Under the steps, Qing Ge's eyes flickered. Along the way, Ziling Garden was considered the largest building.
Liu Suya stopped in front of the door, raised her hand, and pointed the silver spear at Qingge's neck, "People from lower planes, don't be too presumptuous in Zilingyuan." Liu Suya glanced at her subordinates, "Bring her to her.
Over there in the west building."
The West Tower of Zilingyuan is the location of cultivators from lower planes.
Qingge pursed her lips. She was new here and was not familiar with the environment, so she could only stay still.
Compared with other places in Zilingyuan, the West Tower is too poor and downtrodden.
Seeing the glamorous newcomer, everyone in the west building stood up and clenched their weapons.
They were all first-level great spiritual masters. Qingge glanced at them and sensed them with the Void Realm.
She is invincible against cultivators from lower planes. Qing Ge still has this bit of confidence.
After meeting Liu Suya and others, Qingge realized that only the strong could sense the star mark of the weak and know their identity.
The weak can only tell the difference based on color.
There are three types of star imprints, gold, silver, and red. Red symbolizes the lower planes, just like the Manzhu Shahua blooming in the River of Forgetfulness, condensed on the white, tender and exquisite collarbone.
The mark goes deep into the bone marrow, unless the collarbone is broken and cut out.
Such a mark reminded Qingge of some slaves. She wanted to know, wouldn't it be unnecessary for the Nine Realms to create a star mark?
Why?
Could it be that there is an ulterior motive?
People in lower planes wear clothes that don't even dare to show their collarbones, for fear of being laughed at.
These people from the lower planes are like slave animals, like the monsters in the Colosseum, killing each other, and practitioners from other intermediate planes can find twisted pleasure.
They have been oppressed all year round, and their minds have become distorted.
Living in troubled times, experiencing bloody encounters, and being struck by thunder, the outcome is destined not to be good.
Their passion was in Fengyun Town as early as in Fengyun Town, and the wind when they first came has drifted across the Apocalypse Sea.
When Qing Ge walked in, the atmosphere was tense, and everyone looked at Qing Ge carefully with their eyes narrowed. Their exposed eyes were extremely scary, and even some women's eyes were extremely cold.
Everyone stood up, except for one woman, wearing a red robe, sitting on the withered grass, holding a bowl filled with wine in her hand, and carrying a knife on her back.
The woman's back is turned to Qingge, her back is slender and graceful, and her black hair is scattered, which attracts people's imagination.
From the awe and fear in everyone's eyes, Qingge could tell that this woman was the head of the West Tower.
"A person from a lower plane?" The woman looked back at Qingge, her lips were red and her teeth were white, she was so charming, and her charm was beyond words.
Unfortunately, the woman had a scar on the side of her face, which reached her collarbone and was particularly long.
"Four Star Continent Ye Qingge? It's a good name, but it's a pity." The woman's eyes suddenly became fierce, "Tell her what the rules of the West Tower are."
Many practitioners, male or female, were all surrounded by Qingge.
The woman was lying on the withered grass, with the bowl filled with wine aside, her hands playing with a strand of black hair hanging in front of her shoulders, her eyes as charming as silk.
The woman's red dress was very short, revealing her slender legs and lotus-like hands. Her skin was like mutton-fat jade and as white as snow. However, there were many wounds on this snow-white skin.
The woman raised her chin slightly and looked at Qingge with a deep look.
Qingge was the only one who came to the West Tower intact. In the past, cultivators from lower planes would have been tortured by the widow Liu Suya before coming to the West Tower. They were in agony, but by coming to the West Tower, they were spared the torture.
The cultivators surrounded and suppressed Qingge, and went into battle with swords, guns, swords and halberds. The cool breeze blew in from outside, withered grass flying and white hair dancing lightly.
"Why bother? I am enough to deal with her." One of them stepped out and Qingge glanced sideways. The muscles on that person's body were particularly strong, which showed how powerful he was.
The man has thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looks to be in his thirties. He has a broken ear and his eyes are as sharp as an eagle staring at Qingge.
Others retreated one after another.
The charming woman on the withered grass smiled and said: "He Dongye, don't you fall in love with the beauty when you see her?"
"Who wouldn't be tempted by such a little beauty?" He Dongye asked back.
The woman laughed seductively, "If you surrender her, this person will be yours."
"Master Liu's gift, I'm so grateful!" He Dongye laughed, his chin and middle part covered with a dark beard, he turned his head and his eyes fell on Qingge.
Which person in Fengyun Town is not covered in scars?
woman?
In this troubled world, only heroes will show mercy and cherish the beauty. Unfortunately, they are not heroes, but real bears, villains who just want to survive.
He Dongye's strength ranks among the top three in Xilou. Facing the delicate Ye Qingge, he is very confident.
But as a cultivator, he would never look down on Ye Qingge, even if he was dealing with an ant, he would have to work hard.
He Dongye held a pair of sledgehammers in his hands, and the hammers were like He Dongye's strong and huge butt.
He Dongye roared angrily and thrust out his hammers, which seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms. The force was as powerful as Mount Tai weighing down heavily. When the spiritual energy at the peak of the first-order great spiritual master was released, a sense of oppression swept over him like under the deep sea.
Liu Yan'er sat on the withered grass, squinting her eyes and looking at Ye Qingge.
People around him talked softly.
"This girl hasn't taken action or spoken yet. Could it be that she is mute?"
"It seems that this time He Dongye will embrace the beauty."
"If Xiao Shanyan of Zilingyuan learns of her existence, He Dongye may not be able to turn to her."
"..."
The spiritual energy stirred up the wind and came crazily.
Suddenly, a cold light shone in Qingge's eyes, and she raised her slender hand, catching He Dongye's sledgehammer with one hand. At the same time, Qingge grabbed He Dongye's wrist and moved forward to avoid He Donglou.
It looks like a mighty attack but is actually a clumsy attack.
Click!
Qing Ge broke He Dongye's hand with a little force. She pulled her cheek and showed a cold smile.
When Qingge's aura unfolded, He Dongye had no backhand power, and the so-called power was nothing in front of her.
Qingge's offensive advanced like a ravaging song, and He Dongye had no backhand power.
Qingge moved her hand forward, clasped He Dongye's neck with her five fingers, threw him to the ground, and stepped on He Dongye's huge cheek.
She stretched out her hand slightly, her mind moved, her eyes were focused, and the sledgehammer on the ground floated up, and she caught it.
Mental power!
Everyone looked at each other in shock.
He is actually a person of dual cultivation.
Qing Ge's face was expressionless, his eyes were frosty, and he hit He Dongye's lower abdomen with a hammer. He Dongye's body suddenly arched and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Qingge exerted slight force on her soles, and He Dongye's other cheek pressed tightly against the ground.
"You only have so little strength, and none of you can fight anyone." Qing Ge glanced at the cultivators around him, and finally, his eyes fell on Liu Yan'er, with a smile on his face.
Liu Yan'er's smile gradually solidified.
The movement of playing with the black hair also stopped.