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

"The second volume of the Moro Sutra is rumored to be in the hands of Golden Eyed Biao."

Yan Qiren hesitated for a moment before speaking in a low voice.

The Moro Sutra is divided into three volumes, upper, middle and lower. The combination of the three is the most advanced martial arts in the world. It is said that if one practices to a high level, one will be able to shatter the void.

Sixty years ago, Yuan Wentian, the master of the Mara Sword, passed away. His only daughter and his disciples fought openly and secretly for several months, which resulted in the Mara Sutra being divided into three parts. Last year, the first volume appeared in Lujia Village in Yanshan, which attracted the attention of the Love and Brotherhood Society.

After the prefect of Yanshan seized the Moro Sutra, he ordered a bloody massacre in Lujia Village, leaving no one alive. The rumor circulating outside was that the first volume of the Moro Sutra had been sent to the capital.

It was not long ago that the vice president asked the members of Yanshan to inquire about the news of the Mara Sutra.

Yan Qiren searched for several months, but only got this piece of information, whose authenticity was unknown.

It is very likely that someone else threw dirty water on Golden Eyed Biao, after all, there are many people who hate this guy.

Therefore, he did not take the news seriously and easily told it in front of the two of them.

"Is there really a Mara Sutra?!" He Lu suddenly turned around and faced Yan Qiren, her empty left sleeve fluttering a few times.

"Yuan Wentian lived for three centuries, and it is said that he had the strength to scare away thousands of troops. Others believed that it was because of the Mara Sutra."

Yan Qiren sighed, "As for whether the Mara Sutra exists or not, that's a matter of opinion."

"By the way, regardless of whether the news is true or false, I have to write to inform the vice president about what he has told me to do."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled back like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Before he had retreated half a foot, he saw Gu Zian, who had suddenly drawn his sword to stab him, turn the tip of the sword and head straight for He Lu's back.

"He Lu!"

The loud shout startled He Lu so much that she didn't react at all to what was happening, let alone have time to dodge.

Seeing this, Yan Qiren didn't even have time to weigh the pros and cons. He followed his body's instinct and stopped retreating. He rushed over and pushed her away, then turned sideways to try to avoid the sword.

A sneer appeared on Gu Zian's gloomy face, and he pretended to attack He Lu with his sword but then slashed back.

He originally intended to force Yan Qiren to come to the rescue, leaving some energy for another move, but he didn't expect that this fool would actually rush up.

When He Lu was still turning around, Yan Qiren flew over and hit her, but there was no point of force, so being able to dodge sideways was the limit.

Gu Zian suddenly felt that the situation was settled.

Yan Qiren was a very skilled fighter. If he had not threatened his friend's life and retreated to get a chance to catch his breath, he would not have been sure of winning.

When the two of them join forces, he will have no choice but to retreat, thus losing the hard-earned opportunity.

But he was too familiar with Yan Qiren's character, and he only used a half-true and half-false sword to stab He Lu, and created a good situation.

If this sword can seriously injure the opponent, then the remaining He Lu will not be a concern.

As for the rich young man who had learned some mediocre kung fu and was running around with a maid, he didn't take him seriously at all.

"Brother Yan!" He Lu turned halfway and saw a scene that made her eyes burst with anger.

She didn't understand why Gu Zian suddenly took action, she only knew that Yan Qiren saved her again, just like he had risked his life to save her before.

The sharp confrontation between them was not because she was really angry, but because she was afraid that his kind-hearted man would be deceived.

He Lu was so confused that she wanted to draw her sword to block the sword, but she found that her usually sharp sword was so slow.

Yan Qiren tried hard to turn his body to avoid the sword, but how could he do it?

In a flash, the coldness of the sword had penetrated to his neck, and he was only a step away from death.

My life is over!

At the last moment before the sword cut his throat, Yan Qiren couldn't help but cry out in his heart.

If I had known this would happen, I would have gone to Yanshan alone to find the golden-eyed leopard and fight him to the death, which would have been better than dying in obscurity.

wrong.

Why am I the one who is going to die, but Gu Zian is the one who is afraid?

What is he afraid of?

In the moments before his death, Yan Qiren's senses seemed to be magnified countless times, and he could see clearly the subtle changes in Gu Zian's expression.

It was an undisguised shock and fear, as if seeing the most incredible thing in life.

Yan Qiren widened his eyes, as if he wanted to see clearly the reflection in Gu Zian's pupils.

A drop of water fell from Jiang Ran's fingertips as he reached into the cup and took it out. He flicked his finger and it instantly crossed several feet and penetrated into Gu Zian's brow.

The sword slid past her shoulder weakly, accidentally cutting her long braid in two.

There was a bloody tear on his shoulder, but he seemed unaware of it.

There were no visible injuries on Gu Zian's body, but the light in his eyes was gradually fading.

"Why?" Yan Qiren asked this question in a daze.

"The prefect of Yanshan is my father. He has the upper volume of the Mara Sutra in his hand." Gu Zian smiled bitterly, opened his mouth and uttered a word silently, then he fell backwards, splashing dust all over the ground.

The sound of breaking wind was heard, and Yan Qiren came back to his senses as if he had suddenly realized something. He just turned around and was about to speak when He Lu rushed over like a madman and hugged him tightly, sobbing.

"I am fine."

He blinked helplessly and spoke softly to comfort her.

……

"One-armed swordsman He Lu, nice to meet you, Hero Jiang."

With red eyes, He Lu bowed respectfully to Jiang Ran, no longer having the same enthusiasm as before.

She had never heard of the fact that a drop of water could kill people from a distance of several feet.

How deep the inner strength must be to be able to do this?

I'm afraid no one can answer this for her.

Jiang Ran nodded lightly without comment, which made He Lu secretly breathe a sigh of relief. She stood up and stood aside, not daring to act rashly again.

"Brother Jiang, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness."

Yan Qiren took several gulps of water, suppressed his panic, and clasped his fists towards Jiang Ran with gratitude.

He knew that Jiang Ran didn't take it seriously, so he didn't say much to thank him. He just remembered the favor firmly.

"You just dripped water through the air, could it be that you were using your internal force to do so?"

Even though I knew it was impolite to ask this, I couldn't help it.

He Lu and Erya on the side also pricked up their ears at the same time, their curiosity bursting.

No matter how you look at it, what just happened was too fantastic.

However, Jiang Ran's answer was always disappointing. He looked at Yan Qiren inexplicably and said, "Internal force? What's the use of it?"

Yan Qiren was almost choked to death by this sentence, and He Lu opened her mouth several times, but did not dare to speak because of the power of the previous drop of water.

Jiang Ran did not discuss this issue further, but instead reminded Yan Qiren not to forget the main business.

"You might as well consider meeting Golden Eyed Biao in three days."

"Is it really just you and me?" Yan Qiren pondered the meaning of his words, and was surprised but also moved.

After seeing Jiang Ran take action, he was somewhat convinced that the other party did have the ability to deal with the Golden-Eyed Tiger.

The master of internal force has not appeared in the martial arts world for half a century since the death of Moro Jian.

"Repeat it again." Jiang Ran shook his head imperceptibly, "You are alone."

"I will teach you for three days."

"In three days, you are going to accomplish something I have heard of."

Before Yan Qiren could speak, He Lu couldn't help but speak out of curiosity.

"what's up?"

Jiang Ran raised his lips slightly, and said in a slightly cheerful tone, "Yan Qiren crossed Yanshan alone."