Yi Xiaorou paused, her eyes following the movement of the heretics, and even her breathing slowed down unconsciously, her eyes fixed on the man named "Alang" who was surrounded by a large group of heretics.

", I want to see clearly what "Alang" looks like.

As heretics, most of them have no names, so they can only be called by their appearance.

A young man dressed in black was seen walking fiercely surrounded by heretics, feeling very high-spirited. Then, what was exposed in front of everyone... was a baby face, with black hair scattered behind him, and two sharp points on his head.

He has furry ears and is wearing dark black clothes, but he has the feeling of a child sneaking into adults' clothes, like a clothes hanger.

He was also dressed in black. Looking at Nalan Mufeng, he was slender and erect, as if he was taking a shower in the spring breeze, and his grace was graceful. Yi Xiaorou spat hard in her heart. She was indeed the representative of a beast in clothes.

When she walked closer and saw the young man's appearance clearly, she curled her lips and looked a little disappointed, perhaps more mocking.

Ah Lang had been staring at the two of them from the beginning, and naturally he did not let go of Yi Xiaorou's disdainful curling of her lips when she saw him, and he suddenly became angry!

He directly thought that Yi Xiaorou's disdainful pout was looking down on his appearance.

In the wolf tribe, most wolves are tall, mighty and majestic when they transform into humans. But he had such a face and was a heretic, so he was laughed at and despised by everyone. It was not easy for him to transform from the bottom step by step.

He became the leader of this group of heretics, and they didn't care that much about his appearance, and even respected him a lot. As a result, he was laughed at again today, how could he be happy.

The heretics on the side were still echoing in his ears. In fact, they couldn't say they were whispering, because as soon as he finished speaking, a large group of heretics directed their hostile eyes at the two of them, "Look, Alang, it's them, and they are...

You want to insult us."

Alang strode up to Yi Xiaorou, pointed at her, and pursed his lips tightly. However, with that baby face, it looked more like he was puffing up his cheeks like a coquettish person. No matter how you looked at it, he couldn't be serious, "I want to

Fight with you!"

Yi Xiaorou glanced at a certain man who had already removed his hand from her waist at some point and was leaning aside to watch the show with a lazy expression. She felt the urge to beat him up.

Yi Xiaorou didn't want to deal with A Lang's impulsive reaction, but A Lang had obviously expected Yi Xiaorou's reaction, and his fingers suddenly formed into claws, milky white spiritual energy wrapped around his hands, and his sharp nails gleamed in the sun

Glowing with a cold glow.

He walked quickly, but in the blink of an eye he was in front of Yi Xiaorou, raised his hand wrapped in spiritual power, and grabbed her hard.

However, Yi Xiaorou's reaction was quick. She had already sensed when Ah Lang was approaching. She felt a strong wind coming, and she immediately leaned back. The sharp nails almost brushed her face, and the sharp wind slashed straight at her.

A few strands of hair fell down on the cheeks.

She twisted her body and narrowly avoided A-Lang's attack, and in the blink of an eye she was standing firmly behind A-Lang.

She raised her hand, and a bloodstain suddenly appeared on her snow-like cheek. When Yi Xiaorou gently wiped it away, the scar on her face seemed to disappear in an instant.

Alang turned around, raised his hand and licked the sharp nails, with a slight smile in his eyes, "The reaction is quite fast, but it was just the beginning. Now, I have to take it seriously." After speaking, he turned around.

Instantly disappeared on the spot.

"Wow, Alang is so powerful!"

"Alang is so awesome!"

"Alang, please show them some color!"

As Alang's figure disappeared, the group of heretics instantly burst into cheers one after another.

The sudden burst of noise around her made Yi Xiaorou frown in dissatisfaction, her clear eyes narrowed slightly, and she quietly felt the fluctuations in the air.

Nalan Mufeng swept past the group of heretics. There was no trace of anger on Fenyin's face, but the warning in his eyes was Fenyin's. They shrank their necks, but also became quiet.

Alang's movements were very fast. At least with their naked eyes, no matter how hard they tried, they could only see an afterimage. They saw that the afterimage moved quickly towards Yi Xiaorou, while Yi Xiaorou stood quietly in place.

, seeing the afterimage approaching Yi Xiaorou, the heretics did not even slow down their breathing unconsciously, their eyes were filled with anticipation and bloodthirsty light.

Suddenly, Yi Xiaorou moved. She turned to one side and then stepped back suddenly. Immediately, she saw four claw marks clearly visible where she was standing. Yes, they were on the ground. They looked like

It's like a plane.

The heretics took a breath and were a little disappointed. They all thought in their hearts how great it would be if this trick fell on Yi Xiaorou.

Qingyin's amber eyes stared at the claw marks on the ground, and she was startled in her heart. This Alang... is not simple. In addition to his own ability, the spiritual power of these claw marks on the ground must be strong enough, and he can achieve

At this level, he must have reached the Holy Realm. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to spit in his heart. When did the Holy Realm become so worthless? Zi Ling and his younger brother Zi Yuchen were in the Holy Realm, and someone leaning over there

The Demon Lord is obviously above the Saint Realm. Even a random half-demon is a Saint Realm. It’s really...

Although half-demon is also called a heretic, it cannot be compared with someone like Yi Xiaorou. A heretic like Yi Xiaorou who is a combination of spirit and demon, needless to say in terms of cultivation talent, would not have been able to do it if he had not been sealed.

Second to Nalan Mufeng, a half-demon like Alang has two outcomes: weak to the point of scum or powerful to the point of abnormality. However, among half-demon, almost seven to eight tenths of them are weak to the point of scum. Talent
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