Martial Arts Simulator in the Immortal World

Jiang Ran looked at Hou Yuan in front of him, and a little doubt appeared in his heart.

According to a martial artist, at an age like Hou Yuan's more than forty, he shouldn't have been like this.

It should be the most exuberant time, the strongest moment of a warrior.

But Hou Yuan gave Jiang Ran the feeling that it was like a big tree that had been corroded inside.

At this time, not only Jiang Ran was looking at Hou Yuan.

Even Hou Yuan was looking at Jiang Ran at this time.

It's just that compared to Jiang Ran's doubts, Hou Yuan was more shocked and excited.

"This son, his body is extremely thick with qi and blood, if I breathe his blood qi..."

"But this kid doesn't seem to have spiritual power in him, is he a natural person with strong blood?"

Hou Yuan's pupils flashed with excitement.

The exercises he practiced were to rely on a large amount of qi and blood to maintain his cultivation and break through cultivation.

And the thick qi and blood in Jiang Ran's body was the thickest person he had ever seen in his life.

If he took Jiang Ran's qi and blood, wouldn't his cultivation be able to add a few points.

"Go and scatter around, don't let this kid have a chance to escape."

Hou Yuan licked his lips, looking at Jiang Ran as if he had seen delicious food, his eyes full of longing.

And the disciples who followed him around him soon appeared to be surrounded.

Faintly, all the retreats given to Jiang Ran were directly blocked.

"Bloody!"

Hou Yuan couldn't help but take the lead in making a move, and the blood-colored light in his palms continued to flicker.

A bloody gust of wind rushed straight in Jiang Ran's direction.

If such a strange wind is encountered by ordinary people, the qi and blood in the body will be sucked up in a moment.

"Huh?"

Jiang Ran's eyes showed some doubts, and the wind and thunder palm directly sprang out in the palm.

In an instant, Jiang Ran struck out with a palm, and the wind and thunder that roared out flickered wantonly in the dark night.

After touching the strange fishy wind, Lei Mang instantly exploded.

Where it spread, the bloody wind dissipated, leaving only a fishy smell still floating in the air.

"What!"

Hou Yuan looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes widened, and he shouted in disbelief.

Jiang Ran obviously had no spiritual power on his body, why could he break his moves.

Could it be that Jiang Ran was hiding the big guy of cultivation?

But this is also impossible, he can only see that Jiang Ran's bone age is only a teenager.

Even if he cultivates from the mother's womb, it is impossible to cultivate higher than him.

"Who are you, and what sect and sect are you a disciple?"

Hou Yuan withdrew some of the remaining blood qi back into his palm, and looked at Jiang Ran with a solemn expression.

"You're not a warrior?"

Jiang Ran looked at these Daoist priests around him, as well as Hou Yuan in front of him, and asked the question he was most concerned about.

But the sudden question did not get Hou Yuan's answer, but received a lot of ridicule.

"Warrior? Laughing at the old man, what kind of thing can be compared with the old man? "

"The old man is a cultivator in the foundation building period, although he is a scattered cultivator, he is not a person like yours who can use a warrior to insult like this."

Hou Yuan smiled angrily, thinking that Jiang Ran was insulting himself.

He is insulting himself with the lowly and lowly profession of a warrior.

But soon, Hou Yuan's laughter stopped abruptly, because he thought of a possibility.

And Jiang Ran also thought of a possibility from Hou Yuan's move, and guessed who the other party was.

"Are you a warrior?"

"Are you an immortal cultivator?"

Jiang Ran and Hou Yuan discovered the problem at the same time.

It's just that the expressions of the two are slightly different, and each of them has become a little strange.

"It's really strange, why are there still people practicing martial arts in this world?"

"Aren't warriors cultivated only by the miscellaneous servants collected by each sect and some civilians from the people? I really haven't heard of a scattered cultivator cultivating martial arts in these years..."

"Can this kid cultivate martial arts have that much strength?"

"Could it be that the old man just showed mercy to his subordinates?"

Hou Yuan felt the surging dragon-like qi and blood on Jiang Ran's body, and his brows were locked.

But apart from this explanation, it was really impossible to explain the thick qi and blood on Jiang Ran's body and his body without spiritual power.

"So that's the case, no wonder I feel weird."

"The martial arts of this world, the status will be so low, it seems that you have to ask him well."

Jiang Ran looked at Hou Yuan, and his eyes began to sharpen.

Now that you know what the other party's identity is, the most important thing now is not to kill the other party.

It is to receive the message of this world from the mouth of the other person.

As a human being, Jiang Ran attaches great importance to the importance of information.

With the information, he can find his position in this unknown world.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ran re-mentioned his whole body qi and blood.

"Boom!"

When the qi and blood erupted, a blood-colored light on the outer layer of Jiang Ran's skin continued to emerge from it.

It was like an armor attached to the surface of Jiang Ran's body.

With a thick blood qi, like a dragon like a tiger, it constantly rushes to the person in front of him.

"Hiss... Blood is like a dragon! "

Hou Yuan's pupils trembled slightly, although it was the first time he had seen a warrior.

But relying on qi and blood to become stronger, he still knows very well the power under the thick degree of qi and blood.

Looking at Jiang Ran's eyes, he was filled with a hot sense of longing.

"Drink!"

"Bloody Array!"

Hou Yuan's body was for a while, and the red blood qi in his body continued to float out in midair.

It turned into a special blood-colored array in mid-air, which was very strange.

From the blood array, there was a continuous cry of pain and wailing.

That kind of voice is like being in hell, surrounded by unjust souls who cannot be reborn due to tragic death.

The few people closest to the Great Array were Hou Yuan's disciples.

At this moment, these people covered their ears and did not dare to listen to the cry above.

"Boom!"

With the sound of ghosts crying wolves, countless unjust souls seemed to turn into corpses.

Covered in blood-colored light, he appeared in front of Jiang Ran one after another from mid-air.

Looking at it, you don't need to count to know from this terrifying number how many people this Hou Yuan has killed in front of you.

In order to collect so many unjust souls.

"Ahem..."

A lot of blood qi and spiritual power were released, and Hou Yuan also began to cough violently.

The face that was originally like a tiger has been occupied by thin and old age.

His age was suddenly at least thirty years old, like an old man with a candle in the wind.

"When this kid is taken down, the old man will definitely be able to completely break through to the foundation building period!"

"Then there will be no need to suck blood gas every day and night!"

A black mist flashed in Hou Yuan's right hand, and the several disciples scattered around all approached him.

It was definitely not the intention of others, but for some reason, this Qingyun Daoist actually flew up on his own.