She, Yang Jiaomi, will not be weaker than that bitch!
She is a genius from Wanling Academy!
Thinking like this, Yang Jiaomi became confident again.
She touched her throat that had been stained by Ye Qing just now, but found nothing unusual, and her face gradually darkened.
"Bitch, you're dead!"
Yang Jiaomi shouted and took out her iconic whip.
"It's a whip of thorns!"
"Who in Wanling City doesn't know that Yang Jiaomi's thorn whip is a unique skill? If she can be forced to use the thorn whip, this woman is quite capable!"
"Indeed. However, once the thorn whip is sacrificed, this woman will be dead!"
…
Everyone was talking a lot, looking at the khaki whip in Yang Jiaomi's hand, their eyes filled with awe.
But I saw that this so-called thorn whip was covered with barbs and looked like a natural vine.
"Poinciana?"
Ye Qingran raised his eyebrows and said softly.
"I didn't expect you to know about the Poinciana tree, but you are quite knowledgeable."
Yang Jiaomi scoffed coldly.
Yes, her thorn whip is made of poinciana wood.
Poinciana is one of Zufeng's favorite plants, and Phoenix loves it second only to the phoenix tree.
Phoenix wood is extremely rare, and its texture is very tough. Especially after being burned by the Phoenix flames for many years, it has evolved to be as hard as steel while retaining its softness.
If anyone is whipped, even a strong practitioner will have his skin and flesh torn apart, and he may even lose his head and body!
"You have also heard that my thorn whip can kill you if you strike it. But if you kneel down and kowtow to me to admit your mistake, maybe I will consider sparing your life and beat you until you are half dead and then stop."
Yang Jiaomi said proudly.
She became more and more convinced that she had just underestimated the enemy and was touched by Ye Qingran.
Ye Qingran didn't hurt her just now, maybe it was just because of his lack of ability?
"If the same happens, I'll return it to you."
Ye Qingran said softly.
"Since you are looking for death, then I will help you!" Yang Jiaomi shouted angrily, waving the thorn whip in her hand towards Ye Qingran.
Her expression was sinister, and her attack was so fierce that she wanted to tear Ye Qingran into pieces.
The thorn whip was swung in the air, making a very scary sound.
"What is she doing? She's not hiding?"
"I think she was frightened!"
…
Everyone saw Ye Qingran standing motionless and not hiding. After being shocked, they realized that she might have been frightened.
Also, Yang Jiaomi's thorn whip was notoriously bloody, and Ye Qingran might have been frightened.
Everyone thought that Ye Qingran was dead, and that her children would also die miserably.
"Trash!" Yang Jiaomi thought so too. The corners of her lips raised a proud arc, and her eyes were full of disdain for Ye Qingran.
However, the next second, she was stunned.
Not just her, everyone present was stunned!
Because Ye Qingran actually grabbed the thorn whip when it hit!
"Oh my God!" Everyone's eyes froze.
What kind of hand dares to pick up the thorn whip without any protection?
Yang Jiaomi's pupils shrank heavily.
"How is that possible?" She was shocked.
She pulled the whip and tried to regain control of the thorn whip, but she failed.
The other end of the thorn whip was held in Ye Qingran's hand. No matter how much she pulled it, it would not move at all!
"Let go!" Yang Jiaomi ordered loudly.
"That's it?" Ye Qingran sneered, and the words he spat out were full of contempt for Yang Jiaomi.
That's it?
"Smelly Sanba, let go quickly, or don't blame me for being rude!" Yang Jiaomi gritted her teeth and threatened.
"It's not impossible to let me go. How about you kneel down and apologize to me and my sons, and I'll give you the whip back?"
"You want me to apologize to you, a bitch who is so useless? Who do you think you are? Are you and your bastard son worthy enough?" Yang Jiaomi said angrily.
"Really? In that case, don't blame me for being rude." Ye Qingran said, with a thought, a cluster of flames quickly burned on the thorn whip, and it became stronger and stronger, towards Yang Jiaomi's end.
spread.
The flame showed a dark green color. If anyone who was in the Demon God's ruins was present, they would definitely recognize that this flame was the Netherworld Evil Fire!
"Huh?" Seeing her whip being wrapped in flames, Yang Jiaomi was stunned for a moment, then showed a disdainful smile.
"Hahaha, fire?" Yang Jiaomi laughed loudly, "Smelly Sanba, don't you know that the Phoenix tree is a sacred tree that has been roasted by the Phoenix fire? Even with your humble flames, you can't believe it.
Burning my poinciana is just a dream!"
After everyone heard this, they all looked at Ye Qingran with mocking expressions.
The thing that the Poinciana tree is not afraid of the most is flames. This woman used flames to deal with the thorn whip, which was obviously the wrong method.
"Eye is a good thing, but you are blind!"
"What do you mean?" Yang Jiaomi frowned and took a closer look again. She found that a section of the thorn whip had been burned into charcoal!
"How could this happen?" Yang Jiaomi finally started to panic.
At this time, the evil fire from the underworld was about to spread to Yang Jiaomi's hands.
"The Poinciana tree is not afraid of flames because it has never encountered a really powerful fire!"
What?
Yang Jiaomi's heart trembled. At this moment, the Netherworld Evil Fire was less than a foot away from her wrist. She gritted her teeth and had to throw away the thorn whip, otherwise the flames would spread to her body and she would be in misery.
Yang Jiaomi watched helplessly as the thorn whip she was so proud of was about to be burned to ashes by fire, and her heart was filled with resentment.
But at this moment, Ye Qingran sucked the thorn whip on the ground into his hand, and the flame disappeared in an instant.
"Well, even though a part of it is burned, it can still be used."
"Stinky Sanba, what are you doing? Who told you to touch my thorn whip? How can you, a bitch like you, touch my things?"
Ye Qingran turned his eyes and looked at Yang Jiaomi, "What am I going to do? Of course, I'm going to treat the other person in the same way I treat him!"
There was a hint of coldness in her tone, and Yang Jiaomi couldn't help but tremble in her breath.
"How dare you! This is Wanling Academy, who do you think you are? If you dare to do anything to me, I will make you, mother and son, die without a burial place!"
"I dare you to know right away. And it's time for you to shut up."
After Ye Qingran said these words, Yang Jiaomi, who was originally planning to curse, found that she couldn't speak anymore!
"Ah~" she could only make a sound of 'ahhhh',
Yang Jiaomi was very frightened. What happened to her? Why was she speechless?