ran's words.

If An Jin's peak at the age of 20 is already sensational enough, then going one step further would already feel like bragging.

Before he could think of what to say, his whole body was already feeling cold, and his body's subconscious instincts prompted the energy in his body to begin to surge.

The young man at the top just stood up from his chair, obviously not doing anything.

The suspicion in Huo Ying's eyes quickly dissipated, leaving only solemnity. He wanted to speak, but found that he had lost his voice.

After Jiang Ran stood up, he had no intention of restraining Jiujie Jin, so his clothes and pants continued to bulge, and then refitted to his body after the energy flowed away.

The black hair on his head stood up like electricity, and the air waves outside his body followed him step by step towards Huo Ying, like an invisible snake scurrying in the hall.

Not only was the tea cup on the table jingling and beating crazily behind him, but the heavy tables and chairs also creaked and shifted.

The orchid picture hanging on the wall behind the main seat also swayed from side to side as if it had been hit by a strong wind. After a while, the glass on the surface of the frame cracked into several pieces.

It was like a pebble falling into the lake causing ripples. When the glass of the picture frame cracked and fell to the ground, large cracks appeared on the vases and porcelain furnishings everywhere, and the value of a large number of treasures was seen to be reduced to zero.

The wooden floor under Jiang Ran's feet was broken inch by inch by the force that escaped his restraint, and large swaths of broken stubble appeared, just like the ground plowed by cattle.

With the clarity and self-realization of the soul, the Nine Tribulations Jin can become more and more arbitrary. Although the strength of the Qi Jin is the same, the flexibility has increased by more than one step.

Jiang Ran finally stood three feet in front of Huo Ying. If the energy scurrying like a spiritual snake outside his body had a physical form, he could see that after he stopped walking, the wisps of breath spreading in the air suddenly swam back into his body.

Huo Ying's face was pale at this time, his eyes were wide open, and his hands and feet were in a posture, but he couldn't find any opportunity to take action.

This dark-strength peak warrior, who was slightly stronger than Qi Jingshan, had his fists deformed, and he was in a situation where his body instinctively knew the danger, but had no way to deal with it.

Jiang Ran looked at him as if he was facing a formidable enemy, thought for a moment, turned his right hand behind his back into a fist, and pushed it out gently.

Move!Get moving!

As soon as Huo Ying saw the palm move, he shouted in his heart, but his anger had been completely dissipated, and he was flying around in his body like a frightened bird, leaving no room for resistance.

Huo Ying smiled miserably as his light palms expanded in his eyes. He stopped struggling in vain and mobilized his scattered breath to prepare for this blow without fireworks.

Jiang Ran's palm fell on him like wind and drizzle, and it was gone at the first touch.

He stood at the door like a pine and a cypress. Huo Ying's upper body pulled his lower body and flew out of the house. After landing in the courtyard, he couldn't control his steps and stepped back.

"Mr. Huo, why are you here?"

As soon as Xiaohe walked into the courtyard of Yunshuiting with Jingyang Spring Water, he saw Huo Ying staggering at his feet and walking backwards towards him as if he was unsteady.

In desperation, she stretched out her hand, and the old man steadied himself, as if he was just unsteady on his feet before.

Huo Ying felt the warmth of Jiang Ran's palm touching his body, but other than that, he felt no pain in his chest.

He was standing in the yard with the same expression on his face as he was when he fell off the pile while practicing martial arts more than 60 years ago and was caught by his master. He was as helpless and helpless as when he was a child.

Jiang Ran looked at the old man in the courtyard from a distance, nodded slightly to him, and was touched in his heart. He had never been so helpless in the world of cultivation.