Changbai's female disciple, who had gone through the 8,000-step cross-sea trial, was no match for He Jinnan. She was in agony under the silver frost whip.
No one could have imagined that such a cruel and bloody thing would happen in the area of the Martial Arts Association and in front of the Ocean of Enlightenment.
He Jinnan has a good reputation, mostly because of his calmness and good nature. It is rare to see him so angry.
Before He Hui was injured, the lives of the Changbai inner disciples would be in the hands of He Jinnan.
Phew! He Jinnan whipped her again, and the female disciple's skin and flesh were torn apart in a pool of blood, and she screamed: "Ahhhh..." If the whipping continued like this, she would definitely die.
Seeing this, many of Changbai's disciples were extremely anxious, but they did not dare to step forward rashly. Not to mention the opponent's strength, just his identity as the grandson of Prime Minister Qinglian was enough to intimidate this group of inner disciples.
Firstly, he did not have the confidence to be able to protect people from He Jinnan's whip. Secondly, he was afraid of the other party's power background, which might even implicate his own family.
In desperation, the Changbai disciples raised their heads almost in unison, their eyes full of signals for help, and they all looked at the senior sister of Changbai, Jiang Ruyan, who was sitting in the sedan chair among the clouds in the sky.
Only Jiang Ruyan has the strength and confidence to challenge He Jinnan, but Jiang Ruyan's character is uncertain. As a Changbai tribesman, he doesn't care at all about the dying and endangered female disciple.
She leaned on the cushions, her legs crossed gracefully, and her narrow apricot eyes were half-squinted, as if she didn't see the farce below. One can't help but wonder that even if Junior Sister Changbai died under her nose, she would not frown.
Raise your eyebrows.
As a figure like Taishan Beidou of the Changbai Immortal Clan, when faced with the life and death of his clan, he doesn't care and looks on with cold eyes. As for other people, he doesn't even dare to intervene.
Senior Sister Changbai didn't say anything, so how could the others preach about their status?
Of course, they don't dare.
Only a few powerful masters from the Martial Arts Association frowned. This is the place where the Martial Arts Association belongs. Even if He Jinnan is the grandson of He Liangshan, he shouldn't be so willful! There is a righteous master among them who wants to speak out.
After stopping, the blind old man stood behind Shen Qingxiao's wheelchair, gently raised his hand, coughed quietly, and quietly stopped the martial arts master's movements.
Snap! Snap! The two whips were thrown out, and the silver frost was scattered.
The clothes of the Changbai Immortal Clan worn by the female disciple had been changed beyond recognition, and their original appearance could not be seen. They were soaked with sticky blood and stained red.
Her body convulsed several times, and she opened her eyes as hard as she could to look at He Jinnan, who was as wild as a beast, sinister as a wolf, and like a devil, but he was not as polite as usual.
He lost his mind, his eyes were bloodshot and widened, and he glared angrily at the female disciple, as if he would not be relieved unless he beat her to death.
Some other disciples from various races subconsciously took a few steps back after what happened, looking at He Jinnan in fear and not daring to get even closer.
To most people, He Hui was not substantially harmed, and He Jinnan was so impulsive that it was too much.
But Qing Ge, standing high up, could understand He Jinnan's mood at this moment. He Hui was different from ordinary people. Due to her physical condition, her pain was many times that of ordinary people.
A whip from that female disciple might kill He Hui.
He Hui has been well-dressed and well-fed since she was a child, and everyone in the house has taken care of her.
He Jinnan cares about He Hui far beyond imagination.
Today's He Jinnan reminds Qingge of his brother Ye Jiuci who lives far away in Jiujie City.
This is how her brother protects her.
"Second brother..." He Hui's body trembled slightly, and she hugged He Jinnan tightly from behind. A pair of small hands grabbed He Jinnan's arms randomly and forcefully, trying to stop He Jinnan from whipping his whip, but as long as the female disciple still had one
He Jinnan would not stop talking. Such a dazed state frightened many people.
"No..." He Hui cried, her eyes flashing with tears, but even so, it still did not awaken He Jinnan's reason.
The female disciple was in a pool of blood, with no strength left in her body. All she could think about was the pain coming from her limbs and bones.
It was so painful that it was unbearable! She used all her strength, pushed her limbs hard on the ground, and slowly moved back, trying to avoid He Jinnan's whip.
But the distance she moved had no effect at all on He Jinnan.
He Jinnan was full of energy and whipped her again. The force of this whip was enough to kill the female disciple.
Jiang Ruyan, who was sitting in the sedan chair, was still calm. There were plum blossoms blooming around her, and the cold fragrance was faint.
She seemed to be watching a farce, her eyes were full of coldness, and she looked down indifferently at the blood splattering in front of the ocean of enlightenment.
When the whip in He Jinnan's hand was about to split the female disciple, the moment the silver frost whip was thrown out into the sky, a gust of wind came and shattered the powerful silver frost whip into ashes.
He Jinnan was filled with a sense of powerlessness as if he had been punched on cotton. Suddenly, he stared at the sky with wolf-like eyes.
Shen Qingxiao was sitting in a gilt wheelchair, with his legs covered with a milky white velvet blanket. He pursed his thin lips and smiled softly, with a nice and calm voice: "Master He, you are already half dead. It's time to calm down."
"Shen Qingxiao."
He Jinnan narrowed his eyes.
"Master He, the Prime Minister's good reputation has lasted for thousands of years, and He's family has been based on it for three thousand generations. It should not be lost in a moment of impulse.
No matter how small a flaw is, it is a fatal danger."
Shen Qingxiao said.
Like a wisp of cold wind, He Jinnan gradually woke up.
He looked coldly at the female disciple who was covered in blood and bruises. He Hui behind him was frightened and said cautiously: "Second brother..." He Jinnan calmed down, held He Hui's cold hand, and looked at Shen Qingxiao.
, said: "Since Mr. Shen has spoken, I shouldn't be unreasonable and unforgiving."
After saying that, He Jinnan looked at the disciples of the Changbai Immortal Clan again and warned: "Whoever dares to touch the daughter of my family will die!"
Then, He Jinnan looked at He Hui tenderly, stretched out his hand and rubbed He Hui's head, "Xiao Hui, it's okay. It's my brother's fault for scaring you."
He Hui shook her head, threw herself into He Jinnan's arms, clutched He Jinnan's clothes tightly with her small hands, and whispered in a soft voice: "Second brother, don't do this again."
She knew better than anyone how terrifying it was for He Jinnan to be angry.
No one can stop it, not even her.
From a young age, He Jinnan lost control only a handful of times, but each time it was caused by her and ended in blood.
This made He Hui feel guilty.
He Jinnan originally had a bright future, but he was worried about her health, so he always stayed at He Mansion to protect her.
"good."
He Jinnan showed a handsome smile, ruffled He Hui's hair, and his eyes became gentler and doting.