After watching the little beggar whose strength skyrocketed, he killed the group of servants, including the rich son, one by one.

The woman in the air slowly lowered her figure and shot a spiritual power towards the little beggar with killing intent.

After a moment, the killing intent in the little beggar's eyes dissipated.

Looking at the corpses around him, as well as the old men who had been burned to ashes, the little beggar knelt down and bowed down to their ashes.

After doing this, the little beggar stood up and said to the beautiful woman beside him: "This big sister, what is your name, this spear is yours, thank you, give me the strength to avenge my grandfathers." ”

After the little beggar finished speaking, the god-killing spear appeared in his hand and handed it to the woman.

Seeing the little beggar hand over the god-killing spear, the woman said with a surprised face: "My name is forgetting, this spear has recognized you as the master, it is your thing, you have to treat it well." ”

"Sister Forget Worry, I have no father or mother since I was a child, even the old grandfathers who took care of me all died for me, now, I just ask Sister Forget Worry to take me in, I don't eat much, but I can do a lot of things."

Hearing the immature words, he forgot his worries and said slowly: "Then what is your name." ”

Name!!

Hearing this, the little beggar lowered his head gloomily and said slowly: "Sister Forget Worry, I don't have a name, others have always called me Little Beggar." ”

Forget worry looked at the little beggar in front of him, a trace of light flashed in his eyes, and said lightly: "Since you have been reborn in the fire, and all the past is also scattered with the wind, you will be called Yanfeng in the future!" ”

Scorching Wind!!

After hearing this name, Yan Feng raised the spear in his hand and said resolutely: "From today on, my name is Yan Feng, and from now on, I will become a sharp weapon in the hands of my sister, kill all those who block my sister's path, and I will never draw a sword against my sister in my life. ”

As soon as Yan Feng's words fell, three explosions of thunder sounded in the sky, as if in response to Yan Feng's words.

One scene after another crossed Yan Feng's mind, and in the void, Yan Feng stayed there quietly, and Jun Wushuang didn't make a move on it, just watched quietly.

After a long time, after Yan Feng finally came out of his memories, the god-killing spear also appeared in his hand.

After the god-killing spear felt the master's warlike mood, a thick blood qi emerged from the gun's body, wrapping the figure of the hot wind.

"Jun Wushuang, let's fight."

With a loud shout, Yan Feng rushed towards Jun Wushuang with the god-killing spear in his hand.

Jun Wushuang looked at the attack that this shot did not contain any aura, and with a wave of the Divine Monarch Sword in his hand, his crotch fell steadily.

Then, Yan Feng slowly stopped, as if all the strength in his body had been used up, he sat in the void, and said quietly: "Jun Wushuang, you must take good care of your sister in the future, if one day, you let your sister be hurt in the slightest, even if I fight hard, I will bite you." ”

After Yan Feng finished speaking, his mind was all relaxed, and then, the expression on his face swept away, and he fought with a fierce expression, cut through the void, and walked out.

Looking at the departing Yan Feng, Jun Wushuang said lightly: "Xiao Yueyi is my wife, and no one can hurt her without my permission." ”

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