However, before she could think about it, Ye Qingran had already waved her thorn whip and attacked her. Yang Jiaomi dodged and dodged, but the thorn whip seemed to be alive in Ye Qingran's hands, and she changed it very flexibly.
He changed his direction and continued to chase her!
Yang Jiaomi gritted her teeth and dodged again, unexpectedly changing her route again.
She has never been as embarrassed as she is today in her life!
This is a shameful day for her, Yang Jiaomi, and she will remember it!
Yang Jiaomi thought she could avoid the thorn whip, but she didn't expect the thorn whip to predict her trajectory, appear on her new trajectory, and slap the first whip on her delicate body!
Bang~
The crisp sound made everyone present tremble.
Everyone was stunned.
Yang Jiaomi was beaten with her own thorn whip!
This feeling is crazy!
You know, it has always been Yang Jiaomi who whipped others with a whip of thorns until their heads were bloody.
Yang Jiaomi never thought that one day she would be whipped with thorns or at the gate of Wanling Academy. She was so angry in her heart.
"Bitch, I won't let you go!" She looked ferocious and tried to shout these words, but she failed.
"You didn't expect it, did you? One day, you will be beaten with the whip you are most comfortable with."
Ye Qingran raised his beautiful eyebrows and joked.
As he said that, he whipped down the whip again without mercy, leaving a deep blood mark on Yang Jiaomi's delicate arm.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I'm a soft-spoken person but not tough. It's useless for you to yell at me, but if you give in, maybe I'll let you go."
Subdued?
Yang Jiaomi's eyes were filled with fierceness, how could she possibly give in?
What a noble status she has? How could she give in to a bitch?
"Huh? Why don't you speak?"
Yang Jiaomi's teeth were itching with hatred. She finally realized that the purpose of Ye Qingran's touch to her throat just now was to make her unable to speak.
Bang bang bang~
Ye Qingran was not polite with his hands and used force to whip the thorn whip onto Yang Jiaomi. The pain was so painful that Yang Jiaomi was dying and rolling around on the ground, letting out painful ahhhhhhhhhhhh.
"This girl, it's almost okay, she needs to be spared and spared!" Someone stood up to stop her.
"That's right, you are so cruel, isn't it too much?"
"That's almost it. Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
Ye Qingran smiled, "If I were the one being beaten today, would you stand up?"
Those people were choked up by the question.
Obviously, they won't. The reason why they came forward is simply because Yang Jiaomi is a disciple of the White Tiger Academy. They are trying to make their presence felt, nothing more.
As for Ye Qingran, in their cognition, he was nothing.
Ye Qingran whipped Yang Jiaomi three more times, and she lay on the ground, trembling like a sow.
"Eh? Yang Jiaomi, if you can't hold on, you can admit defeat! If you say it loudly, won't I stop? If you don't tell me, how will I know if you can still hold on?"
Yang Jiaomi vomited out a mouthful of blood.
She was obviously angry.
How can there be such a despicable woman in this world?
It was obvious that she had used dirty tricks to render her speechless, yet she had the nerve to ask her why she didn't admit defeat in front of so many people?
Bitch, bitch, bitch!
Yang Jiaomi swore that she would never let Ye Qingran, mother and son go!
Ye Qingran saw the resentment in Yang Jiaomi's eyes, she smiled, raised her whip and struck it three times again!
This Yang Jiaomi was very vicious. He tried to ruin her reputation and make her life worse than death. She even had murderous intentions towards her sons. It would not be an exaggeration to kill such a woman!
The expression on Ye Qingran's face was indifferent, and one whip after another seemed to hit everyone's hearts, which was very scary.
So cruel!
They have never seen such a cruel person!
This is Wanling Academy!
Yang Jiaomi is also a disciple of White Tiger Academy, isn't she afraid of retaliation?
However, Ye Qingran controlled his strength, and the pain caused Yang Jiaomi to struggle, but he did not kill her. After all, this is Wanling Academy, and it would be very troublesome to kill a disciple in public.
"Sons, are you relieved?"
Xiaohu Xiaochen nodded in agreement.
"Since my sons don't care about you, then I will let you go."
Ye Qingran threw half of the thorn whip at Yang Jiaomi, then clapped his hands and walked towards Wanling Academy in a swagger.
"Wait! This is Wanling Academy!"
The gatekeeper of the academy blocked Ye Qingran, mother and son from the door.
They looked at Ye Qingran with dissatisfaction in their eyes.
"I know."
"I knew you were still trespassing? You beat up the disciples of the academy, but you still want to trespass into the academy? Do you really think that there is no one in our Wanling Academy?" The tone of the gatekeeper was very rude.
"I have a token." Ye Qingran was about to take out the token, but was interrupted by the gatekeeper.
"Token?"
"Hahaha, she said she has a token!" The gatekeeper said with a mocking look, "Tell me what token you have? A disciple token or a teaching token?"
After hearing this, the people around also smiled mockingly.
You must know that in Wanling Academy, only teachers and formal disciples have tokens, and other odd jobs do not have tokens.
In other words, a token is a symbol of identity.
Someone around said disdainfully: "Girl, if you don't take a pee and take a look at yourself, how can you possibly have the token of the Academy?"
"Why do you think all dogs and cats have tokens? It's really funny!"
"You think you can do whatever you want if you have some strength? Who do you think you are? So what if you defeat Yang Jiaomi? There are many talented and strong people in Wanling Academy!"
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The sound of ridicule was endless. Ye Qingran took out the token he had just received amidst the laughter of everyone.