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

Yanbei District, Shengshi Huating, downstairs of a residential building.

When Jiang Ran came here, it was already [-]:[-] in the evening.

Wu Xiaotong woke up several times in the middle. Each time, his body started to twitch unconsciously, and Yan Yuqing knocked him out again.

After more than five hours' journey, Wu Xiaotong could only stay awake for more than three minutes. It was not until Acheng carried him downstairs from the parking lot that he woke up again.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he subconsciously covered the back of his neck, but the strong desire in his body soon emerged again.

The devil took root deep in his heart, constantly tempting him, and the pain of the body amplified this sense.

The withdrawal reaction in the early stages of detoxification is very strong, and in many cases medication is even needed to help patients survive the initial stage.

Wu Xiaotong was originally a high school student who did not smoke or drink alcohol and lived a regular life. His willpower was definitely not strong. When drug addiction broke out, various physical and mental abnormalities would become more obvious.

The intensity of his struggle seemed to Acheng to be as weak as that of a little chicken, without even a slight sway of his body.

Yan Yuqing subconsciously raised the umbrella handle, but saw a slender hand pressing the umbrella back.

The person who reached out to stop her was Jiang Ran.

After pressing the umbrella of love, he walked directly to Ah Cheng's side, the moonlight stone flashed, and his palm rested on Wu Xiaotong's head.

The flow of spiritual energy from heaven and earth directly dulled the young man's physical senses.

Wu Xiaotong was in a state of frantic struggle one second, and in the next moment it was as if his head and body were separated. His hands and feet were still moving wildly, but the look in his eyes returned to clarity, and then he became confused.

The numbness and itching that had been eating away at the bones in the body could not be said to have completely disappeared, but it had become neither salty nor bland, especially compared to the previous time, the current state was not much better.

Yan Yuqing's peach blossom eyes were full of smoke, and when she looked at Jiang Ran, she was inexplicably angry.

"Grandmaster Jiang still has such a method?" Her tone was a little strange, clearly asking Jiang Ran why he watched Wu Xiaotong being knocked unconscious several times.

Jiang Ran glanced at her with a penetrating expression.

"You can understand that he has been given a DEBUFF that reduces his five senses. Although his brain is still bright, his perception of the world and body has become very dull."

In fact, it is a very simple weakened version of the five senses deprivation spell. If you really want to achieve the level of deprivation of the five senses, it is the power that only foundation-building realm spells have.

Yan Yuqing knew that the five senses were shape, sound, smell, taste, and touch, but even if Huo Ying was at the peak of Anjin, he could never affect the five senses of others.

The effects of punching someone causing pain and damaging hearing are all caused by external forces, which are completely different from the hand Jiang Ran showed.

"Is this also a special function of transforming energy and energy?"

Yan Yuqing has never been so frustrated in front of a person in so many years. She achieved great success in Ming Jin at the age of 19. Huo Ying has already praised her as a genius. Not surprisingly, she can achieve An Jin before the age of 30.

Others don't know how difficult An Jin is, how can she still not know it? It has been seven years since she was 19. It was not until Jiang Ran completed the name of Qingqing Umbrella that she felt any signs of loosening in her cultivation.

Yan Yuqing even felt that she didn't need to turn 30, just giving herself two years would be enough.

But when he met Jiang Ran, no one could understand that kind of powerlessness.

In terms of calligraphy, the other party only carved five simple words on the Qingqing umbrella, and she was completely beaten.

In ancient times, I had been immersed in calligraphy for 30 years. I just came out of the mountain and met Wang Xizhi who wrote the "Preface to the Lanting Collection", and I didn't even dare to think about catching up.

In the martial arts, it is even more unmatched. The ability to suppress the five senses with true energy is incredible.

Yan Yuqing felt like she had stayed in the Shaolin Temple for many years, practiced the Yi Jin Jing, learned 72 stunts, then turned around and bumped into the old Zhang Sanfeng, and was slapped into the background.

Even a little bit of anger was powerlessly dispersed by this miraculous method.

Jiang Ran did not correct her words. Whether it was true energy or magic, as long as it could play a corresponding role, there was no need to worry too much.

Wu Xiaotong was placed on the ground, and he kicked his legs and stretched his arms for some unknown reasons.

Then I found that there were no big problems with my thinking and actions, except that my reaction time was extended by a few seconds.

Just like he was actively using his mind to issue commands to his body, there was a delay in transmission and reception.

A more accurate description is that spontaneous bioelectricity has become an actively triggered form.

But it's not appropriate to say that. After all, other than that, his body functions are completely normal, and his thinking has even gotten a lot faster accordingly.

"Which floor is your home on?" Ah Cheng didn't notice anything was wrong. After all, thinking activities were in his mind. Wu Xiaotong's movements of stretching his arms and kicking his legs were still very smooth.

It wasn't until Wu Xiaotong spoke that he noticed something strange.

The young man looked at him seriously, and it took several seconds before he said, "18th floor, room 1802."

Looking at the scene in front of her, Yan Yuqing felt that Wu Xiaotong's current dull state was better than when he was suffering from drug addiction.

"A Cheng, you continue to carry him."

Jiang Ran put one hand behind his waist again, turned around and walked towards the elevator indifferently.

Wu Xiaotong had said "No, no, no, I can go" several times in his head, but it wasn't until Ah Cheng picked him up again that his voice could be heard.

It wasn't raining in Yanbei District, so Ah Cheng had already taken off the peaked cap on his head and carried him away silently with his head held high.

Yan Yuqing stood at the entrance of the residential building for a while, looking at Jiang Ran's back with a confused look on her face, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

She held the umbrella with her left hand, and just as she was about to lift her feet, she noticed someone approaching quickly from behind.

With his fingers loosened slightly, the handle of the Qingqing Umbrella slipped into his hand. As he stepped back sideways, the umbrella head was thrown directly behind him.

"It's me! It's me!"

Hu Ximing was startled when he saw the indomitable woman in the red dress, who was so intimidating under the illumination of the landscape lights, yanking the umbrella head towards him with great force.

The left side of his face was torn out by the decoration on the shoe, and a bloody groove was ripped out. The right side of his face was swollen to the extreme height, and his thoracic spine is still aching. It was all thanks to the other party. If it happened again, he would probably have to go to the hospital on the spot.

Hu Ximing had been in hundreds of fights, big and small, but he was a bit anxious. Knowing that he had no chance to escape with his own reaction, he gave up control of his body and fell to the ground.

Yan Yuqing's umbrella head should have hit her chest, but as soon as Hu Ximing fell down, it passed directly against the opponent's scalp, making a faint sound of breaking through the air.

Hu Ximing fell and was in pain, but when he heard the exaggerated sound of breaking wind, he felt that this small injury was simply innocuous.

"Miss Yan, spare your life!"

He drove the car all the way and finally managed to catch her. When he met Yan Yuqing alone, he was really afraid that this woman who hated him so much would kill her.

If he really was the second young lady of the Yan family, beating him to death would be useless.

After Hu Ximing shouted out his begging for mercy, he looked into those cold eyes and realized that he still had a chance to say a word.

"Agou also knows that Wu Xiaotong lives in Shengshi Huating. I'm afraid that he can't find anyone and will just wait here."

"If Agou is on guard against me, he will definitely ambush the gunmen, and Mr. Jiang may be in danger."

Upon hearing this, Yan Yuqing suddenly changed her color and ran into the family building.