Digging up spiritual roots and seizing blood? You scumbags, wait and tremble.

Hundreds of people rushed over.

Several men who were rushing in front found themselves flying into the air before their big hands touched Zhong Ran, and then they felt a huge and severe pain.

The pain made their minds go blank and their foreheads were covered in cold sweat.

Then, he screamed.

An iron rod appeared in Zhong Ran's hand, and his spiritual power circulated with great force, emitting a chilling feeling that made people's hearts go cold.

With a sweep of the stick, seven or eight men were knocked to the ground, and screams were heard everywhere.

She was very fast, and by the time the man behind her reacted and tried to grab the weapon, it was too late.

One after another, they kept flying backwards or falling to the ground. Some people could still scream, but some people fainted directly.

Zhong Ran did not hold back. Each strike either crippled his opponent's hand or his foot.

The venue became emptier and emptier, more and more people fell down, and more and more screams rang out in the yard.

The people in the next yard closed the door as usual, because everyone knew that a group of desperadoes lived there.

Those who couldn't stand it moved away, and those who stayed were unable to move away.

Master Chen Wu suddenly stood up and looked at the girl. She seemed to be walking leisurely, but every step was an illusion.

I could clearly see her still on the left, but the person on the right fell down and screamed.

That's not a human being, that's a monster.

He has been in the underworld for more than 20 years, but this is the first time he has seen such a person.

"Asheng, go and catch that kid." He looked at Zhong Yan who was standing aside and watching quietly, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

The person who was called was Ah Sheng, a tall young man, at least two meters tall, and as thin as a bamboo pole.

His face was covered with beard, he had a high nose bridge, and his eyebrows were like swords slanting into his temples.

Hearing what the Fifth Master said, he took a big step forward. With his tall stature and long legs, he arrived in front of Zhong Yan in two or three steps and grabbed his shoulder with his big hand.

Zhong Yan turned his head to look at him with a malicious smile on his face.

"I don't want to hurt you. You brought this upon yourself. It has nothing to do with me."

As he spoke, his mind moved, and the devouring power in his body suddenly increased.

Ah Sheng felt something was draining away from his body, and then a strong feeling of hunger came over him, making him feel weak all over.

His body went limp and he fell to the ground in an instant, trembling all over. Finally, his eyes turned black and he fainted.

This scene left Zhong Yan dumbfounded. What was going on? He had only been swallowing for a short while, and it felt like he hadn't swallowed much yet, so why did he let go and fall to the ground?

He remembered that the animals he had swallowed before were either not dropped by him on his own initiative or were swallowed into animal specimens by him, otherwise they would not fall off.

What's wrong with this person?

Wu Ye was even more dumbfounded. No one understood Ah Sheng's horror better than him.

Ah Sheng was a somewhat silly young man he picked up outside when he was out three years ago.

He was a very good fighter. He saw that hundreds of people could not get any benefit from him.

He was a real fighter who could fight against a hundred people at the same time and had great strength. After he brought the people back, he organized many battles.

No matter how many people the other side has or how good they are at fighting, no one can gain any advantage from him.

His biggest characteristic is that he can eat a lot. He can eat at least the food of ten adult men in one meal. He is a real glutton.

But the food he eats can be transformed into real power and used by him, which is a good thing.

A Sheng has always been his pride. With A Sheng by his side, he even had the idea of ​​unifying the underground black market in the capital.

But if that were the case, not even his father could protect him.

He needs stronger backstage support.

Therefore, he set his sights on Prince Ning. As long as his niece could marry Prince Ning and become his wife, he would be able to unify the underground black market in the capital.

But what did he see just now?

The young man stood there, just turned his head to look at Ah Sheng, and then he fell to the ground and fainted?

Who are these two people?

A figure stood in front of him. He came to his senses and looked back, subconsciously taking several steps back.

"You, who are you?"

The person standing in front of him was Zhong Ran.

Looking over again, he saw that the hundreds of capable men he had brought with him, whom he was so proud of, had all fallen to the ground and were wailing in pain.

Looking at the girl in front of him, even her breathing was not disordered at all.

Damn it, when did such a master appear in the capital, and she’s a young girl at that?

Zhong Ran raised his foot and stepped hard on his foot.

Uncle Chen Wu bent over in pain. Zhong Ran raised his leg and bent his knee again. With a click, he tilted his head back in pain and fell backwards.

Her jaw was dislocated by the force of her bent knee, and her teeth flew out mixed with blood.

He was in so much pain that his mind went blank. Looking at the blue sky and white clouds, he felt as if he was dreaming.

Zhong Ran squatted down in front of him, and a dagger appeared in his hand, which he gently scratched on his lower abdomen.

"What did you just say? Whoever catches me will be my first man?"

Uncle Chen Wu was shaking all over, and the dagger on his lower abdomen seemed to emit a cold light, and every time it slid, he shivered.

"How dare you hurt me! Do you know who I am?"

Zhong Ran really stopped what he was doing and looked at him with curious eyes.

"I really don't know who you are. Want to tell me? If not, I'll destroy you. And then it won't be any use for you to tell me."

Her dagger moved slowly downwards, and Master Chen Wu was so frightened that he quickly stretched out his hand to protect his vitals and moved back quickly.

"How dare you! I am the fifth master of the Chen family, and my father is a fourth-rank official. If you dare to hurt me, you will never leave this courtyard today."

"Only a fourth-rank official? How dare you show off in front of your aunt when you're so lowly?"

She didn't quite understand how the ranks of officials in this world were ranked. In their original world of cultivation, the one with the strongest fists was the king.

However, the levels of cultivation are from high to low, level one is the entry level, and level nine is the top level.

He is a fourth-rank official, so he should be considered a small official, right?

She lost interest and raised the dagger in her hand, ready to kill him.

Anyone who dares to insult her deserves death.

"No, I have a bigger backer. Prince Ning is my nephew-in-law. If you dare to hurt me, he will definitely not let you go."

Seeing that she was unmoved and wanted to depose her, Master Chen Wu was so scared that he quickly brought out Prince Ning.

No matter what, let’s save our lives first today.

"Prince Ning? He sounds like an important figure. Your nephew-in-law? What the hell is a niece? Isn't Prince Ning's fiancée the eldest daughter of the Zhong family?"

Could this man be a relative?

"My niece is my sister's daughter. She is the eldest daughter of the Zhong family. If you dare to hurt me, she will definitely not let you go."

Uncle Chen Wu shouted as he retreated in panic, with cold sweat on his forehead.

Zhong Ran looked at him calmly, and the face of his uncle in his previous life, who was also his master, suddenly appeared in front of him.

None of these so-called relatives are good people.

He thrust the dagger in his hand forward, and Master Chen Wu's pupils constricted, and he subconsciously leaned to the side.

Blood splattered as the dagger pierced his right thigh, causing him to scream in pain.