The horse's hooves were squeezing upwards, and the dust and smoke rose everywhere. The proud and proud man was burly and fierce. His thick hands held the reins and controlled the horse to jump up and pounced towards Qingge.
Under the strong horse, Qingge looks thin and slender.
Her face was not changed, and she was lightly covered with a thin layer of frost. She had no expression on her face, and she looked lazy. A little blood demon flower between her eyebrows was like cinnabar, as delicate as the rising sun. She raised her eyes indifferently, her pupils were eyebrows.
The horse racing in the sky is enlarged.
Lan Shengyan looked at this scene jokingly, without adding fuel to the fire, nor did he mean to help.
Xing Tumi frowned. In her memory, Ye Qingge was not obedient. The fish that was slaughtered by others on the chopping board, but why didn't Ye Qingge move? He didn't take action? He didn't kill him back?
No one knows that when the girl dances with white hair, she seems to be unmoved and can be slaughtered. Under the sky spirit, in the thunder nest, the lightning suddenly releases dark blue light.
The power of the spirit moved in full swing, and invisibly, the thoughts tightened, but the body of the horse that wanted to crush Qingge into powder exploded itself, which was even more shocking than the five horses split into pieces and cut into pieces.
A blood mist was about to sprinkle on Qingge's body as he saw it. Qingge's eyes condensed, and the spiritual power around him formed a transparent barrier to isolate the blood mist of the shattered horse.
The man immediately rolled onto the ground. Fortunately, his strength was not low. When his head was falling to the ground, he suddenly pulled out a pitch-black sword, inserted it onto the ground, and then rolled onto the knife, falling steadily.
Behind the knife, at the same time, the knife was pulled out.
The man was fierce and ferocious, with a hideous face, glaring as if he was looking at his father's enemy, "Witch, what kind of witchcraft have you used?"
Qingge's eyes flashed almost invisible—
Perhaps because of the plane space and ancestor inheritance, there are very few spiritual masters on the four-star continent. Apart from the Qingya clan who has made a contract with Jialan Taizu, the only famous spiritual master is Dongling.
There is a cod in the past.
The spiritual master's thunder tribulation is terrifying.
What's more, generally speaking, people who have cultivated spiritual energy cannot become spiritual masters anymore, and spiritual masters have nothing to do with spiritual energy.
Qingge suddenly thought of Qinggao's displaced, the woman who died sadly and loved her beloved and wanted to kill.
It is said that after the Shin-shiva flowed into Jialan, his talent was much worse than that of Jun Ruoli and Bixishuang.
Qingge thought, maybe it was because she was from the Qingsha clan and a spiritual master, and she had no attainment in spiritual cultivation.
However, the miserable childhood made Qingsha Liuli want to escape from the Qingsha clan, or perhaps he didn't want to live in the Qingsha clan to refine spiritual energy pills until his life was exhausted. Therefore, Qingsha Liuli tried his best to escape from Qingsha
The Sha clan, in Jialan, she was not talented and felt resentful. By chance, she learned that a certain treasure could turn the world around and increase her talent.
After a mistake, she used her body as a bargaining chip to exchange for the treasure.
Later, she became the most respected veil of Galand, but she lost her heart.
Therefore, when the burly man rode a fierce horse to rush towards Qingge, Qingge had no spiritual energy or evil spirits. She used her mind and spiritual power to crush a huge fierce horse. Normal people would not think it was spirit.
Teacher, after all, this is impossible.
Qingge smiled slightly, and her slender phoenix eyes glanced at the burly man without saying anything. The deep part of the cold and thin eyes was full of murderous aura.
Seeing Qingge neglecting herself like this, the burly man held a big knife and wanted to go forward and attack. When he remembered the scene where the mount burst into blood mist before, the man became scared.
But in front of so many people, he was unable to get on the verge of being able to beat Qingge.
Yes, there was Xue Ling'er next to him watching. He launched a fierce attack. If he didn't take action at this time, wouldn't he be unfaithful to Xue Ling'er?
At this moment, Jia Lan and others seemed to unite in an instant. Seeing that the burly man was about to attack Qingge, they all rushed to Qingge to form a towering city wall that could withstand the damage.
Among them are Hongyi, Zhan Jieyu, and even Ji Qingfeng.
Although Ji Qingfeng's bleeding wound was healed by Immortal Flower, his nose and face were still swollen.
He looked at the burly man coldly, turned to look at Xue Ling'er sitting on the ferry horse, and said, "Master Xue, Miss Ye is my only disciple of Dean Jialan. Although your alchemy house has a strong foundation and strong power,
Jialan was not afraid. If you people in the Alchemy Mansion dared to hurt her a little, Jialan would never give up."
"Are you threatening me?" Xue Ling'er's face sank.
"I dare not threaten, I just talk about the matter." Ji Qingfeng said clearly.
Xue Ling'er looked at Ji Qingfeng with cold eyes. After a long time, she curled up a sarcastic smile and said sarcastically: "I went to Jialan once a few years ago. I saw you once. I think you are old man Wuyu and others.
Is it the wild breeder left by my wife who was elopement? I'll ask you, what identity and qualifications do you have to speak in front of me? The little wild breeder raised by a bitch dares to shout in front of me? Or do you think you can
Instead of Kalan?”
"What a joke. When will Jialan ask a bastard to stand up and speak?" Xue Ling'er smiled rampantly.
As the pain in the heart was touched, the scar was revealed alive, Ji Qingfeng's face turned white and blue, and it looked extremely ugly.
Under the blue sleeves, the man's hands were tightly clutched, and his sharp fingernails were embedded in the flesh, as if blood was spreading among his fingers.
The seeds of hatred permeate the cold blood flowing through the limbs and bones.
That was something that Ji Qingfeng would never want to mention in his life—
Bad breed!
Ji Qingfeng pressed his eyes, the blue veins on his forehead pounded wildly, and his shoulders trembled subconsciously. He was strong and calm, but his trembling body was telling his anger and excitement.
God knows how much he wants to pounce on and fight Xue Ling'er to death, but he can't. He is just a bastard. His father doesn't want him. His beloved girl is tortured by him. His
My mother has a family of three, and there is no him in that family.
Ji Qingfeng is painful, life and death are worse than life and death.
Qingge looked at Ji Qingfeng's crazy trembling back, his eyes dim.
If Ji Qingfeng was not talking for her, maybe she would stand by and watch.
But now, she can't.
Qingge took a step forward and put his hand on Ji Qingfeng's shoulder. Ji Qingfeng was surprised and opened his bruised eyes. When he turned around, he saw Qingge. Qingge's face was frost and he looked at him coldly.
In an instant, it was like a picture of eyebrows and eyes curved, and a smile filled with laughter.
Qingge looked at Ji Qingfeng with a smile. The smile turned out like the spring breeze sootheed Ji Qingfeng's anxiety and inner hatred.
Ji Qingfeng's dark heart seemed to reflect a ray of sunlight, bright and sad.
Qingge walked towards Xue Ling'er, and Jialan's students subconsciously made a way for her.
Delicate body and powerful aura. (To be continued)