"Huh, surrender?"

Hearing Sally's mother's question, Owen didn't get angry but laughed: "What am I here? None of you look down on me, I was born to be a warrior, but you don't know that I can also be a king!"

Owen looked crazy and said loudly: "It's Prince Aral, they gave me this chance, let me be the king!"

"Did you see that? Now I am a third-order werewolf, and you tell me that if you want to reach a third-order werewolf on your own, it will take decades or hundreds of years?"

Owen asked rhetorically at Sally's mother.

"You... Cousin, how can you do this?"

At this time, Sally was also distressed, pointing at Owen and being a little speechless.

"Am I like this?"

Hearing Sally's words, Owen smiled directly: "If I don't do this, I will be pressed by you two stinky watches for the rest of my life, do you understand? I am a man, and I am the king of the werewolf clan!"

Owen roared angrily, and with a wave of Lang Cha in his hand, he directly hit the sword in front of him to the ground.

"Buzz!"

Hearing only a muffled sound, the trace of aura that originally surrounded the sword directly dissipated between heaven and earth: "Hahahaha, now without the protection of this bullshit formation, you are completely dead!"

Owen was full of smugness, turned around directly, and jumped out of the window next to him.

He couldn't wait to meet Aral and the others now, in other words, he couldn't wait to become the king of the werewolf clan now.

And at this time, outside the manor, as the sword was destroyed, Yang Xiaole smiled lightly, big fish, hooked!

Now, it's time for the real show!

Sure enough, as the formation outside the manor disappeared, countless bats took advantage of the darkness to rush over and directly surrounded the entire manor.

"Hahahaha! Sally, you're finally back!"

At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded in the sky, and when I looked up, I saw that it was a man who was so thin that he was only skinny and skinny, standing in the air out of thin air, looking down on the manor below.

"Hmph, Alar, what the hell do you want to do?"

At this time, Sally raised her head and looked at Alar with hatred in her eyes.

She is in this life

It is impossible to forget that it was this person who killed his father with his own hands.

"What do I want, don't you know? I know that you have dug up the corpses of the ancestors of your werewolf clan and are ready to transfer them, now, hand them all over to me, I can consider sparing your family, otherwise, here today, your entire werewolf clan will be exterminated!"

Alar said to Sally with disdain on his face.

"Hmph, it's up to you, I'm afraid it's a bit loud!"

At this time, Yang Xiaole took a step directly from the balcony of the manor, and also stood in the void, standing face to face with the so-called Prince Aral.

"Oh, you're the one Sally, the helper from the East?"

Seeing Yang Xiaole, a look of surprise appeared in Alarthon.

He never thought that the other party would be so young.

In his influence, which of the so-called monks in the East is not over half a hundred years old, fairy-winded, and has a long white beard?

"Yes, how about I'm here, and you still want to kill them today? Isn't it a little whimsical?"

At this time, Yang Xiaole directly built himself into a stunned young man who had just broken through the Yuan infant stage and was a little unaware of the height of the sky.

"Hehehe, kid, do you know that I've been in the realm of the prince for a long time, and you seem to have just become a Yuan Infant stage monk, and you haven't even had time to stabilize your cultivation, right?"

Alar's expression when he looked at Yang Xiaole was full of disdain.

"Yes or no, you have to call to know!"

Yang Xiaole smiled lightly, all of this was just a disguise from him, and this fake cultivation that had just broken through the Yuan Infant Stage was also a smoke bomb that he deliberately released.

"Hehehe, the Oriental boy who doesn't know the height of the sky, today, let you see the power of our vampires!"

Alar sneered, took out a pair of blood claws directly from his arms, and rushed towards Yang Xiaole.

At this time, Yang Xiaole didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly took out a medium-grade spiritual weapon from the meson bag and greeted him.

There is no way, the only high-grade spiritual weapon sword in his hand has been given to Li Qianqian as a protective weapon, and now the best in his hand is only this medium-grade spiritual weapon sword.

But despite that, yes

It's enough to pay a little vampire.

After all, no matter what, I also have this kind of cultivation, right?

It's just that it's a little difficult to do it without losing or winning, after all, until now, there are still two vampire princes who have not appeared.

So Yang Xiaole had to be careful.

"Hmph, okay, then let's do it!"

Alar let out a loud shout, and rushed towards Yang Xiaole with an iron claw.

"Dang!"

Only a soft sound was heard, blood claws and medium grades; The aura swords collided in an instant, emitting a trace of spark.

"Well, how is that possible? What the hell is this sword of yours?"

Seeing this scene, Alar was taken aback, his own pair of blood claws were refined with his own natal essence blood, not to mention ordinary steel, even if it was the body of a monk in the foundation building period, it could be directly cut as if it was cutting tofu.

But now, the blood claw that he had always been proud of was blocked by a seemingly inconspicuous sword, how could this be?

"Hahaha, why do you want to tell you, if you have the ability, you will rob it yourself!"

Yang Xiaole smiled lightly, and hurriedly pretended to be a villain, holding the sword in his hand with a smug expression.

"Hehehe, I'll just say, how dare you, a Dongfeng monk who has just entered the Yuan Infant Stage, come here to stop me from being a vampire clan, it turns out that you have such a divine weapon in your hand!"

Aral smiled lightly and spoke slowly.

At this moment, Alar guessed in his heart that it must be this Yang Xiaole who joined the so-called Cultivator Alliance Association, so he was rewarded.

And this Wu Liang got such an award as soon as he came because he was young, and he was suddenly excited, and then he took the sword and came to the West, wanting to show off his might.

"Yes, I just have such a treasure, how about it? You have the ability to kill me!"

Yang Xiaole directly made a newborn calf look like he was not afraid of tigers, and his eyes when he looked at Alar were also full of banter.

"Hmph, stinky boy of the East, I kindly remind you that you had better hand over that weapon and sacrifice it to the great vampire king, otherwise, I will kill you and suck your blood dry!"

Arar's face was grim, and he spoke slowly.