I can't find out this person's cultivation, one is that this person has not cultivated at all, and the second is that this person's cultivation has reached its peak. The light in the eyes of the wind flickered, and the surprise brought by Lao Wang would definitely not be a person without cultivation, then it would be the latter. Xiuwei can't even see through her, she must be infinitely close to the god, and even...

When the man in black saw that Wang Izumo was coming with the wind, his handsome face flashed with excitement and respect, and he disappeared in an instant, standing there with a calm expression, neither humble nor arrogant, and let the wind look up and down.

"Xi'er, his name is An Yang!"

Hearing Wang Izumo's concise and clear introduction beside him, the red light in Youfeng's eyes flashed, and the originally relaxed atmosphere became invisibly dignified.

"Your name is An Yang, and your surname is An?" The wind stepped forward, the red light in his eyes was full, the demonic aura burst out, the cold voice carried the supreme majesty, and the cold air continued to attack, making people feel like falling into hell.

Wang Izuyun was stunned, only to feel that the wind was too vigorous, and there were hidden signs of anger, and she had to avoid the edge for the time being, but where did the little fool get so much anger?

"Yes!" Speaking of that surname, An Yang's calm and handsome face was slightly moved, and then replied firmly.

"Good!" The ghostly wind restrained the terrifying demonic aura, and looked at the person in front of him who suddenly knelt down on one knee and held a snow-white long whip, and his eyes became colder. The cold aura on this long whip came out through the whip, condensing the air in front of her in an instant, and even wanted to invade her divine soul!

The cold aura on the long whip spreads around, and those who are not deep in cultivation will inevitably be seriously affected, but the person holding the whip is peaceful, but instead hides the aura that has been condensed to the slightest invisible, no matter how you look at it, this An Yang is an ordinary mortal who can no longer be ordinary.

What a whip! Wang Izumo's eyes straightened when he saw it, and he looked at An Yang, who was kneeling on one knee and pleading his lips, she had asked so many times before, she was so stingy as if she was something, she thought that although this guy was high in cultivation, he was very poor, but he didn't think that he still had such a good thing. Artifact!

"Angry with me?" Don't think that this will alleviate the anger and pain in her heart that suddenly knows the truth!

"If the little master wants to understand it like this, his subordinates are willing to bear it!" Not afraid of death adding fuel to the fire, An Yang only saw that the demonic aura restrained in the eyes of the wind was heavier, and he hurriedly raised his whip and waited to be beaten.

"Since I want to accept it on my behalf, I will fulfill you!" He took the white long whip, his hand shook slightly, and the long whip was whipped on the ground with a 'snap', pulling out a deep crack in the ground that was the thickness of a leg.

Ghost Wind sneered, "You think you can afford it? ”

Startled by this sound, Wang Izuyun looked at the long whip again, his face turned white, Wocao, so powerful, if it is smoked on An Yang's body, the iron skin will open the flesh, ah no, maybe it will be hung with a whip.

She hurriedly stepped forward and persuaded, "Baby, let's keep the whip for the person who should be pumped, how boring this cannon fodder is!" ”

Does she mean to let the little master take the whip and whip the master? An Yang's forehead twitched, his knees knelt neatly, and the respect in his eyes deepened. The little master's cultivation is now able to exert the power of the soul whip, although it is less than one percent, but it is more obvious than the difference between him holding an ordinary whip except for something floating on the surface, it is obvious that this whip should belong to the little master!

"Little master, you smoke it, it's not a pity for your subordinates to die!"

Hearing this, it was Wang Izumo's turn to twitch the corners of his eyes, who said that this kid was simply scheming, no, when he said this, who would dare to really do it.

However, the angry and painful wind in the head, where did he pay attention to the feelings of others, raised the whip, and whipped down hard.

"Xi'er!" Seeing that the long whip raised was about to be drawn, Wang Izuyun was startled, and he was scared out of cold sweat all over his body, and he came to Youfeng in a flash, and was shocked that he had used a lot of strength to stop Youfeng, and saw Youfeng's face gloomy with unspeakable pain, and exclaimed, "Xi'er, what's wrong with you?" ”

The slightly immature beauty on her face was shocked, and her heart was pumped hard one after another, as if Ling Chi. Looking at An Yang, who was kneeling on his knees, as if he was really going to be punished, Wang Izumo felt a chill in his heart, was there anything she didn't know about this? The little fool is not the one who devours and kills, she actually saw the deep killing intent in her eyes!

With one palm, the out-of-control Youfeng was stunned and hugged, Wang Izumo's originally relaxed mood was not left at all, blaming her that she thought that the reunion would let Youfeng know, her parents were waiting for her to reunite, and she felt uncomfortable and didn't want to go, but she didn't realize what Youfeng had experienced over the years, and she would surround her body with such a terrifying Shura killing aura now!

"An Yang, what are you hiding from my godfather and godmother?"

Don't let anyone get close to her, Wang Izumo kept holding Youfeng, until in the middle of the night, he felt that the person holding her was uncomfortably breaking away, only to find that Youfeng actually had a low-grade fever, and his face was red.

A cultivator like Youfeng would have a fever? Wang Izumo felt bad, couldn't it be that the things in the day made the wind save things in his heart, and he was pressed heavily, and his psychology couldn't bear it?

She hurriedly fetched cold water, helped Youfeng wipe her hot body over and over again, and worked for most of the night, and finally lowered the temperature, and Wang Izumo became the most unpopular person in Nangong Yehua and Mu Qingtian without exception.

After only one day, he made the wind sick, and he buried his heart in his heart, and he might have some moths next. Their precious people, where can people toss like this!

was excluded, Wang Izumo was not angry, sitting alone outside the Youfeng room, thinking about how to coax the Youfeng, if he fell into a heart disease, it would be impossible to ascend to the god realm in this life, this fact is too big. How did the godfather and godmother come to be ruthless? This matter is left on her own, and she has no choice but to vomit blood!

In her dream, the wind seemed to have returned to that world, and when she was most helpless and painful, she begged her underworld friends to recommend her to the canyon club called Hell. After a year of training, she no longer has a good attitude towards anyone, and she is the best student in the history of this canyon club called Hell.

Unlike the world's five major mercenary intelligence organizations, although this place is called a club that trains the heirs of famous families to protect themselves, only the participants themselves know what it is.

Although there will be no death in this year, there will be a foot in the trap of death from time to time. In addition to making people feel the fear of death, it is also necessary to develop the ability to overcome death and the psychology of extreme pressure. Relying on the belief of revenge in her heart, she finally succeeded, and in the past few years since she came out of that club, she has experienced too many things one after another, and she has nightmares almost every night, and she has no peace!

Killed so many people who participated in the extermination of her clan, and finally took revenge, and now he told her that all this was designed by his parents, and they designed and promoted!