Ye Qingge didn't think much about it. She was just curious. Apart from the various elements in her body, how strong is she with the strength of her own muscles?
It was precisely because she saw the strength of Nanfeng Rock that she planned to give it a try.
Liu Yan'er looked at this scene in a messy manner in the wind, and her heart was so scared that she was pounding.
The reason why cultivators in this era are powerful is because of spiritual energy, mental power, dark elements, or other powerful elements and rare spiritual treasures.
Leaving all elements, they are ordinary people.
Qingge's move attracted countless people to wait and see.
Most of them think that she is overestimating her abilities, and a few of them join in the fun.
Qingge's slender hands swept across the sky and steadily caught the flying Nanfeng Rock.
At that moment, a magical and subtle feeling derived from her heart, and her seemingly small hand burst out with powerful power.
Five fingers clamped Nanfeng Rock. With a slight force, a crack sounded. A spider-web-like crack appeared on the surface of Nanfeng Rock. With a bang, the rocks shattered into powder in her hands.
She didn't have much power, as if she was born with might.
The wind passed silently, followed by a crowd of noise.
They stared at her with wide eyes and looked forward, and their eyes fell on a girl.
The girl was seven or eight years old, and she smashed the rocks.
When the girl saw Qingge looking at her, she glared back unwillingly, her almond eyes widened.
Qingge's eyes were cold, she stretched out her right hand, her mental strength rose, and a Nanfeng rock on the haystack next to her swept into Qingge's hand.
The stone was only the size of a palm. Qingge raised the stone high and threw it at the girl.
The stone hit the girl's forehead, and blood flowed out, and it suddenly became red and swollen.
The girl sat on the ground, staring wide in shock.
The disciples watching the fun on the side were all shocked. A few left quietly, intending to call the Lord of the Shadow Pavilion.
Liu Yan'er leaned into Qingge'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 shining with water, and she hated Qingge with resentment.
No one dared to disrespect her.
"Sad four-star people, you will pay the price for your stupidity." The girl stood up and said something as calm as she said, but she was so painful that she burst into tears.
Qingge stopped in front of the girl, and the girl slapped her to slapp her. Qingge grabbed the girl's wrist and used force, and the girl fell to the ground.
"Does it hurt?" Qingge squatted down and took out a clean vegetarian palette to wipe off the blood on the girl's forehead.
Qingge's movements were very light, but it still hurt the girl.
"Take away your dirty hands and don't disgust me." The girl sniffed and shook Qingge away.
Qingge grabbed her neck and her eyes became a little cruel.
Seeing Qingge is not a joke. When she noticed that her life was in danger, the girl panicked and stared at Qingge as if she was a ghost.
She struggled randomly, and Qingge pinched her tightly.
In this way, the girl dared not move around, fearing death, which would be a loss.
"Does it hurt?" Qingge pressed the girl with one hand and wiped the blood on the girl's forehead with the other hand.
The girl turned her tears and looked elsewhere stubbornly. After a long time, a word suddenly appeared: "It hurts."
"It hurts when you hit you, will it hurt when you hit me?" Qingge pressed step by step and asked.
The girl blinked and felt cold all over. She had never thought about whether it hurts or not.
She is the daughter of the Lord of the Shadow Pavilion. Which disciple does not bow down in front of her? What does it mean to be beaten and scold occasionally?
Her identity here means that she can trample on and bully her.
How can a person standing in a high position care whether it hurts a humble person?
"Why hit me?" Qingge asked again.
"You made Sister Ruxue punished." The girl groaned and asked, "Why did you hit me?"
"You are so ugly, I feel disgusted." Qingge sprinkled medicine powder on the girl's wound, and didn't raise her eyelids, saying so.
Everyone around them felt that there were groups of crows flying over their heads, all in petrified state.
The girl stared at Qingge, her almond eyes blew out of anger, "You are ugly."
"Looking at my face, ask yourself, am I ugly or are you ugly?" Qingge bandaged the girl's wound and pointed to her face, with a cold expression and full of confidence.
The girl quickly looked at Qingge, looked carefully, and finally lowered her head in frustration.
Compared with this, she is really ugly.
"You are not a girl **. What should you do to be so beautiful? Are you complimenting a man?" The girl hummed, pointed at her forehead, and said angrily: "Don't think I will let you go like this, stupid four-star man, you
This person's mind is really cruel. He bullied Sister Ruxue and wanted to bully me."
Qingge looked at her indifferently and said, "Is it for the sake of being born good-looking to show it to men? No, it is for the sake of showing it to you."
There was a noisy sound next to it. The headmaster walked quickly and saw the soft cloth wrapped around the girl's forehead soaked in blood. The headmaster's heart skipped a beat.
Ye Weiping and Yuan Tian also followed, and Ye Weiping asked angrily: "Who did this?"
Many disciples looked at Qingge.
Ye Weiping gritted his teeth and glared at Qingge viciously: "Ye Qingge, you have such a courage, who gives you the courage?"
The Pavilion Master looked at Qingge.
The one he heard the most in the past few days was Ye Qingge's name, but now it is the first time he has seen Qingge in the true sense.
The woman stood in the crowd in red, which was particularly eye-catching, without the wildness of her sharpness, but was graceful and generous, and she showed a bit of laziness when she was noble and dignified.
Silver-white hair, white, tender and delicate skin like an elf.
While she stood up, she reached out to the girl on the ground.
The girl groaned, held Qingge's hand and stood up.
"Why do you do this?" asked the Pavilion Master.
"Teacher my daughter for the chancellor, it's free. The master should thank me." Qingge smiled and said.
The Pavilion Master raised his eyebrows, "You mean, this Pavilion is incompetent to teach his children?"
"The Pavilion Master is self-aware, which is a good thing." Qingge said: "Pampering and spoiling are two different things. A practitioner and a person, how kind and vicious she will be in the future, and how much she can grow to is closely related to the environment.
The environment comes from parents. If the child does not teach, the father and son will live a life of the father and son, and it is not without reason.”
"Ye Qingge, what are you talking nonsense? Are you punishing the Pavilion Master?" Ye Weiping shouted angrily.
The Pavilion Master raised his hand and said, "Let her continue talking."
"Master, don't worry about her being hurt. If you can protect her for the rest of your life, and keep her every day in the greenhouse and not go into the world during her lifetime, then your method will be fine. But, as long as it is in her lifetime,
One day, if you can't let her be comfortable, you should let her know that all living beings are equal and be prepared for danger in times of peace." Qingge said lightly.
The Pavilion Master thought for a moment and looked at the girl, "Your, what do you think you should deal with her?"
The girl put her hands behind her back and pretended to be Old Chen, saying, "Why do you have to be as knowledgeable as a four-star person? Dad, you are too careless." (To be continued)