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

Li Sutong died and Jiang Ran was seriously injured.

The fight, which seemed to have plowed the ground around them, only took three to five minutes.

Lin Siting called for a long time, but in the end there was no response, just like Li Sutong had never responded to her feelings.

She was also surprised by the noise behind her, but she had no intention of looking back. She just quietly tidied up her lover's appearance.

It was not until her clenched left hand was pried open that her deathly pale face began to show some life.

She reached out and took out the magnolia bud that was about to bloom in her palm. The sunlight shone through and the unique veins of the plant could be seen, as if it was saying "I love you."

But the object of this love is someone else.

Lin Siting was stunned for a moment, then she placed the flower bud on Li Sutong's chest and murmured, "Luo Yanjun, I am so jealous of you."

……

"lay down."

Lin Siting called the bodyguard to pick up Li Sutong's body and was about to leave with his belongings, but she heard two weak words, which made her stop involuntarily.

Yan Yuqing held Jiang Ran's arm with a worried look on her face, feeling that he would collapse to the ground in the next moment.

Lin Siting took a long breath, tried to control her emotions and looked up at the young man in the blood-stained green shirt. She looked at him without giving in. "If you want to kill me too, just do it."

"Leave me the Lone Goose Knife." Jiang Ran ignored the childish words and stared at Li Sutong's talent, which he refused to let go until his death.

Lin Siting followed his gaze and saw the Lone Goose Sword that she had tried her best to take down. She hesitated for a moment before speaking, seeming a little lacking in confidence.

"This is Mr. Su Tong's relic. As a martial arts master, you wouldn't steal other people's relics, right?"

Yan Yuqing felt that the breath of the people around her was becoming more and more impatient, so she slapped Lin Siting in the face.

After a crisp sound, Lin Siting covered her swollen face and looked in disbelief at the arrogant girl from the Yan family who was wearing a red skirt and swaying her skirt.

"How dare you." Yan Yuqing frowned slightly and said coquettishly, "Master Jiang, how can you have any say in that?"

Zhu Shaowei stood in the distance with his eyes narrowed and watched for a long time before he quietly waved behind him. Unexpectedly, Huo Ying, holding Yan Weiguo, stood quietly behind him.

"Secretary Zhu, the feng shui of Yanshan is pretty good, right?"

Regardless of the severity of Yan Weiguo's injuries, after Li Sutong's death, the brilliance in his eyes clearly became much more intense.

Zhu Shao's face showed embarrassment for only a moment. After realizing something was wrong, he shook his head slightly and imperceptibly.

"Yanshan City has such a great man as Mr. Yan, so it is naturally blessed by the land and is extremely beautiful."

Yan Weiguo stared at him for a long while, then laughed, "Grandmaster Li unfortunately lost the duel today. I have to choose another day to inform the Grandmaster, so I won't let Secretary Zhu stay as a guest."

Zhu Shao also smiled and said, "I will come to visit Master Yan another day after I have settled Su Tong's affairs."

He didn't even wait for a reply. The smile on his face disappeared instantly as he turned around, turning into a majestic attitude that kept strangers away.

Zhu Shaogang took a few steps towards Lin Siting when a skinny young man trotted up to him and said, "Secretary Zhu."

The skinny young man had sweat on his forehead, "It's too dangerous."

"It's okay." Zhu Shao did not stop, and spoke with confidence, "If he kills me, he will be buried with Su Tong."

The skinny young man opened his mouth, but knowing that he was a man of his word, he stopped trying to persuade him. He just put his right hand on his waist, his whole body tense.

Guns could not give him much confidence. Even though the man in green was covered in blood, he still had an oppressive force like a mountain and an ocean.

Lin Siting was slapped hard in the face. She was stunned for a long time before she reacted. She immediately raised her right arm and intended to slap Yan Yuqing back.

When his arm was raised mid-air, it was firmly grasped by someone and could no longer be lowered.

"Uncle Zhu." Lin Siting turned her head in anger, and when she met Zhu Shao's calm eyebrows, she was instantly deflated.

Seeing that she had suppressed her anger, Zhu Shao loosened his hand. He seemed not to notice the pleading and hope in Lin Siting's eyes, and nodded politely towards Jiang Ran.

"Master Jiang, Su Tong was defeated by you. It was a fight between warriors. Zhu will not interfere. I just want to take his body away and bury him with Yanjun. I hope you can do that."

A faint smile appeared on Jiang Ran's pale face, which could not be covered by his red gold body. "Are you warning me in disguise?"

He didn't care about Zhu Shao's expression and casually snatched the umbrella from Yan Yuqing.

The tip of the umbrella was gently raised and pointed in the direction of Zhu Shao, and the situation became tense in an instant.

"The body can be taken away,"

Just as the skinny young man was about to draw his gun, he saw a flash of afterimage in front of his eyes, followed by a slight sound of falling to the ground, and then Lin Siting's hysterical scream.

She looked like a madman as she looked at the body of Li Sutong whose right arm had been chopped off in the bodyguard's arms. Even the blood from the broken arm had lost its impact and was just dripping out.

The hand holding the Lone Goose Knife was cut off along with the forearm by the Questioning Love Umbrella and fell into a pool of blood, which was heartbreaking.

Zhu Shao winked at the skinny young man who looked relieved, signaling him to take Lin Siting away.

The beautiful woman, whose cheongsam was stained with Li Sutong's blood and whose hair was disheveled, was forcibly grabbed by the shoulders and dragged back by the skinny young man. She struggled desperately, punching and kicking, trying to break free from the restraints.

"Uncle Zhu, you can't let him die without a complete body!" She cried helplessly in a hoarse voice.

Zhu Shao turned a deaf ear to his shrill and hoarse shouts. After exchanging a glance with Jiang Ran, he quietly retreated a few feet away and turned away with an expressionless look.

"let's go."

He took the knocked-out Lin Siting into the car, and asked the driver to start the engine as if avoiding a snake or scorpion. The car sped away and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

There were about three or four people who left with him. The remaining ten or so people looked at each other and then turned their eyes to Yan Weiguo. In the end, they did not dare to just leave.

Jiang Ran ignored the others and only stared at the broken arm in the pool of blood, or to be more precise, the Gengjin Tiancai that had been restored to the shape of a one-foot-three-inch short sword.

He suppressed the discomfort after performing the split-light technique and leaned forward to extend his hand under Yan Yuqing's concerned gaze.

The Lone Goose Knife seemed to have its own spirit. When he was about to touch it, it suddenly shone brightly. The unstoppable sharp aura was like cold snow in three winter months, chilling to the bone.

An invisible sharp edge broke through the air from bottom to top, and Jiang Ran only had time to turn his body due to inertia.

The sword energy continued to pass through the body from the heart to the left, and after crossing a distance of more than ten feet, it cut off the branches of countless trees in the mountains before dissipating.

Blood oozed from the corners of Jiang Ran's lips, and he spoke to himself with a slightly surprised look in his eyes.

"A natural talent recognizes his master."

"If Li Sutong is given another thirty years, I'm afraid he will really be able to use the blood refining method to refine you into a weapon."

"It's a pity that treasures belong to those who are capable. You should see a wider world."

Jiang Ran reached out again, but the Lone Goose Sword seemed to have used up all its sharpness with the final burst of sword energy and was unable to struggle any further.

With the natural talent of Gengjin in hand, a hint of a smile appeared on his usually calm face.