A little purple slowly rose and slowly swirled over the boy's head. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As Artis's eyes watched, this purple slowly diverged, and finally turned into a rich pale cyan, which hovered above the boy's head, faintly condensing into the shape of a tiger.

Pale green luck, turning into a tiger, this is a sign of the atmospheric carrier, symbolizing, is the killing on the battlefield.

When this boy grows up, he will inevitably be born in harmony with the battlefield, and with this luck and signs, as long as he does not die halfway or meet other atmospheric luckers, he will be like a divine help and have the potential of a famous general before his luck is squandered.

Artis nodded, but shook his head again.

This kind of luck, although rare, can be called extremely expensive for this world, but for him, it is nothing more than that.

Being able to attract Artis is not something that can be done with this level of luck.

He turned and looked at the boy, who was in the presence of another boy.

The boy was stained with dirt and his clothes were tattered, like an ordinary beggar, and there was nothing new about it.

But that is not the case with the luck on it.

A little bit of crimson qi permeated it, constantly swallowing and condensing, faintly linked with another pale cyan qi beside him. And in the center, there is a little bit of obscurity, hidden in the appearance of the red luck, will hide the truth.

Even if there are other masters in this world who can see through the luck, I am afraid that they can only see through the layer of luck on the outside, and cannot see the truth.

Of course, even if it's just the appearance of luck, it's actually pretty good. The luck is red, far stronger than ordinary people, and there is no problem with being a county magistrate or something.

Artis continued to look, his golden eyes looking above the boy with the power to see through everything.

Under his gaze, the boy's hidden part of his luck was suddenly revealed.

The rich purple qi continued to rise, roaring, condensing on it, and then differentiating into five-colored clouds, which was terrifying.

A lilac dragon appeared above the boy's head, asleep without a breath leaking.

"Who would have thought that just in this ruined temple, there would be a future hidden dragon and a famous general who was about to gallop on the battlefield?"

Artis looked at the two boys, with no sadness or joy in his heart, but just thought so.

In his eyes, everything about the two boys was hidden, and there was a connection between the two lucks, constantly echoing and implicating the two.

The connection is so deep that it is almost impossible to separate unless something drastic happens.

This is a match made in heaven, and it is also the team that will rise in the future.

How can there be two atmospheric transporters in a mere ruined temple, it must be connected in the dark, prepared for future turmoil.

Artis swept it again and looked at all the people in this ruined temple, only to see that the red qi appeared all over the ground, and there were more than a dozen lonely beggars, and several of them were lucky and had a little red qi.

There is no doubt that this is the team prepared for the hidden dragon, just wait for the right future to rise, and when the hidden dragon ascends to the top, these orphans who have followed since childhood will become the most loyal vassals, preparing for the initial rise of the hidden dragon.

However, now the two boys, who can be called atmospheric luckers, are still lurking, and most of them are blocked by luck to prevent them from being exposed. Only a small half of luck is revealed, in case of untimely death.

This is also the most dangerous time for these two atmospheric carriers.

When their luck has not yet flourished, most of their luck lurks to prevent consumption. Only the small semi-qi operates with itself, with self-preservation and the initial rise.

At this time, once they encounter an accident, or other atmospheric carriers whose luck has already flourished, they are still at risk of dying young.

At that time, all the sources of investment given by the world will be nullified.

Thinking of this, Artis shook his head. This method, although it comes from the instinct of the world, is too inefficient.

In the process of quelling the turmoil, there will definitely be many atmospheric carriers who will die young, and even many atmospheric carriers will attack each other and consume each other.

This is because the world only has instinctive consciousness, and can only instinctively cast the source power, follow certain connections, and invest in certain people.

"From the current point of view, it will take at least twenty years for the source power of these two children to begin to explode. ”

Looking at the two beggars in front of him, Artis's heart moved, and he was connected to the whole world in an instant.

In an instant, the height of Artis continued to rise, gradually rising to the height of the whole world.

No matter what the general trend, any change or evolution can be operated without stress.

Even if he wanted to, it was not impossible to risk the consequences of the world's heavy losses to destroy the world once.

He looked at the two beggars again, and a feeling rose in his heart that he was in control.

With his gaze, the luck hidden in the two beggars was also constantly turbulent, changing with the mind of Artis.

As long as Artis wants, he can induce the luck on these two people at any time, so that their luck that would only break out after twenty years will be erected early.

However, the consequences are unpredictable.

Not only will the two atmospheric luck sufferers lose a lot of tempering in the past two decades, but it will also make the luck of the two explode in advance, and directly collide with the imperial luck that is still in the heyday.

"It's just too inefficient. Artis shook his head, a little dissatisfied.

The world itself is constantly changing, and chaos naturally arises. And every chaos is actually a change, an opportunity for the world to move forward.

It's just that this kind of speed and efficiency, in Artis's opinion, is too inefficient.

"If you don't say that this way of instinct is inefficient, if it were me, it would be enough to directly invest my luck in a few suitable people, why bother playing chess all over the world. Not only did it waste the source power, causing several atmospheric carriers to consume each other, but also killed and injured countless people in the process. ”

Artis shook his head, then stepped out and came to another place.

It was a palace where a thin teenager was asleep, surrounded by secret guards.

This is the emperor of this world, who is only a fifteen-year-old boy at this time, weak and manipulated by his biological mother.

He could see that in the outside world, the guards were not so much guarding the emperor as they were watching him.

And the emperor himself was sick and weak, and he was in a coma for almost most of the time.

This kind of person itself is the easiest to manipulate and become a puppet of others.

Artis looked at the young man and saw through the reality in an instant.