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

"Master Jiang, this..."

He Lu lightly grasped the reins, and the horse beneath her slowly stopped. She looked surprised and spoke in disbelief.

Everywhere you look, there are corpses lying all over the ground, and weapons scattered on the ground are shining coldly, still with a sense of solemnity.

Jiang Ran stood straight, with no surprise in his eyes. He only nodded slightly when he saw the firearm on the ground.

Only by breaking through the mental barriers can one understand one's own martial arts.

Yan Qiren might never be able to overcome this difficulty on his own, because firearms have an irresistible deterrent effect in his mind.

Jiang Ran used his spirit to deepen his faith, which was the greatest blessing for him to overcome his mental barriers.

"Yan Qiren, hurry up, faster!"

"Let your destined future be engraved here, make it a reality, and awaken this dormant spiritual power of heaven and earth for me."

……

"Seven people."

Yan Qiren wiped the hot blood off the Feiyan Knife, and his eyes were filled with sleepiness.

Behind him, seven corpses were sleeping peacefully on the ground, all of them had lost the chance of waking up because of a single knife cut in the throat.

"In the four waves of attacks, the number of people sent by Golden Eyed Biao is getting smaller and smaller, and they are also getting stronger and stronger."

A single blow to the throat does not mean that this group of people are weak. On the contrary, they are so strong that even with Yan Qi's ability at the moment, he must find the absolute moment under siege to kill them with one blow.

Looking at the increasingly dangerous mountain road and the vague outline of the mountain village in the distance, he took a short break to hide his tiredness, then set off again, dragging his knife.

……

"Not bad." Jiang Ran looked at the twelve corpses on the ground, feeling the sword power contained in them, and praised them without hesitation.

He sat upright on his horse and looked up at the village in the distance. An increasingly rich aura of heaven and earth condensed in the sky, foreshadowing the mystery of why everything turned upside down and all his cultivation was lost in the blink of an eye was about to be revealed.

He Lu secretly observed him with a complicated and ashamed expression.

Passing by the burial places of bandits along the way, she was able to get a glimpse of how high Yan Qiren's martial arts had reached at that time.

He felt ashamed in his heart, thinking that he had misunderstood Jiang Ran's intention of giving Yan Qi a tip.

"Once the matter is over, I'll apologize to Master Jiang."

……

In the mountain village, white jade and flowing silver were everywhere, and the lights were bright.

The drinking and the feasting were attended by beauties like clouds.

It is luxurious but not like a cottage style, and has the atmosphere of a royal court.

The tables and chairs on both sides of the hall extend to the door, and at the innermost end is the main table which you have to look up to see.

The main seat was on a high white marble platform, with tiger skin as the table mat and silk on the floor. A man was half lying in the arms of a beauty, taking a nap with his eyes closed.

The movement of toasting and clinking glasses below was very gentle, as if everyone was afraid of disturbing the person lying on the couch on the high platform, and even the necessary conversations were barely audible.

"Third Master, that man is still twenty feet away from the village gate."

The news was passed on quietly by covering one's ears, and soon reached the ears of a person whose seat was very close to the podium.

He looked pale and thin, like a sickly person. After hearing the whisper behind his ear, he frowned and thought for a while, then waved his hand and said, "Use the heavy crossbow and kill him directly."

"It doesn't matter if you can't catch him. Don't let him disturb Big Brother's sweet dreams."

The messenger nodded and was about to repeat the words exactly as they were said when he suddenly heard a gentle voice coming from the podium.

"Who's coming?"

The voice was not loud, but the movement in the field stopped abruptly, and you could hear a pin drop. Even the two women who were slowly massaging his shoulders hurriedly stopped what they were doing, lowered their heads and looked straight ahead.

The dozen or so people who were qualified to sit in the seats stared intently, and no one dared to respond.

After a few breaths, the sickly man called Third Master coughed twice, stood up and saluted, "To answer what Big Brother said, this man doesn't have a long braid, has extraordinary skills, and has killed more than 40 people in the village."

He spoke calmly, as if he didn't take the more than 40 deaths seriously at all.

"Which school or sect is he from?"

After a long pause, the leader asked slowly.

"If it's a powerful sect, you can just give him a few moves, and then let him go after he's ready to challenge you."

"These are turbulent times, so it would be better not to cause trouble for the prefect." The tone of the last sentence was a bit strange, and there was not much kindness in it.

The sickly Third Master shook his head. "This man uses a long sword, and his moves are weird. I can't tell he has any roots in a famous sect."

"He has a very strong aura and is heading straight to the village. He must be here for you, big brother."

"In my opinion, we should just set up the heavy crossbow and kill him. If we really misjudged him and he is a member of a noble family, he deserves to die if he didn't send a visiting card and provoke us."

Golden-Eyed Biao pondered for a while, then sat up from a half-lying position.

His face was dusty and his pupils were slightly red, which made others feel scared when they looked at him.

"Let him in and see him."

After Golden Eyed Biao said this, greed flashed in his eyes.

Everyone was startled when they saw this, including the sickly Third Master who had spoken earlier, who also lowered his eyes in fear.

While the people in the village were talking, Yan Qi was already standing alone outside the village gate.

He saw bandits patrolling back and forth at the gate of the village from afar, and planned to find an opportunity to break in unexpectedly when there was a change of guard, but unexpectedly the gate of the village suddenly opened and did not close for a long time.

Yan Qi's fear moved him, fearing it was a trap, and he waited for a while before suddenly realizing that the village gate was opened for him.

So many bandits had died at his hands, and the people in the village had obviously noticed it long ago. Now that the gate was open, they were luring them into a trap.

After thinking for a while, Yan Qiren took a deep breath, embraced the Feiyan Sword and walked in quickly.

The more he looked along the way, the more frightened he became. Not only were the weapons in the mountain stronghold sophisticated, they even had heavy crossbows. More importantly, they had discipline and order, and they already had the qualities of a strong army.

He has dominated Yanshan for only a few years and has consolidated his power to this extent. He must have subordinates with extraordinary strategies.

When he approached the main hall, Yan Qiren was already stunned.

He actually saw foreigners with hair of different colors in the village, who were chattering in bird language and writing and drawing on papers. Although he couldn't hear what they were saying, the attitude of the others was very respectful and they seemed to be of high status.

The door to the main hall was closed, but it opened little by little as he got closer.

Yan Qiren took a step into it.

There were tables and chairs on both sides, and each person at the table was accompanied by a beautiful woman, and everyone was staring at him with a playful look.

He looked at the gorgeous clothes worn by everyone, smelled the fragrance of the delicacies on the table, and the scent of women's makeup mixed with incense, and seemed a little dazed.

Just a door separated them, like two different worlds, and he became a peasant.

Yan Qiren hugged the Feiyan Sword tightly in his arms and looked up at the platform.

The man on top of him had a calm expression, yet seemed intimidating without even getting angry. Seeing that his once-robust momentum had gradually waned as he fought his way here, a smile appeared in his eyes.

"Who is coming?" Jinyan Biao asked in a loud voice. When he noticed Yan Qiren lowered his head, he raised his wine glass from a distance and said softly, "You are a guest from afar. If you don't mind, would you like to join us?"

Bowing his head meant retreating, so he didn't mind using the simplest method to subdue this person and make himself more powerful.

Yan Qiren was trembling all over, and the Feiyan Sword in his arms was about to fall out of his hands.

But how could the azure color be easily shaken, as it is so vast?

He raised his head suddenly and drew his sword.

"Flying Swallow Blade Swallow Strange Man!"

"Kill your man!"