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

"Where is Shen Qingjun?"

The cold light in Jiang Ran's eyes was as solid as substance; it was the ultimate rage that made the mortal heart tremble with the soul.

He had calculated Shen Qingjun's whereabouts before, but the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was really weak.

Mortals have almost nothing to do with the spiritual power of heaven and earth, so how can they easily calculate a result?

The same was true for Bai Feifei's whereabouts. The reason why the calculation was successful just now was due to the burst of spiritual energy from the amulet.

By the time he arrived at the territory of Luoyin Mountain, the spiritual energy of the amulet had dissipated and it could no longer guide him.

Therefore, Jiang Ran did not insist on finding out where Bai Feifei was, but entered Luoyin Mountain first to find Shen Qingjun.

No matter what, we have to save one person first.

I didn't expect that Ma Yiluan and others were all here, but Shen Qingjun was missing.

Even if she was injured, Jiang Ran would not be so angry.

But the information revealed by Lu Xiaoyun clearly indicated one thing, that is, there is a certain possibility that Shen Qingjun was buried in Luoyin Mountain.

This was an ending he could not accept.

Jiang Ran knew that with Lu Xiaoyun's courage, there was no way he would lie, but there must be another hidden story.

Obviously, these mountain people knew exactly why Shen Qingjun went out in the rain and how she slipped and fell.

He didn't have the time to ask Lu Xiaoyun, so he chose to directly scold the culprit who planned all this.

The skinny old man smoking a pipe was obviously the mastermind behind all the things. Even if he had not participated in it personally, he must have known the whole situation well.

The village chief's legs left the ground uncontrollably, the pipe in his hand fell to the ground, and his two skinny hands kept twitching.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he could only feel the suffocation getting worse.

The village chief's old face gradually turned purple, and the strength in his hands became weaker and weaker.

It was not until he looked up and met those murderous eyes that he finally understood that the other party really didn't mind killing another person.

Despair gradually emerged in my mind, until my vision became somewhat dark.

The village chief suddenly reacted and raised his hand with his remaining strength, pointing at Gou San who was still wailing on the ground.

Jiang Ran swung his right hand downwards, knocking it to the ground.

The crisp sound of broken bones and tendons was not clear, but it made the village chief, whose eyes turned black and who was almost suffocated, feel the intense pain deep in his heart.

The lungs also feel a painful stitch in the side due to the rapid influx of a large amount of air.

So the village chief, whose calves were broken, was faced with the dilemma of not knowing whether to breathe or wail.

Gou San had no time to care about Lao Deng's life or death. When he saw the look in Jiang Ran's eyes, he was so scared that even the pain became insignificant for a moment.

He hated the old village chief so much that he had to identify himself even when he was almost crushed to death.

The coldness in Jiang Ran's eyes not only did not weaken, but became even more intense when he looked at Gou San.

I have no idea what kind of mood a lamb to be slaughtered would feel when it looks into the eyes of the butcher.

But he knew clearly that Jiang Ran's methods would be more cruel than a butcher slaughtering a lamb.

The moment their eyes met, Gou San quickly turned his eyes away, his heart pounding wildly.

However, Jiang Ran's actions would not be affected by his will. In front of his infinitely horrified gaze, a flawless hand opened its five fingers and grabbed his shoulders.

Unlike the village chief who was suffocated and unable to breathe when his throat was locked, Gou San only felt waves of pain in his left shoulder.

Compared to the intense pain of the iron sand bullets penetrating into the upper body, the sensation in the shoulders became negligible.

Before Gou San had time to think about Jiang Ran's purpose, he felt a gust of wind passing through his body, followed by raindrops pouring down on him.

When he focused his eyes again, he found that he had left the village chief's house.

Ma Yilun looked at Jiang Ran, who was holding Gou San without touching the ground, and rushed into the wind and rain, his eyes full of admiration and yearning.

As Jiang Ran left, the inexplicably depressing atmosphere in the room instantly improved.

However, led by the village chief whose calf was broken and stuck on the ground, a group of mountain villagers who had suffered an unknown amount of heavy blows still had no strength to get up.

After seeing Jiang Ran leave, Ma Yiluan was still worried that this group of people would take out their anger on him.

But after observing for a while, I confirmed that this group of bad guys had really lost the ability to move, and then I breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he walked around the main room twice with an arrogant look on his face, and when he saw the man who caught him, he kicked him twice viciously.

After receiving a real cry of pain as feedback, Ma Yiluan couldn't help but feel secretly happy.

Looking at the villagers lying on the ground, especially the angry eyes of Heipang and others, he snorted softly.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Grandpa?"

After meeting Jiang Ran, he seemed to have found a backbone and spoke with confidence.

"Looking at the murderous looks in your eyes, I just want to laugh. Why didn't you glare at Brother Ran just now if you were so brave?"

Ma Yiluan glanced at everyone with disdain, his face full of disdain and provocation.

Heipang looked at this guy who was taking advantage of his master and wanted to beat him half to death.

Perhaps it was because he was fat and strong, but he managed to endure the pain of his dislocated internal organs and tried to get up by supporting himself on the ground with his hands.

His struggling movement immediately aroused Ma Yiluan's vigilance, and he hurriedly took a few steps back.

Heipang tried to get up several times, but once he exerted force, his ribs felt like they were stitched in the side, and the pain was so unbearable.

Ma Yiluan observed carefully for a moment, and finally confirmed that this guy would not be able to move for a while, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come on, Fatty, if you have the guts, stand up and fight me. I'll see if I can't kill you."

He immediately returned to his venomous state, mocking with fangs bared.

When Heipang heard this, his eyes widened like bells. He was so angry that he couldn't vent his anger. He felt dizzy and fell to the ground with his head tilted.

"Come on! You fat bastard!"

Ma Yiluan continued to chatter provocatively, wishing to vent all the grievances and fears in his heart.

He roared a few times, and found that the fat black man didn't move, so he couldn't help but spit in the other's face.

The other people in the room were not as angry as Heipang, and they really didn't care much about the arrogant Ma Yiluan.

Most of the villagers were frightened by Jiang Ran's ruthlessness in first killing Gou Dianzi and then breaking the village chief's legs.

What made them even more desperate was that although the hunting rifle that the village chief had privately collected was old, it was actually quite powerful.

Unexpectedly, not only did he fail to hurt Jiang Ran, but he also seriously injured Gou San himself.

As for the invisible energy that repels and pushes everyone away, it is even more shocking and extremely puzzling.

Therefore, the only person who was provoked by Ma Yilun's words and actions was Heipang.

When Heipang fainted from anger, no one could restrain Ma Yiluan's arrogance for a while.

It was not until Ma Yilun paraded through the streets like a bully, kicking even a passing dog, and kicked all the people lying on the ground, that he revealed a satisfied expression.

Wenwen looked at the people lying on the ground in the room, and after a while she timidly asked, "Don't you want to go inside and take a look?"