Mysterious Devouring the Heavens Powerhouse

But the old man with a cane behind Alexander made Yan Lin move slightly in his heart.

This old man has the purest blood of moon worshippers, and has at least three hundred years of life.

Such a long-lived Yuan Dynasty, but his qi and blood are still very healthy, far exceeding the peak stage of Zeus, and his combat power is comparable to that of the immortal Situ Yuanhao.

But Yan Lin didn't care.

When Yan Lin killed Situ Yuanhao, he still practiced the seventh layer of qi, and now he has practiced the eighth layer of qi.If he wants to kill the ancestors of the wolf, he is also like a fly.

At this time, Yan Lin also noticed that the wolf king Alexander and the ancestors of the wolf were divided into two camps, each leading a team.

The dozen or so werewolves behind Alexander seemed more modern.

They wear cold clothes, down and chemical fiber products, wear watches, carry shoulder bags, which contain some cooked food and daily necessities, as if they are completely integrated into the world.

Ordinary people even think they are ordinary people if they are not unusually tall.

Behind Alexander, in addition to some werewolves, there are seven or eight middle-aged people.

They are human, but they are strict, quiet, and seem rich or expensive.

Behind the ancestors of the wolf, many werewolves wore very primitive animal skins, revealing large swathes of skin, and held stone sticks and strange knives in their hands.

Also, we can see that the skin is more of a cover for shame and mostly just for protection rather than protecting the body from the cold.

"There seem to be different groups among the werewolves, just like the cleaners and stains of the Beggars!"

Seeing this, Yan Lin played with his tongue and thought it was very interesting.

"Mr. Ye, thank you for saving me!"

Anfiya bowed deeply to Yan Lin, with a grateful face, and said, "If you didn't do this, I would have died long ago!"

At this time, she was really full of gratitude and admiration for Yan Lin, and there was still a little shame in her heart.

Along the way, she repeatedly doubted Yan Lin's power, thinking that Yan Lin was not worth being with her.

Compared with Sean, Anfield thinks Yan Lin is too bad, timid and cowardly.

But it turns out that compared to Yan Lin, Sean and everyone are like clowns.

Only in times of crisis can a person be revealed.

There is no doubt that Sean is not as good as Yan Lin's fingers in terms of courage, ability and courage.

Recalling that she looked down on Yan Lin repeatedly all the way, An Feiya's face was bleeding.

Yan Lin is definitely a tall man, much stronger than Connery, even comparable to the legendary wolf king.

It's just that he keeps a low profile and doesn't want to show off.Such people are so happy.

Anfield even felt that even the Russian emperor was overshadowed by Yan Lin.

The Russian emperor liked to show off his masculinity, rode his horse to hunt deer, and became the idol of the whole Russian people.

But Anfield knows that with every great hunt, plenty of helicopters patrol and protect them in the air.

Yan Linlao said something, turned around and left.

He did it more because the Snow Devils would hurt people by staying here, not because of Anfield.

Yan Lin doesn't like her very much.

If it weren't for her carelessness, she wouldn't have died so many people.

Of course, it's not a good thing to die, and Yan Lin doesn't care when he dies.

In Yan Lin's attitude, Anfield can feel a clear sense of distance.

Chapter [-] What to do?

In the end, fear of death overshadows self-esteem.

Sean said happily: "Mr. Ye, I really despise you, so you are the best!"

Then he strode over, straightened his chest, and said proudly, "If you'll protect me all the way, I'll give you $10!"

One hundred thousand yuan, six or seven million yuan.In 2011, it was tempting.

"Go out!" Yan Lin said coldly.

"What are you talking about?" Sean couldn't believe it.He looked angry.

As a descendant of Alexander, his family is also one of the top ten chaebol oligarchs in Russia.

He had to be polite and scolded so lightly even when the Mayor of Moscow saw him.

"I said, get out!"

Yan Lin took it straight out of his hand and put it on Sean's face.

Sean whizzed past seven to eight meters away.

His cheeks were broken, his cheekbones were cracked, he vomited blood, half of his teeth fell, and he lay on the ground moaning for a long time.

"Mr. Ye, do you dare to hit Sean? Do you know who he is?"

One of Sean's companions helped it up and yelled at Yan Lin.