Feng Lan slowly turned around and scanned the people around him. Everyone was about the same, and no one was like a dragon or a phoenix among others.

Suddenly, he saw a person huddled in a corner, and no one cared.

Judging from his face, I think I've seen him there before.

Feng Lan walked over and bent down to check, and found that half of the man's spine was broken and was fixed on a thin wooden stick.

"I suppose we've met before?"

Feng Lan really couldn't remember it, but this face was familiar.

"Yangchun Internet Cafe, Warcraft."

When the man spoke, he broke into a cold sweat in pain.

Feng Lan smiled calmly, it was indeed.

The person sitting next to me in the Internet cafe was having a one-on-one meeting, and happened to arrive randomly. Both of them were wearing headphones and scolding each other, and finally found that the other person was right next to them.

"How did you get hurt? Why didn't anyone care?" Feng Lan asked.

"An alien beast attacks." The man looked indeed in pain.

Feng Lan didn't have any medicine on him, so he opened the thermos cup naturally. The wolfberry was gone, and the half cup of water was normal water. He said, "Drink some water."

"Our life is miserable. We don't have any healing medicine." Feng Lan continued.

"Alas!" The man drank half a glass of water and his complexion improved. "It wasn't like this before. Well, your water is quite good."

Feng Lan wiped the area where the man's mouth touched, feeling it was very rude, and smiled awkwardly.

"Which team are you on? Go back and play a game?

I remember you said that your original main race was the orcs, so you would definitely be at a disadvantage if you used the night elves that day."

"You also said that your main race is the undead race, and it's a bit awkward to use the human race."

The two chatted with great interest.

"Two weak uncles. In what era, they still play such outdated things." The young man next to him interjected.

"Young man, don't be too arrogant." The man lying on the ground glared.

It seems to be recovering well.

Sun You came over with a blushing face and said softly: "Brother Lan, we have to leave."

Feng Lan looked at the person lying on the ground, and the person mouthed: "Team Five."

Feng Lan and Sun You came to the left side of the camp and boarded a black luxury bus with sleeper berths.

I didn’t see Ma Mengqi.

The people who had already gotten on the bus were lifeless, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Fenglan wanted to have a chat.

Sun You stopped him in time and shook his head.

The two came to the designated sleeping berths, bunk beds.

"Brother Lan, don't bother before getting off the car." Sun You whispered.

"What's going on? Is this a prison?" Feng Lan said in a normal voice.

Phew~,

"Noisy~"

A rough man rushed over.

Feng Lan dodged and slapped the man on the head with his palm. With a bang, he knocked the man to the ground.

The rude man stood up and swayed as if he was drunk.

"Brother, if I use 10% of my internal strength, your mind will be shattered." Feng Lan said, "If you don't have the strength, be quiet."

"He beat someone, report it to the dragon team." Another skinny bamboo pole ran out of the car and shouted, "He beat someone, he beat someone."

"It's okay." Feng Lan lay calmly on the upper bunk, "Ayou, who is Team Dragon? What does it look like?"

"Brother Lan, I remember that you are a very low-key person." Sun You said in an unreasonable manner.

"Brother has been keeping a low profile for thirty-six years, and he can't be high-profile again!"

Fenglan hummed a ditty proudly.

The thin bamboo pole came back from reporting, with a livid face and clenched fists.

Suddenly, a man in white clothes and a man in black clothes started fighting without any warning.

"Arrogant." Feng Lan sat up and said in a deep voice, "You two stop immediately, I will only say it once."

The two people really stopped and looked at Feng Lan together.

Attack immediately.

Feng Lan had already accumulated strength, and his palms were pressed flatly in front of him, as if his heart was pulled out from his chest.

This stance may seem ordinary, but it is the first stance of the famous Earth-shattering Iron Palm - the movement of shock and separation, and the movement of hand gestures, which contains endless virtual and physical strength.

There are similarities between the "Sheep Touching the Fan" of the Twenty-eight Dragon Subduing Palms.

Therefore, those who know the two palm techniques can tell them at a glance, while those who don't know them will look specious and unremarkable.

The two men looked fierce, but they were actually two rookies. Seeing the powerful power of their palms, they felt the wind from the palms five feet away and immediately retreated.

Feng Lan calmly withdrew his palm technique, secretly shocked.

It seems that after leaving the forest, his palm power and internal energy were weakened, and he was bound by a kind of power.

If this is true, then there must be some clues to the method of spiritual cultivation that those people pursue.

Feng Lan quickly retracted his divergent thoughts and jumped out of the sleeper.

"Everyone, come here, let's have a meeting."

Some people looked around.

Some people frowned.

They all slowly left their positions and walked over.
Chapter completed!