The horse's hooves kicked upwards, dust and smoke were everywhere, and the majestic man was tall and fierce, holding the reins in his thick hands to control the strong horse to leap up and rush towards Qingge.
Underneath the strong horse, Qingge looks thin and slender.
Her face remained calm and understated. Her face, covered with a thin layer of frost, was expressionless and lazy. There was a little blood demon flower between her eyebrows, just like cinnabar, as delicate as the morning sun. She raised her eyes indifferently.
Here we zoom in on a galloping horse.
Lan Shengyan looked at this scene jokingly, without adding fuel to the fire or wanting to help.
Xing Tumi frowned. In her memory, Ye Qingge didn't just accept the situation and let others slaughter the fish on the chopping board. But why didn't Ye Qingge not move? Didn't take action? Didn't he fight back?
No one knew that when the girl's white hair danced lightly, she seemed unmoved and allowed others to slaughter her. Under the cover of the heavenly spirit, in the thunder nest, the faint lightning suddenly released a dark cyan light.
The spiritual power moved in full force. Invisibly, his thoughts tightened, but he saw the body of the horse that was about to crush Qing Ge into powder. It was even more shocking than five horses being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.
A piece of blood mist was about to be sprinkled on Qingge's body. Qingge's eyes condensed, and the surrounding spiritual power formed a transparent barrier, isolating the bloody mist from the broken horse.
The man on the horse rolled to the ground. Fortunately, he was not low in strength. As his head fell to the ground, he suddenly pulled out a large black knife and thrust it into the ground. He then rolled over the knife and landed steadily.
Behind the knife, at the same time, he pulled out the knife.
The man had a ferocious look and a ferocious face. He glared angrily at Qingge as if he was the enemy who killed his father, "Witch, what kind of witchcraft did you use?"
There was an almost invisible flash in Qing Ge’s eyes——
Perhaps because of the plane space and ancestral inheritance, there are very few spiritual masters on the Four-Star Continent. Apart from the Qingsha clan who made a contract with Jialan Taizu, the only famous spiritual master is Dongling.
Aventurine passing by.
The psychiatrist’s thunder calamity makes people frightened.
What's more, generally speaking, people who have practiced Reiki cannot become spiritual masters, and spiritual masters have nothing to do with Reiki.
Qingge suddenly thought of Qingsha Liangliang, the woman who sadly died and wanted to kill her beloved one.
It is said that after Qingsha Liuli entered Jialan, her talent was much worse than that of Jun Ruoli and Bi Xishuang.
Qingge thought maybe it was because she was from the Qingsha clan, a spiritual master, and had no attainments in spiritual energy cultivation.
However, the miserable childhood made Qingsha Liangli want to escape from the Qingsha clan, or maybe she didn’t want to live in the Qingsha clan refining spiritual energy pills until her life was exhausted. Therefore, Qingshaliang tried every possible means to escape from Qingsha.
In the Sha clan, in Jialan, her talent was not good enough and she felt resentful. By some mistake, she learned that a certain treasure could turn things around and increase her talent.
She went astray and used her body as a bargaining chip to get the treasure.
Later, she became Garland's highly respected Qingsha Wanderer, but she lost her heart.
Therefore, when the burly man rode a fierce horse and rushed towards Qingge, Qingge had no aura or evil spirit around her body. She used her thoughts and spiritual power to crush a huge fierce horse. Normal people would not think that it was the spirit.
Master, after all, this is impossible.
Qingge smiled lightly, glanced at the burly man with her slender phoenix eyes, and said nothing. Deep in those cold and thin eyes, there was a strong murderous aura.
Seeing that Qingge was neglecting him like this, the burly man took a big knife and wanted to step forward to take action. Thinking of the previous scene when his mount exploded into a mist of blood, the man became frightened.
But in front of so many people, he couldn't get off the tiger, so he could only bite the bullet and attack Qing Ge.
Yes, there is Xue Ling'er watching next to him. He attacks furiously. If he doesn't take action at this time, wouldn't he be disloyal to Xue Ling'er?
At this moment, Jialan and others seemed to be united in an instant. Seeing that the burly man was about to attack Qing Ge, they all rushed in front of Qing Ge to form a towering wall that could withstand harm.
Among them were Hong Yi, Zhan Jieyu, and even Ji Qingfeng.
Although Ji Qingfeng's bleeding wound was healed by the Immortal Flower, his nose and face were still bruised and swollen.
He glanced at the burly man coldly, then turned to look at Xue Ling'er who was sitting on the horse, and said: "Master Snow, Miss Ye is my only disciple, Dean Jialan. Although your alchemy house is rich and powerful,
Jialan is not afraid, if you people from the alchemy house dare to hurt her even a little bit, Jialan will never give up."
"Are you threatening me?" Xue Linger's face darkened.
"Don't dare to threaten, just discuss the matter." Ji Qingfeng spoke clearly and said.
Xue Ling'er stared at Ji Qingfeng with cold eyes. For a long time, she evoked a sarcastic smile and said in a sinister tone: "I went to Jialan a few years ago and met you once. I think you are the old man Wu Yu and others.
You are a bastard left behind by your wife who eloped in an affair, right? Let me ask you, in what capacity and what qualifications do you have to speak in front of me? You little bastard, a son of a bitch, dare to scream in front of me? Or do you think you can?
Instead of Jialan?”
"What a joke. When will Jialan let a bastard stand up and speak?" Xue Ling'er smiled wildly.
The pain in his heart was touched, and the scars were vividly revealed. Ji Qingfeng's face turned white and blue in turns, extremely ugly.
Under the blue sleeves, the man's hands were clenched tightly, with sharp nails embedded in his flesh, and blood seemed to be spreading between his fingers.
The seeds of hatred are permeated in the cold blood flowing in the limbs and bones.
That's something Ji Qingfeng doesn't want to mention in his life——
Bastard!
Ji Qingfeng closed his eyes, the veins on his forehead were beating wildly, and his shoulders were shaking subconsciously. He was strong and indifferent, but his trembling body was telling his anger and excitement.
God knows how much he wanted to pounce on Xue Linger and fight to the death, but he couldn't, he was just a bastard, his father didn't want him, and his beloved girl was tortured by him until she was like a human or a ghost.
My mother has a family of three, and he is not in that family.
Ji Qingfeng was in pain, worse than life and death.
Qingge looked at Ji Qingfeng's crazily trembling back, her eyes dim.
If Ji Qingfeng hadn't spoken for her, maybe she would have stood aside and watched.
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 frosty and she looked at him coldly.
In an instant, his eyebrows curled up and his smile overflowed.
Qingge looked at Ji Qingfeng with a smile, and that smile was like the spring breeze that soothed Ji Qingfeng's anxiety and inner hatred.
Ji Qingfeng's dark heart seemed to be reflected in a ray of sunlight, bright and sad.
Qingge walked towards Xue Linger, and Jialan's students subconsciously made way for her.