Ye Qingge didn't think much about it, she was just curious, apart from the miscellaneous elements in her body, how strong was she with the strength of her own muscles?
It was precisely because she saw how solid Nanfeng Rock was that she decided to give it a try.
Liu Yan'er looked at this scene with confusion in the wind, her heart pounding in fear.
The reason why cultivators in this era are powerful depends on aura, mental power and dark elements, or other powerful elements and rare spiritual treasures.
Freed from all elements, they are just ordinary people.
Qingge's move attracted the attention of countless people.
Most people think she overestimates her abilities, and a few people just join in the fun.
Qingge's slender hands crossed the sky and steadily caught the flying rocks from the south wind.
At that moment, a mysterious and subtle feeling emerged from her heart, and her seemingly small hands burst out with mighty power.
She clamped the Nanfeng Rock between her five fingers and applied a little force. A clicking sound was heard, and spider web-like cracks appeared on the surface of the Nanfeng Rock. With a bang, the rock shattered into powder in her hands.
She doesn't have much strength, she seems to be born with might.
The wind passed by silently, and then there was the roar of the crowd.
Everyone looked at her with wide eyes and astonishment. Qingge raised her eyes and looked forward, her eyes falling on a young girl.
The girl is seven or eight years old, and it was she who smashed the rock.
When the girl saw Qing Ge looking at her, she stared back unwilling to be outdone, her almond-shaped eyes widened.
Qingge's eyes were cold, she stretched out her right hand, and with her strength rising, a southerly rock from the haystack beside her swept towards Qingge.
The stone was only as big as a palm. Qingge lifted the stone high and threw it towards the girl.
The stone hit the girl on the forehead, blood flowed out, and it suddenly became red and swollen.
The girl sat on the ground, eyes wide open in shock.
The disciples who were watching the excitement were all horrified, and a few left quietly, intending to call the master of the Shadow Pavilion.
Liu Yan'er leaned into Qing Ge's ear and said, "She is the only daughter of the Pavilion Master."
Qingge moved his legs and walked towards the girl. The girl's eyes were watery and she looked at Qingge with hatred.
No one ever dared to disrespect her.
"Pathetic four-star person, you will pay the price for your stupidity." The girl stood up and pretended to be calm and said something, but she burst into tears from the pain.
Qingge stopped in front of the girl. The girl slapped her and wanted to throw her at Qingge. Qingge grabbed the girl's wrist and with a force, the girl fell to the ground.
"Does it hurt?" Qing Ge squatted down and took out a clean plain handkerchief to wipe away the blood on the girl's forehead.
Qingge's movements were very gentle, but they still hurt the girl.
"Get your dirty hands away, don't disgust me." The girl sniffed and shook the song away.
Qingge clasped her neck and looked a little fiercely.
Seeing that Qingge was not joking, and realizing that her life was in danger, the girl panicked and stared at Qingge as if she was seeing a ghost.
She struggled wildly, and Qing Ge pinched her tightly.
In this way, the girl would not dare to move for fear of dying, which would be a great loss.
"Does it hurt?" Qingge held the girl down with one hand and wiped the blood from her forehead with the other hand.
The girl rolled her tearful eyes and looked away stubbornly. After a long time, a word came out suddenly: "It hurts."
"It hurts if it hits you. Will it hurt if it hits me?" Qing Ge pressed forward step by step and asked.
The girl blinked and felt chills all over. She had never thought about whether it hurt or not.
She is the daughter of the master of the Shadow Pavilion. Which disciple does not bow down in front of her, and the occasional beating or scolding is nothing.
Her identity here means that she can trample and humiliate.
How can a person in a high position care about the pain of a lowly person?
"Why did you hit me?" Qing Ge asked again.
"You made Sister Ruxue punished." The girl snorted and asked, "Why did you hit me?"
"You are so ugly, I feel sick when I see you." Qing Ge sprinkled powder on the girl's wound without raising her eyelids and said.
Everyone around them felt like a flock of crows were flying overhead, and they were all in a petrified state.
The girl stared at Qing Ge, her almond-shaped eyes filled with anger, "You are the ugly one."
"Look at my face and ask yourself, am I ugly or are you ugly?" Qingge finished bandaging the girl's wounds and pointed to her own face, with an expression of indifference and full of confidence.
The girl quickly looked at Qingge, looked at it carefully, and finally lowered her head in frustration.
In comparison, she is really a bit ugly.
"You are not a brothel girl, why do you want to be so good-looking, compliment a man?" The girl snorted, pointed at her forehead, and said angrily: "Don't think that I will let you go, stupid four-star person, you are like this
People are really cruel, they have bullied Sister Ruxue and they want to bully me."
Qingge looked at her indifferently and said, "Are you born to be beautiful just to show yourself to men? No, it's to show you to yourself."
There was a noise from the side, and the pavilion master walked over quickly. He saw blood stains on the soft cloth wrapped around the girl's forehead, and the pavilion master's heart skipped a beat.
Ye Weiping and Yuan Tian also followed, and Ye Weiping asked angrily: "Who did this?"
Many disciples all looked at Qing Ge.
Ye Weiping gritted his teeth and glared at Qingge: "Ye Qingge, you are so brave, who gave you the courage?"
The pavilion master looked at Qingge.
In the past few days, the name he had heard the most was Ye Qingge, but now it was the first time he had actually seen Qingge.
Standing among the crowd, the woman dressed in red is particularly eye-catching. She does not have a sharp and wild look, but is graceful, noble and dignified, and also reveals a bit of laziness.
Silver hair, fair and delicate skin like an elf.
As she stood up, she reached out her hand to the girl on the ground.
The girl groaned, held Qing Ge's hand and stood up.
"Why are you doing this?" the master asked.
"Teaching the daughter of the Pavilion Master for free, the Pavilion Master should thank me." Qingge smiled lightly and said.
The Pavilion Master raised his eyebrows, "Are you saying that I don't know how to teach my children?"
"It's a good thing that the master of the pavilion is self-aware." Qingge said: "Pampering and pampering are two different things. A practitioner or a person, how kind or vicious she will be in the future, and how far she can grow, are closely related to the environment, and
The environment comes from the parents. It is not unreasonable for the son not to teach, but the father and the son to live."
"Ye Qingge, what are you talking about? Are you disciplining the pavilion master?" Ye Weiping shouted angrily.
The Pavilion Master raised his hand, "Let her continue."
"Pavilion Master, don't worry about her getting hurt. If you can protect her for the rest of her life and let her spend every day in the greenhouse and not get involved in the world, then there is no problem with your method. But, as long as she stays in the greenhouse for the rest of her life,
There comes a day when you can't let her feel at ease, so you should let her know that all living beings are equal and should be prepared for danger in times of peace." Qingge said calmly.
The Pavilion Master thought for a moment and looked at the girl, "Yu'er, what do you think we should do with her?"
The girl clasped her hands behind her back and said in an old-fashioned way: "Why do you need to be as knowledgeable as a four-star person? Dad, you are too short-sighted."