Martial Arts Simulator in the Immortal World

Jiang Ran looked at Hou Yuan in front of him, and some doubts appeared in his heart.

　　According to a martial artist, at the age of Hou Yuan, who is in his forties, he should not be like this.

　　It should be the most vigorous time, and it is the moment when a martial artist is at his strongest.

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

　　At this time, it was not only Jiang Ran who 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, the blood is extremely thick, if I suck his blood..."

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

　　Hou Yuan's pupils flashed with excitement.

　　His cultivation method is to rely on a large amount of qi and blood to maintain his own cultivation and break through his cultivation.

　　And the thick qi and blood in Jiang Ran's body is the strongest person he has ever seen in his life.

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

　　"Go and spread around, and don't give this kid a chance to escape. "

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

　　And the disciples who followed him around him quickly showed a trend of encirclement.

　　Vaguely, all the retreats for Jiang Ran were directly blocked.

　　"Bloody!"

　　Hou Yuan couldn't help but take the lead, and the blood-colored light in his palms kept flickering.

　　A fishy, blood-colored wind rushed towards 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 matter of moments.

　　"Huh?"

　　Jiang Ran's eyes showed a little doubt, and the wind and thunder palm swayed directly out of his palm.

　　In an instant, Jiang Ran struck out with a palm, and the whistling wind, thunder and lightning flashed wantonly in the dark night.

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

　　Wherever it was reached, the bloody wind dissipated, leaving only a burst of fishy stench wafting through the air.

　　"What!"

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

　　Jiang Ran obviously didn't have spiritual power on his body, why could he scatter his moves.

　　Could it be that Jiang Ran is the big guy who concealed his cultivation?

　　But this is also impossible, he visually measured that the bone age on Jiang Ran's body was only a teenager.

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

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

　　Hou Yuan withdrew some of the remaining blood qi and returned it to his palm, looking at Jiang Ran with a solemn expression.

　　"You're not a warrior?"

　　Jiang Ran looked at these Taoist 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.

　　"Martial artist, laughing at the old man, that kind of thing can be compared to the old man?"

　　"The old man is a monk in the foundation building period, although he is a casual cultivator, but he is not a person like you who can use a martial artist to insult like this. "

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

　　is insulting himself with the humble profession of a warrior.

　　But soon, Hou Yuan's laughter came to an abrupt halt as he thought of a possibility.

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

　　"You're 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 weird.

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

　　"Isn't it true that martial artists can only be cultivated by the miscellaneous servants of each sect and some civilians among the people?

　　"Can this kid have that much strength in the martial arts cultivation club?"

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

　　Hou Yuan felt the surging blood on Jiang Ran's body, and his brows tightened.

　　But apart from this explanation, it really can't explain the thick qi and blood on Jiang Ran's body and the body without spiritual power.

　　"I see, no wonder I think it's weird. "

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

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

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

　　It's about getting the message of the world from the other person's mouth.

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

　　Only by grasping the information can he find his place in this unknown world.

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

　　"Boom!"

　　When the qi and blood exploded, a blood-colored light on the outer layer of Jiang Ran's skin kept emerging.

　　It was as if a piece of armor was attached to the surface of Jiang Ran's body.

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

　　"Shhhh Blood like a dragon!"

　　Hou Yuan's pupils twitched slightly, although it was the first time he had seen a martial artist.

　　But as he became stronger with his qi and blood, he still knew very well how powerful his qi and blood were at a strong level.

　　Looking at Jiang Ran's eyes, he was full of a burning 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 into the air.

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

　　From the blood array, cries of pain and wailing continued to be heard.

　　The sound was like being in the underworld, surrounded by souls who could not be reincarnated because of a tragic death.

　　The few people closest to the big array were Hou Yuan's disciples.

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

　　"Truly!"

　　After a burst of ghosts crying and wolf howling, countless unjust souls seemed to turn into corpses.

　　With blood-colored light all over his body, he appeared in front of Jiang Ran one after another from mid-air.

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

　　to collect so many souls.

　　"Ahem, cough, cough..."

　　Releasing a huge amount of blood qi and spiritual power, Hou Yuan also began to cough violently.

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

　　He was 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 you won't have to suck blood every day and every night!"

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

　　It was definitely not of the people's will, but that for some reason, this Qingyun Taoist priest actually flew up by himself.