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

Jiang Ran glanced at his rotten crotch inexplicably, as if responding to Hu Ximing's question: "Can't you understand? Then don't think about it."

Rotten Crotch's face suddenly turned pale, and he had a feeling that something bad was going on. Fortunately, the other person's next words gave him hope of living again.

"What's your name?" Jiang Ran said calmly, without waiting for his reply, he shook his head as if asking himself a question, "Forget it, it doesn't matter what your name is."

"Liu Jun said that Zhou Yuanwei is going to meet someone on the night of October [-]th. Do you know who that person is?"

The blinking speed of the rotten crotch's eyes suddenly slowed down, and many thoughts flashed through him in a short moment. Finally, he pretended to avoid his eyes and said in a tone that others would know he was lying.

"Zhou Yuanwei has just been let go by Cao Zhifeng, and he is still showing up at this critical moment despite risks. How do I know who he is going to see?"

There was a very obvious "ask next" expression on Rotten Crotch's face. All he had to do was clearly say, "I know, but you can't say it right away, otherwise the answer will look too cheap."

The moment he finished speaking, Jiang Ran raised the gun in his hand.

"Since I don't know, I'll ask Liu Jun myself."

Rotten Crotch was slightly startled. This script was wrong. It shouldn't be a combination of threats and inducements, forcing him to turn against Zhou Yuanwei and sell out Zhou Yuanwei!

What's the point of pulling out a gun and pointing it at yourself as soon as you disagree?

puff-

The expression on his face was still confused, and it was frozen instantly before he could change his words.

Jiang Ran shook the gun in his hand and found that the bullets had been emptied. He casually threw it at the rotten crotch with two huge bullet holes in his head and chest.

Seeing him throw away the pistol, Hu Ximing glanced at him indifferently and shuddered subconsciously. Only then did he realize that the six-man group headed by Rotten Crotch was completely dead.

Fortunately, Jiang Ran's eyes did not stay on his face for too long, and instead glanced at Yan Yuqing. Otherwise, Hu Ximing was really afraid that the other party would kill him easily, so he would have killed himself to help him out.

The Qingqing Umbrella slid vertically through the air and crashed into Yan Yu's feelings.

She subconsciously grabbed the paper umbrella, crossed her hands and stroked it from top to bottom, and found that the umbrella body was not damaged at all. She stared at the young man walking towards the house towards her, with peach blossoms burning in her eyes.

She had not seen Jiang Ran's method of curing Yan Chuan, or there was no comparison, which could not reflect how strong the other party was.

Whether it's true energy or energy, it's more like an adjective without a specific value.

After this battle, she finally understood what Huajin was and why she was called a master.

Comparing Huo Ying's peak strength, she did not deny that the other party could react in such a sneak attack and killed six people in a violent attack.

But the few people who turned around to enter the house, including himself, would definitely not be unscathed.

This is the most intuitive difference.

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inside the house.

Jiang Ran looked at the pot of pork in front of him, and Fan Xin couldn't help but feel a little more moved.

The succulents in the flowerpot are growing beautifully, and the large flowerpot is almost full.

Ah Cheng effortlessly picked up the flowerpot, placed it upside down on the floor of the living room, patted it hard, and moved it away after feeling the soil loosen.

Jiang Ran stood beside the mound with his hands behind his back, stretched out his right hand and shook it, and the exposed corner of the soil was taken into his hand.

Feeling the surging medicinal power, there was a slight joy in his eyes.

Yan Yuqing noticed his slightly excited mood from the corner of her eye, raised her eyebrows slightly, moved her lips slightly and asked curiously: "Grandmaster Jiang, is this Qiyangzhi?"

It was really difficult for her to connect the black tuber-like plant in front of her with the natural treasures. To be honest, this thing looked like a crooked and dark sweet potato.

"No wonder Agou has been here several times and looked around inside and out, but he still can't find where the Yangzhi is hidden."

Hu Ximing looked at Wu Xiaotong, who was silent and somewhat depressed, and couldn't help but sigh.

No one would realize its value unless it was packaged in a valuable box.

What's more, Wu Xiaotong was buried in a flowerpot. Even if Agou smashed all the flowerpots on the balcony, he wouldn't think of digging through the soil for garbage.

"Despite its humble appearance, in the current environment, it is already a rare treasure."

Jiang Ran had been running around for this thing for a long time, and now he finally got it. He couldn't help but say a few more words in a happy mood.

The process of obtaining Yangzhi is easy to say, but in fact it is a bit of a coincidence.

Regardless of the fact that he went against his true intention and came to Yanshan to rob him the moment he learned the news.

If he had the idea of ​​​​going all the way to the end and asked Lin Mudan for clues that Qiyanzhi was stolen by Wu Xiaotong and was going to be sold to Brother Jun, and then went directly to Liu Jun, he would most likely miss Qiyanzhi.

Even if Liu Jun is killed, the opponent will not be able to change Yangzhi.

"Treasures from heaven and earth?" Yan Yuqing's lips parted slightly, her eyes thoughtful, "Isn't it comparable to the thousand-year-old ginseng?"

Hearing this, Jiang Ran was silent for a moment and shook his head: "Thousand-year-old ginseng can already be called a rare spiritual object. No matter how powerful the medicinal effect of Yangzhi is, it cannot be compared with it."

Thousand-year-old ginseng, this woman is not afraid of the wind blowing her tongue.

It is not uncommon in the world of cultivation for a ginseng tree to survive thousands of years of rain and wind in perfect condition. This human calamity is the greatest calamity for many spiritual beings.

The innate lifespan is 99 years, the lifespan of the Dao-deficient base is [-], and the lifespan of the Perfect Dao-base is [-]. The elixirs in the realm of knotted elixirs are divided into three grades, the lifespan of the blue elixir is one thousand years, the lifespan of the purple elixir is one thousand five hundred years, and the lifespan of the golden elixir is one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years.

Thousand-year-old ginseng might be able to kill a Jiedan practitioner, and it would be difficult for a Jiedan master to restrain his inner greed when faced with a 300-year-old elixir that had not been ripened in the cave.

Not to mention that on the Azure Star, in the past 1000 years, the country has changed hands and dynasties many times.

Yan Yuqing originally asked casually, but Jiang Ran's answer was quite expected.

But her eyes soon started to sparkle, and she asked generously.

"Grandmaster Jiang, is Qiyanzhi useful to a Mingjin warrior like me?"

She has such a temperament that what she thinks in her heart will be translated into words in her mouth, and she will not feel embarrassed or ashamed to speak out.

Jiang Ran raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't feel that such a question was too abrupt.

In his mind, to get something, you have to at least try to ask.

As for waiting for him to open his mouth and force-feed him, that's just wishful thinking.

"The Qi Yang Branch is not of much use to a Ming Jin warrior like you, especially if you are a woman. If you eat it, it will cause the body's Qi to be in a situation where Yang is strong and Yin is weak."

Jiang Ran's tone was a little playful, but the fluttering amorous feelings between Yan Yuqing's brows and eyes faded a lot with these words.

"But when I refine the Yang Branch into a body tempering pill, it will be of some use to Ming Jin warriors."

After hearing this, Yan Yuqing's mole trembled slightly, and there was a bit of anger in her eyes. Her peach blossom eyes looked affectionate, with a self-consistent style.