In the ancient Cangwu country, on a street in Zidu, Lengran was carrying a small cloth bag and was walking slowly.

"I don't know how far this place is from Dingyuan City. Perhaps it will be much safer to follow a caravan." Lengran looked at the bustling street scene in front of him and gradually came up with some ideas.

This is the capital of the ancient Cangwu Kingdom. It is very prosperous, with prosperous trade and endless crowds of people. There are many caravans mixed in. Merchants from all directions come to trade. If he can walk with the caravan, he can avoid many troubles, at least he doesn’t have to worry too much about the mysterious beast planting along the way and can sleep peacefully.

"No further ado, I should have found a caravan as soon as possible and leave this Zidu Giant City with them."

As he murmured, cold Ran suddenly frowned, as if a sensation of invisible cold wind blew through his clothes, and he had goose bumps all over his body, and he felt something was wrong.

He concentrated on his mind and opened his eyes wide. The world in front of him suddenly turned into a pale and white look. There were wisps of red and black mist wandering in the air, or attached to various lifeless objects. The fortune of those pedestrians was subconsciously ignored by him.

He looked around and soon found the source of his heart palpitations. It turned out to be a thick black mist appeared from behind him, like a deep cloud, without any support, suddenly surged out of the void, wrapped around his palm, and finally disappeared.

"It's like this again. A breath of disaster penetrated into my palm and disappeared..." Leng Ran frowned and felt his body gradually getting cold.

Before, when he rescued Ge Jiaojiao's siblings in the nameless town, a sudden aura of disaster surged into his palm and disappeared. Then he was almost hit twice in a row, as if his fortune had declined to a certain extent.

"If I was punished by the existence of the existence of the darkness at that time because I changed the trajectory of others and was punished by the disaster breath, what's going on now? I haven't done anything... Is it easy for me to bully? People who have not practiced have tempers!"

Leng Ran randomly guessed the reason for the appearance of the disaster aura and was not ready to give up resistance. Even if these disaster auras themselves represent unknown and strangeness, he was unwilling to bow his head and stop.

"It would be great if you could use something to cover these breaths. It would be a kind of surprise weapon to attack the enemy without any preparation."

Leng Ran looked at the aura of disasters, his eyes gradually shining, and his anger and heat rose together. Suddenly, he saw his hands suddenly heat up, and a layer of rich red light was spread on it, which was a red light representing vitality and luck. At this moment, it seemed to appear with the changes in his emotions.

"I think it's because of the lucky breath I've eaten before. No wonder I was attacked by so many disasters and did not encounter major disasters... But now it's time to pull you away! The only thing that can resist disasters is luck!"

Leng Ran put his fingers together, and the vitality in his palm suddenly became stronger and he took the initiative to grab the black mist-like breath. His speed was not fast, and he actually pulled off a strand from the breath and held it in the palm of his hand.

This breath kept swollen in his palms, trying to fly out, as if he really had consciousness, and was held tightly by his hands. At this moment, he felt his energy and spirit passing by rapidly passing away, and even his spirit gradually became depressed, as if he had not been asleep for a long time. His body felt tired from the inside out and could not open his eyes.

"I can see and catch it. I'm afraid that you will do what you do. The worst thing is that you successfully drilled into my palm."

Leng Ran gritted his teeth and fought against his own will. He kept grabbing the aura of disaster with one hand, and then stuffed it into the palm of his other hand, holding it tightly. These aura of disaster seemed to have elasticity, and the pressure from his palm became increasingly greater and greater, and gradually his body was trembling, as if he was electrocuted.

While repeating this action, Leng Ran still walked on the street, looking for traces of the caravans preparing to leave the city. Leng Ran's appearance seemed quite strange at this moment.

He seemed to have forgotten that only he could see the aura of disasters, and others could not see them at all, so that the pedestrians on the street looked at him.

"What is this guy... doing? He is pulling the hair on his arms?" An uncle who was walking was dumbfounded, feeling his eyes began to dry, and he rubbed his eyes hard, wanting to see more realistically.

"Ah, the sky has only been a few days, and such a prosperous era is actually... Alas, this young man has no blessing."

“…”

All kinds of discussions sounded, and passers-by felt sorry for Leng Ran, while others pretended to shake their heads and stuttered, watching the fun. A strong man holding a wine jar and dressed as a guard came to Leng Ran, stretched out his hand and carried him on his shoulders.

"My lord is the most kind-hearted and cannot see such a foolish person suffering from ridicule." The strong man looked around and saw crystal light appearing around him, warning the onlookers. Then, he looked at Leng Ran and said, "Don't worry, little brother, no one dares to bully you in the future. Well, you can still have enough food and look as strong as me!"

As he spoke, the strong man frowned slightly, his eyes full of solemnity and seriousness. He approached Lengran with a thick arm holding the wine jar, and used a living example to prove that what he said was true.

"Uh... this big brother, I actually didn't..." Cold Ran grinned, his face full of bitterness. He held his hands tightly, and did not dare to relax at all. The strong man in front of him also had good intentions. He could not let the compressed aura of almost extreme disaster explode. He might have nothing to do with that consequence, and the strong man might be in danger.

"You don't have a place to live? It doesn't matter, you can live with me in the future!" The strong man interrupted Leng Ran with a "very sure" expression, strode forward, and walked very fast.

"The lord has been waiting for a long time and can't delay any longer. This time the Drunken Immortal Brew will definitely satisfy the Taoist priest!" The strong man whispered, holding the wine jar with one hand and carrying the cold Ran with the other hand, and shot out, as if a divine rainbow, with a very rapid speed, igniting a gust of wind.

"..." Faced with the power of the storm, Leng Ran closed her mouth tightly, still holding her hands, not daring to let the aura of disaster burst out.

"Swoosh~"

The strong man shot and quickly arrived somewhere on the street.

"You are finally back, Park Guang, hiccup~" The noble man with a mountain and river jade pendant hanging around his waist spoke, his body filled with alcohol, his face turned red, and he seemed to have drunk a lot of wine.

"Is this the drunken fairy wine? Come, let me try it first..." The rosacea Taoist was swaying at this moment, stretching out his hands to the wine jar in the strong man's arms, his eyes becoming more blurred than before, and seemed to fall asleep at any time.

"This wine is the wine of the Zuixian, which is the wine that the lord has treasured for many years." The strong man smiled silly and handed the wine jar on his own initiative.

"Yeah~" The rosacea nodded. Just as he was about to open the wine jar, a loud shout suddenly came from afar.

"Finished!!"

Kang Zhou looked surprised, and the dead wood held in his palm was radiating mist, pointing directly at the place where Leng Ran was.

"Finally found it!" Miao Ze was also very excited, his eyes became bright, as if a tiger had returned to the mountains and forests and was no longer bound.

The two of them were so excited that even the little prince Yu Kang on the side threw away his head, suddenly jumped off their black-scaled cows and attacked Leng Ran. The two shot in the air, and divine lights appeared in their palms, bringing up a bitter storm, as if they wanted to stop Leng Ran from escaping and capturing him alive.

"Well? Who can cultivators dare to assassinate my lord!"

Leng Ran was still carried on the shoulder by the strong man. The latter frowned and looked at Kang Zhou and the others who were getting closer and closer. They were already posing in defensive positions. Suddenly, they felt the cold Ran on their shoulders tremble and made a gesture of pushing their palms.

"I can't hold it anymore!" He shouted coldly, his palms suddenly opened, and he made a "Guizuki Qigong" position towards Kang Zhou and the others.

There was no sound, and a strong aura that ordinary people could not see burst out, shooting like a thunder python, rushing to Kang Zhouer at a high speed.

"Hmm? What is this doing?"

The two of them just whispered in surprise and did not find anything wrong. They still shot out towards Leng Ran. The divine light in their palm burst out with a suppressed aura.

However, the next moment, the two of them were suddenly stunned, and their bodies shivered uncontrollably. The direction of their progress was tilted, hitting the wine jar held by the rosacea priest on the left and right.

"Chew!"

The divine light flashed and the energy flew. The two instantly smashed the wine jar to pieces. Even the terrifying palm force almost evaporated the wine, and only a wisp of mellow and strong aroma of wine exploded.

The rosacea priest was stunned and sobered up in an instant, his eyes as clear as stars and moon.

"The man bullies others too much!"

The Taoist priest shouted, and the blue veins surging between his neck, and his palms instantly slapped them at Kang Zhou and the others.

There was no divine beauty on his palms. The palm lines were very clear, like gold and jade, very heavy, knocking Kang Zhou and the others backwards, and a deep ravine was drawn on the street, as if two abysses.

"Puff!"

Kang Zhou Er vomited blood in his mouth and fell to the ground, unable to stand up, and hunched his back, as if two old men were about to die.

"You two are fine, are you okay?" A knight riding a black-scale cattle came to the two and asked, his face very strange.

"No, it's okay, it's just a little pain." Miao Ze's face looked as light as gold, and his whole body was trembling with pain.

"Please ask the little prince to avenge me and the two of me!" Kang Zhou said gritting his teeth, staring at the rosacea Taoist, the strong guard and the noble prince, treating the three of them as Leng Ran's allies and thugs.

Kang Zhou was very confident and felt that Yu Kang would definitely help. In a short period of time, he had confirmed that the latter was arrogant and liked to listen to flattery words, so he would definitely not ignore them when they were frustrated.

However, he was wrong. Yu Kang didn't look at him at all. He jumped off the mysterious beast and ran over, nodding at the noble young master and the rosacea Taoist priest: "Hello brother Wang, hello Taoist priest, what are you doing? How can you have such elegance on the street..."

"..." Kang Zhou and Miao Ze looked at each other speechlessly, and realized a sentence from their respective eyes: I still want to vomit blood.

On the other side, Lengran looked at his palms and remained silent, hiding his merits and fame, and just thought in his heart: "The effect of the breath of disaster is very magical."
Chapter completed!