Everyone in the world of cultivators knows that my cultivation level is low but I can fight

Master An laughed and explained: "No matter how weird and unpredictable the monk's methods are, this Sanye City is Huafan Street.

The great formation in Sanye City can make monks unable to use the methods of monks, just like mortals. The trialists who come to Huamort Street are the weakest group among the monks, even worse than ordinary people. Why are we afraid?

Furthermore, the Qiye Sect has regulations that all forces in Huafan Street must create difficulties for the testers, so how we treat the testers is reasonable.

The most important thing is that if the trialist breaks the rules of Huafan Street or kills someone, the government has the right to borrow the power of the Sanye City Formation to break the trialist's jade pendant. "

After hearing this, Ran Changle finally understood why the mortals in Huafan Street had no respect for the monks, but rather despised them.

It can also be judged from this that the cultivation level of these trialists should not exceed foundation building.

When the cultivation reaches the foundation level, the monk's life essence changes. Even if he cannot use spiritual power, he is still much stronger than ordinary mortals.

"I have one more question..."

Before Ran Changle could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Mr. Zhou.

"Why do you have so many questions? Hurry up and explain the problem, how did you kill Bai Wangwang, and what method did you use to frame the blame on my guards."

Ran Changle took a few steps forward and came to Mr. Zhou. He smiled playfully and said, "I want to ask you, why did the pill I gave Bai Wangwang end up on you?"

A trace of panic flashed in Mr. Zhou's eyes, and he hurriedly said: "I don't know what you are talking about?"

Then, he turned to look at Mr. An: "Mr. An, I think this woman is the murderer. Let's finalize the case quickly."

"My elixirs are refined using special methods. Different from other elixirs, each one has a unique aura. Although my spiritual power is sealed, my five senses are not sealed."

Ran Changle looked directly at Mr. Zhou and pointed at his nose.

Mr. Zhou was so frightened by Ran Changle's gaze that he pretended to be calm and threatened: "Not only did you slander my guards for killing people, but you also slandered me for stealing your elixir. You are so audacious. I must tell my father, forget it." Let me tell you, my father is the top administrator of Huafan Street and has the right to break your trial jade pendant."

"Oh..." Ran Changle stretched out his voice and said with a smile, "No wonder Mr. An prefers you, no wonder you have no respect for the monks."

Ran Changle suddenly stopped smiling, his eyes were sharp, and his tone was cold: "However, no one can stop me from killing you."

As she spoke, she controlled her fear and spread towards Mr. Zhou.

Mr. Zhou heard murderous intent in Ran Changle's words. He felt that her words were not just words, but that she really wanted to kill him.

At the same time, he felt a deep fear, as if he was in the deep sea, surrounded by boundless darkness, and the heavy pressure made him breathless. He could only take big breaths to relieve the frightening feeling of suffocation.

Mr. An was the closest to Mr. Zhou and was the first to notice his abnormality. He watched Mr. Zhou keep breathing with his mouth wide open like a fish out of water.

He didn't know what the situation was. Thinking of what Ran Changle said just now, he guessed it was her method.

He quickly took a few steps back and stayed away from Ran Changle and Mr. Zhou, feeling fearful of the monks for the first time.

Ran Changle suddenly put aside his fear.

Mr. Zhou seemed to be a fish returning to the water again, breathing heavily, sweating all over his body, and looking at Ran Changle with fear in his eyes.

Ran Changle took another step forward, "You just met some practitioners in the Qi refining period and thought that all monks are so weak. Do you still think so now?"

Mr. Zhou was so frightened that he fell off his stool and trembled: "No, don't come here."

He had truly experienced the fear of death just now, and he no longer dared to look down on Ran Changle.

It turns out that the monk's methods are really weird and unpredictable.

It turned out that they were really short-sighted. The testers they saw in Huafan Street were very weak, so they thought that monks were just like ordinary people without using spiritual power.

It turns out they were wrong, really wrong.

"Now tell me, who killed Bai Wangwang?"

Ran Changle bent down and looked at Mr. Zhou and asked.

Mr. Zhou was almost crying and said hurriedly: "It was me. I asked my guards to kill him."

"Why kill him?"

"For the elixir, I heard that taking the elixir given by the monk can extend your life."

As he spoke, he tremblingly took out a small bottle from his body, handed it to Ran Changle, and begged for mercy: "Fairy, this is your elixir, please let me go."

Ran Changle took the elixir and sighed in his heart. He didn't expect that just a healing elixir with the worst effect could actually harm Bai Wangwang.

If a person cannot be resurrected after death, then he can only avenge him.

Ran Changle turned to look at Mr. An, who had already sat on the high seat, and said, "Mr. An, now that the murderer has confessed, the case can be closed."

"Knot……"

Before Mr. An could finish speaking, a strong gust of wind hit him from behind.

Ran Changle knew that it was Mr. Zhou's guard who had attacked her. She smiled contemptuously and remained motionless, letting his fist hit her.

"what!"

A scream came.

Ran Changle was motionless, but the guard's hand was broken.

Her body is invulnerable, let alone human fists.

Ran Changle turned around, glanced at the guard's unnaturally twisted arms, and said, "How about you try the same move you used to break the white hair on me to see if it can break my heart."

The guard realized how powerful Ran Changle was. How dare he attack her again? He hurriedly retreated.

How could his speed be compared with Ran Changle? She caught up with the guard in one step, reached out and strangled his neck, and slowly tightened her grip.

The guard stretched out his hand and tried to pry her hand away, but his strength was not even one ten thousandth of hers, so how could he pry it off.

The guard's suffocation feeling became more and more intense, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his face turned red.

Just when he thought he was going to die, Ran Changle suddenly let go, clapped his hands and said, "I forgot, you can't kill people casually in Sanye City. Killing people will go to jail."

The guard breathed a sigh of relief, but Ran Changle's next words made him feel like he had fallen into an ice cave.

"You can't blame me if you commit suicide."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ran Changle controlled his sadness and wrapped up the guard.

Two lines of tears fell from the guard's eyes.

"I have never married in my twenties. My parents are worried about my marriage. It's so sad."

"I have suffered so much, endured so many crimes, and developed peerless martial arts, but I can only serve as a guard for noble people and cannot be free. It's so sad."

"If it's so sad, what's the point of living? It's better to die, and you won't be sad anymore."

Thinking of this, the guard slapped himself on the head.

He used all his strength with this palm and smashed his head into pieces. Red and white things flew out, and his body fell to the ground.

Mr. Zhou and Mr. An screamed in fright.

On the contrary, Jiang Qing, who was closest to the guard, only looked ugly and had no other reaction.

Ran Changle turned to look at Mr. Zhou with cold eyes.

Seeing how powerful Ran Changle was, Mr. Zhou felt that even his father might not be able to protect him.

No longer caring about his image, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed vigorously to beg for mercy: "Fairy, have mercy on me, I don't dare to do it anymore."

Ran Changle's eyes glanced at Mr. An again.

Mr. An turned pale and hurriedly stood up from his seat, kneeling on the ground to defend himself: "Fairy, I sent someone to arrest you yesterday. It was Master Zhou who asked me to do it. It was not my intention. Please spare me. "

Ran Changle is not a cruel person, nor does he want to use his status as a monk to bully ordinary people to show how powerful and great he is.

Killing the guard was to avenge Bai Wangwang, to test the power of emotions, and to scare other people, otherwise they would think she was easy to bully.

Judging from the attitudes of Mr. Zhou and Mr. An, the goal has been achieved, and the remaining matters will be left to them to handle.

She looked down at Mr. An and said: "I don't care about you imprisoning me for no reason, and I don't want to interfere with mortal affairs. However, Bai Wangwang died because of my elixir. I hope Mr. An will handle it fairly and don't Shield the sinner.”

Mr. An nodded quickly and said: "I will handle this matter impartially and bring the criminals to justice."

Ran Changle sneered. Mr. An looked like a loser at first sight. Now that she was intimidating him, he might deal with it impartially. After she left, he would still rely on the powerful, but this was not something she should worry about.

"As for you." Ran Changle turned his eyes to Mr. Zhou again, leaned over and looked into his eyes, "I'll leave you a small gift."

Staring into her dark eyes, Mr. Zhou felt that his eyes were dark for a while, all the light disappeared, and then he felt deep fear.

He screamed and passed out. Even in his coma, he seemed to be dominated by some fearful thing. He curled up tightly and trembled non-stop.

"Girl, Mr. Zhou is the son of Mr. Zhou. Mr. Zhou is the cousin of the city lord of Sanye City, and the city lord is the grandson of the elder of Qiye Sect. Mr. Zhou usually cherishes his son very much. If you do anything to him, , there may be trouble even if you leave Sanye City.”

Jiang Qing revealed Mr. Zhou's identity not because he wanted Ran Changle to let him go, but to remind her that she might suffer revenge from the Seven Leaf Sect in the future.

"Oh." Ran Changle straightened up and said calmly: "I didn't do anything to him, he was too timid and fainted."

Of course, he will only become less and less courageous in the future, because she planted a seed of fear in his heart.

But she would not tell Jiang Qing this.

She looked back at Jiang Qing and asked, "Can you tell the scents of different people?"

Jiang Qing bowed and responded: "Yes."

Ran Changle asked again: "How to tell?"

Jiang Qing bowed again and said: "Feeling."

"Feel?"

Ran Changle lowered his head and thought.

Feeling is actually the spiritual sense of a monk. People with sensitive spiritual sense can avoid dangers in advance and find treasures. For monks, spiritual sense is very important and is also a part of cultivation.

Jiang Qing's sense is not only sensitive, but also very special. If he can practice it, will there be unexpected results in the future?

Moreover, she has been practicing the power of emotions recently, which has opened up new ideas for her to practice.

Can the ability to sense the breath of different people be cultivated? What kind of surprise will it give people after practicing it?

Thinking of this, she asked Jiang Qing: "Your ability is very special. Do you want to come with me? I will find a way to help you practice and make your ability stronger."

Jiang Qing bowed again, with a good attitude, but refused simply: "Thank you, girl, but I am just an ordinary mortal. I just want to live a mortal life and do not want to become a monk."

Everyone has their own ambitions. Since he didn't want to, Ran Changle didn't force it, but he just felt it was a pity.

Her emotional cultivation was on the right track, and she had seen the mortal city before, so there was no need to stay any longer.

She walked outside, took two steps, stopped, turned around and asked, "I'm getting ready to leave, can you please see me off?"

This place is still far from the city gate. She is now wearing a trial jade pendant. She doesn't know who will stop her along the way.

Jiang Qing's status seems to be not low in Sanye City. Going with her will reduce unnecessary troubles.

Jiang Qing said respectfully: "I am extremely honored."

Then, follow in Ran Changle's footsteps.

On the way, Ran Changle once again encountered the situation of mortals blocking the trial monks. Before, Bai Wangwang only said that it was the regulations of the Seven-leaf Sect and did not know the reason. Seeing Jiang Qing's special status, he might know something about the situation.

She turned around and asked, "Do you know why Huafan Street creates suffering for the trial disciples?"

Jiang Qing replied respectfully: "It's because of the Transformation of Mortal Sutra."

"Tell me more about it."

Jiang Qing began to talk: "Many years ago, when Sanye City did not exist, this was just a small town.

There was a boy who lost his father and mother when he was young. He worked as a beggar in order to make a living, went to jail, and was often beaten. After a lot of hard work, he finally got married and had children. Unexpectedly, his wife and children separated again in middle age. Suffering from illness in his later years, he experienced all the hardships in life, and finally had an epiphany at the age of seventy and ascended directly.

When he ascended, he wrote his life's insights into the "Transformation of Mortal Sutra".

Later, more and more people came here, and this was the place of Qiye Sect. Qiye Sect established Sanye City, and Huafan Street was the original town. "

Considering the situation in Huafan Street, Ran Changle asked with some uncertainty: "Isn't it that the "Huafan Sutra" will let all cultivators go through the suffering that that person has experienced?"

Jiang Qing nodded and said: "Indeed."

After hearing this, Ran Changle twitched his lips slightly and said, "Isn't this the person who deliberately misled everyone because of his own miserable experience?"

Jiang Qing said seriously: "No, there are really successful people. Many records from thousands of years ago have been lost. I don't know how many people were successful. But eight hundred years ago, there was a person who practiced the "Transformation of Mortal Sutra" and became a god in one step. caused a huge sensation, and is now the elder of the Seven Leaves Sect."

Isn't it necessary to make a sensation? There is no need to practice hard for hundreds of years, no need to fight, no need to accumulate the original power, and how to become a god in one step is such a great temptation for the monks.

Ran Changle thought for a while and asked: "Since the "Transformation of Mortal Sutra" is so powerful, why haven't I heard it in other cities?"

"Because practicing the "Mortal Transformation Sutra" can only be effective in Transformation Street. I heard from the monks that there may be something left by the ascended immortal here. I don't know the details."