The favor of heaven, followed by all beasts, the abandoned daughter, she tortured the scum and becam

The piercing pain of being stripped alive was still vivid in his mind. Yan Xue's eyes gradually turned blood red, and strong hatred surged in his heart.

"Why don't you leave?" A melodious voice came from inside the sedan chair.

But this familiar voice made Yan Xue startled.

Immediately afterwards, a fair and delicate hand opened the big red silk cloth, and Yan Lanzhu, who was sitting in the sedan chair, was dressed in red and wore a phoenix crown.

Her narrow phoenix eyes swept across the tall and delicate woman in white in front of her, and she couldn't help but hold her breath.

Immediately, Yan Lanzhu shouted angrily, jumped off the sedan chair suddenly, his voice was as cold as the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, "You are not dead, you loser!"

"You are still alive and well, how can I dare to die?" Yan Xue's voice was very clear, but his tone was filled with overwhelming anger.

"You loser, who gave you the courage to talk to me like this! Today, I will discipline you for my father."

After finishing her words, before Yan Lanzhu's angry voice could finish, she pulled out a black and red bone-corroding whip from the soft couch behind her, and swung it towards Yan Xue.

"Miss Third," the two maids He Ye and He Hua who were traveling with her quickly stopped her and persuaded her.

"Today is the day of your wedding to Mr. Yu. Don't ruin your wedding by punishing this loser. Why don't you continue to the Yu family and leave the punishment of this loser to the two slaves?"

After hearing this, Yan Lanzhu's cheeks were still red with anger, but her irritable mood calmed down a little.

This useless thing is indeed not as important as her marriage.

So, she raised her phoenix eyebrows arrogantly, looked at Yan Xue and sneered: "I will let you go on my wedding today! Anyway, no one can beat you, a waste with no cultivation, so let me, these two maids, Let’s play with you.”

Yan Lanzhu boarded the sedan again surrounded by lotus flowers and leaves. After leaving behind more than ten guards of the Yan family, the sedan continued walking towards the Yu family.

"Yan Lanzhu, do you think you can leave?" Yan Xue's eyes turned cold and she wanted to teleport to chase the sedan chair.

Unexpectedly, a high transparent wall of spiritual energy suddenly rose up where she was about to leave, and then the people left behind by Yan Lanzhu blocked her way.

"Get out of the way or die."

Faced with Yan Xue's indifferent threat, the Yan family's servants burst into laughter.

Who doesn't know that Yan Xue, a loser, has no cultivation?

The Yan family's servants showed endless greed in their eyes, holding up their swords and approaching her step by step with threats, "Second Miss Yan, if you want to blame me, it's because you have no status in the Yan family. It's the Third Miss who will kill you." Order, offended!"

"Just you?"

Yan Xue's cold eyes glanced at the swords in their hands. Suddenly, the iron swords forged from Xuantian's fine iron in their hands were split into five pieces!

"If you want to go to bed, come together." The murderous intent in Yan Xue's words was revealed, making people shudder.

He cut off Xuantian Jingtie's sword with just one look. How could such a master be useless?

Although the guards obeyed Yan Lanzhu's words, most of them cherished their lives and were too timid to take action.

Lotus Lotus Leaf also lost her good expression and cursed: "A bunch of losers!"

They took out the musical instrument guzheng out of thin air, pinched the strings with their fingertips and threatened: "Yan Xue, how dare you speak rudely to the lady. In this case, then you go to hell!"

Yan Xue's eyes were full of disgust, and there were indescribable emotions in his cold eyes. Before Lotus and Lotus Ye could get close to each other, she suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"I will repay everything the Yan family has done to me step by step!"

As soon as the words fell, He Hua had no time to avoid them, and a violent aura seemed to crawl out of hell. The long sword was unsheathed, and the cold light streaked across her neck.

How could this loser's cultivation be higher than hers!

Her eyes were full of fear and panic, and she suddenly stopped at this moment. Her petite and fragile body fell to the ground, refusing to rest in silence.

"Ah -" He Ye's scream pierced the sky. He stared at the woman in the distance with a blood-stained sword tip and shouted: "Yan Xue, how dare you kill my sister! You trash, I want to I’ll fight you!”

But He Ye's cultivation is only at the fourth level of the spiritual realm, and Yan Xue kills He Hua, who is at the third level of the spiritual realm, as easily as he kills a chicken. How can she be Yan Xue's opponent?

Spiritual practice is divided into: Entering the Spirit - Spiritual Master - Great Spiritual Master - Spiritual Master - Spiritual King - Spiritual Sage - Spiritual Master.

Each is divided into nine levels.

I really don’t know what kind of elixir this loser Yan Xue took. Not only did he recover his cultivation, he also became so powerful!

Heye's fingers clenched the strings tightly, her eyes glaring at Yan Xue angrily and timidly. Suddenly, the silver strings on her fingertips broke in her hands with a crisp sound.

Her lips turned completely white in an instant, and she fell to the ground helplessly, moving forward on her hands and feet.

There were broken arms and limbs all around, and her elegant gauze skirt was stained with blood, making her look so miserable.

After Yan Xue cleared away the servants of the Yan family, he looked away indifferently, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Hehua Heye, Yan Lanzhu's two little followers, had done a lot of torture and abuse to her.

If Yan Lanzhu was the real culprit who killed her, then Hehua Heye was the accomplice who handed the knife! No wonder she was so scared.

Heye didn't want to die, and his face became ugly and ferocious because of fear.

She turned her head fiercely, stared at Yan Xue who was smiling at the side with splitting eyes, and threatened: "You have killed so many people, if the young lady finds out, you will not escape death!"

"Oh?" Yan Xue flicked the long sword in his hand, a frightening anger flashed in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth seemed to be smiling, "Can't bear to leave your master? Don't worry, Yan Lanzhu will come down to accompany you soon."

"You...ah!"

Heye backed away in horror, the hairs all over his body standing on end. She didn't even see Yan Xue take action before she cut off one of her hands!

No, she doesn’t want to die, she doesn’t want to die yet…

He Ye screamed in fright, cried bitterly, and hugged Yan Xue's ankle with one hand, shouting: "It's all Yan Lanzhu asked me to do, it's all her idea! My cultivation is not as good as hers, so I can only Follow her instructions to harm you. I really didn’t mean it, please let me go..."

"really?"

"Don't kill me! Everything I said is true. Yan Lanzhu is famous for being arrogant and domineering in the capital. She was jealous of your beauty and greedy for your mother's relics, so she killed you to replace you. !”

"Yan Lanzhu is so greedy. He has even set his sights on my mother's belongings." Yan Xue mocked.

"Yes! She also fell in love with your fiancé, and today is their wedding day. If you hurry over, you might be able to stop this!" He Ye said in a flattering manner, with fear of her in his eyes. There was also a hint of secret joy.

Yan Xue naturally understood what she was planning in her heart. Didn't she just want her to kill the Yan family so that Yan Lanzhu could behead her in public?

"Since my sister is getting married, how can I, the sister, not be there?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a smile of success flashed in He Ye's eyes.

This loser was fooled!