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

Deceiving too much!Deceiving too much!

Liu Jun clenched his teeth, wishing he could throw a teacup directly at the little yellow-faced man, roaring and yelling, "Who do you think you are?"

He finally reacted after hearing Jiang Ran's words that had no killing intention but actually announced his death.

The heavy teacup in his hand fell directly to the ground. It didn't make the dull and huge sound as expected. Instead, it shattered into pieces with a loud bang, and the white water in the cup dripped all over the floor.

Then he quickly reached into his arms and tried to take out the only weapon he could use to resist.

The usefulness of firearms on a young man who drips water and kills people must be minimal, but Li Jun still holds on to a glimmer of hope. After all, he is actually very close to Jiang Ran.

What's more, there is one sentence lingering in his heart, that is, villains die from talking too much.

When Liu Jun held the pistol in his arms, he suddenly changed his mind, and the gun was pointed directly at Yan Yuqing's heart.

Under the influence of the psychological influence of having a backstop even if he had to fight to the death, Liu Jun went from drawing his gun to shooting in just a split second.

The bullet came out so fast that almost the moment Jiang Ran finished speaking, Ah Cheng heard the "pop" sound coming from the silencer.

If this shot was aimed at Jiang Ran, Ah Cheng would never worry about the safety of a martial arts master.

But when he saw the direction the gun was pointed at, the panic in his eyes completely overflowed.

"Second miss!!"

The prerequisite for blocking a gun is to be prepared or have sufficient reaction distance.

Ah Cheng's position meant that he could only watch the smoke from the gun and scream out in pain.

The means and power Master Hua Jin mastered were unbelievable. After seeing it several times, he and Jiang Ran actually lost their vigilance in times of danger when they were together.

The indignation in Yan Yuqing's eyes had not dissipated yet. Ming Jin warrior's quick reaction made her aware of Liu Jun's plan to fight to the death.

Without any prior preparation, at such a close distance, Ming Jin Dacheng had no time to react.

Her peach blossom eyes flashed, but she had no fear at all. Instead, she subconsciously looked in the direction of Jiang Ran.

Before she could turn her eyes, she noticed a crystal-clear jade palm appeared in her sight.

To be precise, it was a hand with the index and middle fingers pointing straight up. Between these two fingers, a bullet that had lost all its kinetic energy was firmly held.

"UI?"

Yan Yuqing's little mouth opened slightly under the veil, and somehow she thought of the lines from the movie she watched when she was a child, and blurted out subconsciously.

Jiang Ran's eyes were as quiet as the moonlight shining on the water, and they just fell on Liu Jun.

Liu Jun, who had been living in Yanshan for so many years, couldn't help but feel a throbbing in his throat. Although there were still bullets in the gun, he no longer had the strength to shoot.

His body and his penis finally resonated at this moment, both of them were limp and unresponsive.

It's hard to tell who is more powerful: killing someone with dripping water or catching an escaped bullet with two fingers.

The problem was that the scene where Jiang Ran stood at the door as if teleporting just now made him feel as if he had seen a ghost.

When I fired the gun, I thought that the girl in the red dress would be seriously injured even if she didn't die. In this case, I didn't die silently.

The Yan family's daughter died in this box, and no one present could escape her involvement, including this yellow-faced young man.

I never expected that the other party was the Fire Cloud Evil God, but he didn't know the Tathagata Divine Palm.

Liu Jun closed his eyes in vain.

"I originally planned to keep one."

Jiang Ran looked at him for a while, shook his head sympathetically and sighed, "After all, there is still a use in keeping you."

Liu Jun, who had just closed his eyes, suddenly saw the light again. He looked at the young man shaking his head with sympathy and sighing. His lips were dry and he couldn't utter a single word.

Regret, I really regret it.

You endured it until the other person went out, why did you suddenly get carried away?

Liu Jun wished he could call himself a big dick.

"If you don't want to drink a glass of plain water, don't stop on the road to hell." Yan Yuqing glanced at him with a sideways eye, as if she would stain her eyes if she paused for a moment longer.

She opened and closed her mouth and said something sarcastic.

Jiang Ran's eyes turned to the faces of everyone in the room with different expressions. Except for the arrogant man with a beard, they all felt like they wanted to fight but were holding back.

He suddenly felt uninterested, waved his sleeves, and the fingertip bullet came out of his hand, shooting directly towards Liu Jun, who had complicated eyes and seemed to still want to form words.

The bullet, whose traces could not be seen at all, pierced through the back of his head in the blink of an eye, but did not lose its momentum and flew farther away with the blood stains on the bullet.

"Wang Shengyuan, take that stubble man with you."

When the bullet left his hand, Jiang Ran turned around and crossed the door, leaving a word that was neither salty nor cold.

Wang Shengyuan came back to his senses and couldn't help but tremble when he saw Liu Jun, who was kneeling on the ground motionless like a clay sculpture with light shining through the small hole between his eyebrows, but no blood was spattered like a clay sculpture.

"Hurry up and go."

Turning around, he saw that the girl in the red dress and the guy with the short hair had left one after another. He hurriedly pulled his face and urged in a low voice.

Although Liu Jun and Biaozi were dead at this moment, there were still several of each other's younger brothers in the room.

Despite the fact that these people didn't dare to make a sound just now, it was entirely because the intimidation force brought by Jiang Ran was too terrifying.

Once Jiang Ran leaves, the people in the house will turn into vicious dealers again, and they may vent their anger on themselves.

He stretched out his hand and pulled his face twice, but there was no movement. Wang Shengyuan became more and more anxious and couldn't help but said: "If you think Mr. Jiang will not settle the scores, then I will leave first..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Shengyuan and Yian Lian Hu became a pair of dumbfounded brothers.

The reasons for the two people's sluggishness were different. Wang Shengyuan saw that except for himself, the others had the same holes as Liu Jun's on their foreheads, and they all stood exactly like Biaozi, as if they had become human figurines. Lifeless.

After Yan Mian Hu was pulled on his arm a few times, he raised his right hand and stretched out his fingers. Starting from Liu Jun, he moved towards the others, and his fingertips drew an irregular mark in the air.

"Son... bullet..."

"Bullets or whatever, hurry up and leave. If you offend that killer star, do you want to go down and accompany Liu Jun?"

A look of helplessness appeared in Wang Shengyuan's eyes. He could kill people with drops of water, but wouldn't it be easier to kill people with bullets? There was nothing worth making a fuss about.

When Fang thought about this, he was suddenly startled. If there were no confusion and errors in his memory, from the time Jiang Ran entered the house to when Liu Jun finally couldn't resist resisting, he only heard a silenced gunshot.

When Jiang Ran turned around and left, he had already seen the bullet that penetrated Liu Jun's head flying towards the door on the side of the stand. How did the other people in the room get shot?

"Bullets can turn." He stood up and stammered for a long time before finally uttering a complete sentence, vividly describing the scene just now to Wang Shengyuan.

Wang Shengyuan listened to what he said with his hands and mouth, and then he realized that one bullet could not only kill one person.

The bullet cannot turn when it leaves the muzzle of the gun, but the bullet fired from Mr. Jiang's fingertips can perform nine twists and turns.

What should this count as?Gunfighting?