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

Li Sutong's composure and calmness showed signs of being unable to be suppressed when Yan Yuqing arrived.

The reason why he had been standing in the pavilion and refused to turn around was because he was afraid that he would not be able to resist taking action upon seeing the girl from the Yan family for the first time.

He was not sure at whose hands Luo Hong died. He only knew that the matter was related to the Yan family and Yan Yuqing, and that was enough.

Li Sutong was certain that she would come, whether it was because of her master's character or because of the most beautiful woman in Yanshan. In short, he had expected all this from the beginning.

Yan Yuqing is indeed a talented character, but to him, she is the same as all the beauties in this world, nothing more than a piece of shit.

His heart had already died in the rain of tears that only drenched himself twenty-one years ago.

Therefore, when he noticed someone slowly approaching Biyun Pavilion, only ten feet away, Li Sutong was like an eagle catching a rabbit, and with hatred and all his strength, he slapped Yan Yuqing on the head.

"Yuqing." Yan Weiguo should have weighed the pros and cons, but when he saw this scene, he still exclaimed with bloodshot eyes.

He rushed towards Li Sutong with almost the most amazing speed since he started practicing martial arts, not to hurt the opponent, but just to deflect his attack even a little bit.

"How dare you!" Li Sutong's elegant and handsome face was flushed, his internal energy was turbulent, and the pressure swept behind him.

The scene of a violent wind sweeping up dead branches and fallen leaves fell on Yan Weiguo, causing his speed of collision to slow down. He was then blown back by the wind and thrown out of the pavilion, falling to the ground and turning into a rolling gourd.

Huo Ying, who was far away, could no longer control himself when seeing this. He jumped up and held Yan Weiguo in his arms after a few jumps.

The person in his arms had a face as pale as gold paper and blood soaked through his clothes.

"Old Huo, take Cheng'er and Chuan'er and go to Yunjing to look for..." Yan Weiguo said this, and suddenly struggled to turn his head to look behind him. Before he could finish his words, he was already in tears, "Yuqing..."

Huo Ying felt sad and looked in the direction he was looking.

Yan Yuqing suppressed her murderous intent until Jiang Ran came within ten feet of Biyun Pavilion. Only then did Li Sutong, who was full of murderous intent, become like a ship on the vast ocean, no, it should be a small boat.

A small boat went out to sea. She stood alone at the bow, watching the inky black sky sinking downward, as if to swallow up all the light within her sight.

Under such irresistible and terrifying pressure, being able to force herself not to close her eyes completely was the limit of what she could do.

Just as the endless dark clouds were sinking and were about to swallow her, a figure quietly blocked Yan Yuqing's sight.

All she could see was a figure in a green shirt. This figure blocked the dark clouds that were ready to devour people, and also blocked the invisible waves caused by the gushing out of the Grandmaster's internal energy.

Only then could Yan Yuqing open her eyes, which were stung by the wind pressure and only had a glimmer of light left, and see Li Sutong's figure clearly through the green shirt that was fluttering in the wind.

He still maintained his crazy and murderous posture of slapping down with one palm, but the target of his palm changed from her head to a yellow and green hand.

Jiang Ran put one hand behind his back, and with the other hand, his thumb was slightly raised with four fingers hanging down, in a waving gesture.

Li Sutong's palm, which had been suppressed for a long time, was suspended in the air at a close distance, as if it was supported by an invisible and tangible wall of air and could no longer fall.

A black-haired man of unknown age, after trying to suppress his inner strength several times without success, finally regained a trace of clarity from his madness.

He looked at the pair of calm eyes with a serious look that he had never shown to anyone since he came up the mountain.

young.

This was the first word that Li Sutong could think of. The young man in front of him was almost younger than he was twenty years ago.

"Grandmaster level?"

He smiled bitterly and answered his own question, "Yes, if he was not a Grandmaster, how could he dare to kill my son after he mentioned the name of the Lone Goose Blade!"

By the end, the voice was like thunder, deafening.

Jiang Ran looked at him without comment and waved his hand.

The Nine Tribulations Qi instantly penetrated his body and dissipated in the pavilion in an instant, repelling Li Sutong's external internal energy and quickly shrinking it to only a few feet around him.

This was not over yet. When he waved his hand, there was a terrifying sound of breaking through the air. As soon as Li Sutong heard it, his face changed drastically. He urged his internal energy to flow into his arms, and with one move, he took a step forward with a force of a thousand pounds.

Others couldn't see the depth, but in his eyes, from the moment Jiang Ran waved his sleeves, his perception had been giving him a vague warning, and then a deep and sea-like oppressive force came towards him.

The reason he was able to mobilize his internal energy in time was, firstly, that he did not underestimate it, and secondly, it was because of his perception and foreknowledge that the cicada can sense autumn before it blows.

Even so, when he just took a defensive posture, a palm wind had already blew in front of him.

The first time the wind touched his body, Li Sutong couldn't help but feel confused, because it was like a breeze passing by, without any sharpness.

The next second, all the doubts in his eyes disappeared, and he only felt that an invisible heavy truck hit him at a speed of nearly 100 yards per hour.

Even though he didn't hear the sound of broken bones and tendons, he could still feel the impact that was beyond human power's ability to resist. He retreated again and again, and he didn't know how many steps he took before he was able to get rid of this huge force.

Li Sutong used his internal energy to circulate through his legs without leaving a trace, relieving the numbness and pain. At the same time, he raised his eyes to look at the young man, and his eyes became more solemn.

Jiang Ran and Li Sutong only fought for a moment, but in the eyes of others, it was undoubtedly a jaw-dropping scene.

In the eyes of others, it was Yan Yuqing entering the pavilion, and Li Sutong suddenly stood up and wanted to kill someone, but then Jiang Ran waved his hand in the air, causing him to stagger backwards and finally stop.

High judgment.

Huo Ying and Yan Weiguo, who looked like he was about to die, looked at each other, both looking confused.

This world is becoming more and more incomprehensible. It was already outrageous enough that Li Sutong achieved the Grandmaster level twenty years ago, but why does it seem that Jiang Ran still has the upper hand now?

The two people who were being watched at the same time didn't care about anyone else's gaze at all, and focused all their attention on their opponent.

The same is true for Jiang Ran.

He couldn't help but feel surprised at how Li Sutong could take his palm strike so easily. Logically speaking, he was only one step away from entering the Nine Tribulations Power of the Qinggang Body, which was beyond the scope of what the internal strength could contend with.

All I can say is that he is worthy of being the genius who suddenly realized and entered the grandmaster realm twenty years ago. He cannot be viewed with common sense.

"The internal energy leaves the body and can be released and retracted at will."

Li Sutong stood up straight, his face solemn yet cheerful.

"Even though we are both at the Grandmaster level, I was not as good as you twenty years ago."

"If the situation changes, and I meet a genius like me, I should be happy to drink and chat with you."

"I have countless disciples under my name. Even if you kill ten or a hundred of them, it is still possible for us to make peace."

When he said this, he looked at the young man who had retreated outside the pavilion with a light palm, and his voice gradually became colder, like frost hanging in the night.

"But you shouldn't have done that."

"Killing Yanjun's only flesh and blood!"

Li Sutong's eyes were about to burst into tears. He let out an angry roar accompanied by a loud bang. His internal energy ripped his clothes apart, revealing a short knife only one foot and three inches long that was pressed against his back.