In Ye Wuxin's eyes, Yang Yiyun broke the left wing of the Wind Thunder Bird Demon King with a fist, but this was not the end, and then he saw Yang Yiyun's figure fall on the back of the Demon King in a flash.

Then he raised his fist~

At this time, Ye Wuxin closed his eyes and gave the demon king a silent tribute in his heart: "Provoking the eldest prince Yang is also a blessing that you, the mutant demon king, cultivated in your previous life~"

"Bumper Bump~"

"Roar Roar Roar~"

Next, Ye Wuxin heard the sound of Yang Yiyun's fist hitting the flesh, of course, the sound of a fist smashing on the demon king's body and the demon king's continuous mournful roar.

Ye Wuxin could hear the screams of the mutant demon king, full of boundless anger and deep helplessness, maybe the demon king didn't expect it to have such a miserable time, right?

Or more often than not, I didn't expect Yang Yiyun to be like this...... So shameless.

Beat it up, beat it up, the key beatings don't change places, just fight in one place, it makes the demon king vomit blood.

Yang rode on its neck, but he beat his neck violently, and the feathers on his neck were all beaten, and the white feathers flew all over the sky.

As for Yang Yiyun, he remembered the old man's words, but he beat him hard and beat him until the demon king surrendered, so he didn't stop beating him when he caught the opportunity from the beginning.

It's even cooler at this time, and he rode directly on the neck of the demon king and waved his fist, and the beating was even more refreshing.

While fighting, he was still asking, "Do you accept it?"

"Bumper Bump~"

"Convincing or not?"

"Bumper Bump~"

He was answered by the Demon King's angry screams.

Half an hour after the wild beating, even Yang felt soreness in his hands, but he still didn't stop, bumping and beating.

But in his heart, he was thinking: "Listening to this beast's voice is still full of anger, is this not convincing? No, it seems that it is impossible to accept it if it continues like this, and we must find a way." ”

After this thought was closed, Yang Yiyun saw an interesting scene in his spare eyes.

He grabbed the neck of the demon king with one hand, and the other hand was beating violently, and the demon king was screaming when he was smashed by every punch he made, but he didn't show signs of subduing, but the demon king's feet or claws were constantly moving.

It's normal to move your claws, but it's weird to be beaten and not move.

But the strange scene is that when Yang Yiyun saw that the demon king was moving, he was still dodging the feathers on the ground, which were the feathers that fell from his body, and he looked like he was afraid of stepping on them.

Although the Wind Thunderbird is a mutated bird king, the feathers on its body are ordinary feathers, and there is nothing unique about it, which Yang Yiyun knows very well.

But this beast did not forget to bypass his feathers during the beating, for fear of stepping on it, which is abnormal.

There can only be one reason why you don't step on your own feathers, that is, the Wind Thunder Bird Demon King cherishes his feathers very much.

When he thought of this, Yang Yiyun suddenly smiled evilly.

Whether it is a person who doubts monsters, monsters, birds or other living beings, there must be soft spots on the body, and this death hole is not necessarily a fatal death hole on the body, it may be an inconspicuous place or thing in the eyes of others, which is a death hole.

Now in Yang Yiyun's mind, the death hole of the Wind Thunder Bird Demon King is the snow-white feathers all over its body, what if all the feathers on the demon king's body are plucked?

See if you surrender or not?

When I beat you violently, I was really tough, so I changed my mind to deal with it.

Immediately, Yang laughed and changed his fist into a claw.

Facing the wind, the white feathers on the neck of the Thunderbird Demon King began to pluck.

"Puff~"

The hand speed is very fast, and the feathers fly up all over the sky during the waving, like a large field of goose feathers and snowflakes.

Hahaha laughed and said, "Dude, pluck the hair on your body today, see if you accept it?"

"Roar~"

The demon king roared angrily, wanting to throw Yang Yiyun off his back, but how could Yang let it get his wish, and besides, if there was a powerful divine soul of Yuntian Evil suppressed without it, the demon king really had no choice.

In Yang Yiyun's domain, he was invisibly suppressed, and one of his wings was broken, and now he can't even keep his hair.

In the roar of the demon king, Yang Yiyun finally heard a trace of trill.

His heart was overjoyed, and he had guessed correctly, that the beast's feathers were its death pit.

I didn't expect to be afraid of violent beatings, but I was afraid of being plucked out.

After finding the soft spot of the demon king, Yang Yiyun made his move even more ruthless, and plucked out most of the feathers on the neck of the demon king in a few clicks.

"Roar~"

At this moment, the demon king's cry was shocked, full of trills.

Yang became more and more proud, and when he raised his hand to start a new round, a turning point finally occurred.

There was a begging voice for mercy in my head: "Don't don't, stop it, stop it, the king surrendered, and obeyed~"

The voice sounded crisp and crisp, like that of a teenager speaking, with a tone of fear begging for mercy.

Yang Yiyun was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he laughed, he knew that this was the voice of the Mutant Wind Thunderbird King, although it was not a mouthful, but it could use spiritual power to transmit the sound directly into his mind to achieve the purpose of communication.

"Really convinced, fake convinced?" Yang Yiyun said directly, he didn't need mental power, anyway, the demon king could understand.

"Ben Wang...... Served~" The Wind Thunderbird King was still a little hesitant in his voice.

Yang someone's eyes widened, he snorted, and puffed off two handfuls of feathers.

"Ah~ I'm really convinced, I'm really convinced, don't pull it out, this king's feathers~" The demon king's spiritual power transmission screamed like a pig in Yang Yiyun's mind.

"Hehe, if you really surrender, show sincerity to your buddies, and if you hear a sentence that your kid dares to be king in front of your buddies, pluck out your hair and barbecue it, believe it or not?"

After a few breaths of silence, the demon king said: "The little demon is willing to hand over the natal demon soul mark to surrender to the master~"

After finishing speaking, Yang Yiyun saw a pure white light flying out of the head of the demon king, and then turned into a pocket version of the wind thunderbird and flew towards Yang Yiyun.

Yang Yiyun knew at a glance that this was the natal soul mark of the Wind Thunderbird King, as long as he was in charge of this mark, it was equivalent to being in charge of the life and death of the demon king, and he could make the demon king's soul fly away in a single thought.

Without the slightest politeness, Yang Yiyun directly collected the Demon King's Divine Soul Imprint into the Sea of Consciousness with a single thought.

The next moment, he felt that there was an invisible connection with the demon king, and the demon king could feel any evil thoughts about him at the first time, and if Yang Yiyun, the master, died in the future, the demon king would also follow the soul and scatter, this is the power of mastering the natal soul imprint.

But the death of the demon king did not affect Yang Yiyun, the master, in the slightest.

It is conceivable that in the future, in order to survive, the demon king will also fight to protect the safety of Yang Yiyun, the master.

The soul between the mink and the monkey is incompatible, and the mink and the monkey are equal to Yang Yiyun, and they can sense each other, but the death of both is not affected.

But the Wind Thunder Bird Demon King is completely an unequal contract, which is equivalent to a lifelong deed of sale, and his small life is in the hands of Yang Yiyun, and he can let the demon king die in a single thought.

Then Yang Yiyun said happily: "Okay, you will be called Xiaobai in the future~"

As he spoke, Yang Yiyun jumped down from the Wind Thunderbird King's body, and finally let it go, but a large circle of feathers on the Demon King's neck was plucked out, and it was bare and ugly.

"The host...... Can you change your name, this king...... Oh no, the little demon is the supreme demon clan known as the wind and thunder, master, you are too little white, right?" the demon king said cautiously, of course, it was still the spiritual power to communicate with Yang Yiyun, and now that the natal demon soul was given to Yang Yiyun, the communication was more convenient.

Yang someone's eyes glared and said: "Just call Xiaobai, don't bargain with me, pluck your hair in the last sentence~"

This sentence was heavier than a punishment for the Wind Thunder Bird Demon King, and he hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, don't say it, the little demon will be called Xiaobai in the future, as long as the master is willing, you can call it anything." ”

The dignified and mutated Wind Thunderbird King is now completely subjugated to the darkness of someone Yang.

"It's pretty much the same, I said Xiaobai, as long as you are obedient in the future, the owner of this book will still be very reasonable, do you understand?" Yang was really proud at the moment.

"Yes, Xiaobai understands that the master is the most reasonable and best master in the world. The demon king twitched and patted his ass, if he didn't shoot, he was afraid that someone would pluck his hair if he didn't agree.

Yang someone's rare old face flushed: "Ahem, cough, I didn't expect you to be a shameless bird, haha, but the owner likes people like you who love to tell the truth...... Well, it's birds. ”