Han Yi couldn't help but laugh as he watched her eating. At the same time, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He thought to himself, it's just a scone, is it so delicious?
"Girl, I asked you, can you pay attention to your image? The people coming and going are all looking at you." Han Yi glanced around at the pedestrians who were looking at Qiu Linglong who was forgetful about eating, and helplessly held his forehead.
said.
"What are you afraid of? I just want them to marry me. Why do I care so much?" Qiu Linglong said carelessly.
Han Yi was speechless and just wanted to turn around and go home.
"Hey, isn't this a disciple of Lan Yueling Mansion? He can eat a scone so happily. He is indeed a country bumpkin."
A voice that did not conceal the sarcasm came from the opposite side. Han Yi looked up and squinted his eyes unconsciously. On the way out of Wufang Island, Elder Mu told Han Yi that they, Lan Yue Ling Mansion
Because their grades have been at the bottom for more than three hundred years, many Lingfu disciples are disdainful of them, and many times they even take the initiative to cause trouble for them.
Originally, as the person who was being ridiculed, Qiu Linglong should have been the first to react, but she seemed to have not heard anything at all. She was minding her own business eating scones and walked past the other party, completely ignoring him.
The other person’s appearance.
Han Yi looked at Qiu Linglong's appearance, shook his head and smiled bitterly, then followed him.
"Damn it, you two losers, stop here." After being ignored by Qiu Linglong and Han Yi, the guy who spoke suddenly became angry with embarrassment.
Qiu Linglong, who was eating scones, suddenly stopped and turned around to look at the young man who was speaking. With a blank expression on her face, she looked at the young man up and down. Many pedestrians around stopped to watch the show, secretly stealing.
Whisper.
"These two disciples from the Lanyue Lingfu are really unlucky. If they meet the disciples from the Gudu Lingfu, I'm afraid they will suffer again."
"Yes, Gu Du Ling Mansion and Lan Yue Ling Mansion have always been at odds with each other, and the gap in strength between the two sides has been getting bigger and bigger over the past hundred years."
"How do you know that my nickname is trash?" Qiu Linglong's words made the onlookers stunned for a moment, and they couldn't help but shake their heads secretly, thinking that Lan Yueling Mansion seemed to be in trouble and actually admitted that she was a trash.
Even Han Yi, who was standing next to Qiu Linglong, didn't react for a moment and didn't understand what kind of drama Qiu Linglong was singing.
Even the young man from Gu Du Ling Mansion was a little stunned. This didn't seem to be the reaction of a normal person. But soon he showed a look of contempt and continued to mock.
"Sure enough, Lan Yueling Mansion is hopeless. It's really sad to be able to accept being called a waste."
Qiu Linglong didn't care what the young man from Gu Du Ling Mansion said. She looked at the young man carefully for a few times and suddenly showed an excited expression.
"Trash, it turns out it's you. How could anyone know that my nickname is trash?" She excitedly ran to the young man, finished the last bite of the scone, and forced the oil-stained parchment paper into his hand.
, "I haven't seen you for such a long time, so I'll give you a gift of the same kind."
The young man stared at her blankly, blinking his eyes. The passers-by around him had already started to cover their mouths and started to snicker. They originally thought that this girl had given up on herself, but she didn't expect that she was actually playing tricks on this disciple of the Ancient Duling Mansion.
Before the young man could react, Qiu Linglong patted him hard on the shoulder and said sincerely.
"Trash, I haven't seen you for ten years. I never thought you were still trash. It's so pathetic. Don't say you know me again in the future. It's too embarrassing."
After she finished speaking, she trotted away, took Han Yi's hand and ran forward.
"You bastard, you dare to play tricks on me and seek death."
The young man threw away the oil paper, moved, and instantly caught up with Qiu Linglong and Han Yi, blocking their way.
"I'm talking about rubbish. I've given you gifts and you're still not satisfied." Qiu Linglong rolled her eyes.
"Bitch, you are looking for death." The young man's face turned red with anger, and he wished he could kill Qiu Linglong with his eyes.
"Young Master, it's not right to curse. I just gave you a gift. You don't know how to reciprocate and return the gift. Why are you chasing after me and entangling me?" Qiu Linglong jumped out and pointed at the young man.
His nose scolded.
"Die!" The young man was so angry that he struck Qiu Linglong with a palm. The surging spiritual power made the onlookers secretly exclaim.
"As expected, he is indeed a top-level disciple of Gudu Lingfu. Such surging spiritual power is probably comparable to that of a monk at the level of a Half-Step Spiritual King."
"The two little guys from Lan Yueling Mansion are going to be in trouble."
However, what happened next moment shocked the onlookers. Han Yi pulled Qiu Linglong behind him, took a step forward, and struck out with a palm towards the young man.
Boom, the terrifying power exploded directly. Han Yi only used a trace of spiritual power to dissolve the young man's palm power. Then he released his terrifying physical power and crushed him.
With a click, the young man's arm was broken by the huge force, and he was shot backwards. He held his right hand and let out a shrill scream.
Passers-by looked at Han Yi in shock, and then at the young man who was knocked out, with expressions of disbelief on their faces. When did Lan Yueling Mansion produce such a powerful disciple?
"Ah, ah, you two are looking for death." The young man endured the severe pain, raised his hand and shot a spiritual light into the sky, which exploded into a blue lotus.
Han Yi looked at him, his eyes gradually becoming cold. It seemed that the other party was preparing to call someone, but Han Yi was not afraid at all.
"Trash, you were beaten outside, so I'm going to ask your parents to support you." Qiu Linglong looked at the young man sideways, raised her hand and moved her body, "It seems that the slap just now was a little lighter." She said.
He glanced at Han Yi and said, "Let me tell you not to be so merciful. It's really embarrassing for a guy who practices killing to be merciful."
"Uh..." Han Yi was just about to argue when Qiu Linglong suddenly disappeared in front of him. The next moment, the face of the young man in the distance changed drastically, and a sense of crisis exploded in his mind.
"Asshole." He cursed angrily, and surging spiritual power surged from his body, turning into a layer of amber spiritual light that enveloped his whole body.
Bang, Qiu Linglong's small palm fell on the amber light mask, and the cold air spread instantly. A layer of blue ice crystals condensed on the surface of the light mask, and the strong cold air eroded in.
The young man's face turned pale and he couldn't help but tremble. Qiu Linglong flicked her fingers and the mask shattered with a click. She stepped forward and touched the young man's forehead with her fingers at lightning speed. The breath of death lingered in the young man's heart.
, making him feel cold all over.
"Are you sure you dare to kill me?" The young man looked directly into Qiu Linglong's eyes with disdain, "Kill me, and everyone in Lan Yueling Mansion will be buried with me."