Elder Miao San and Ye Qingluo fought more than a dozen moves.
Elder Miao San realized the strength gap between himself and Ye Qingluo.
His expression became more and more serious.
My heart was horrified.
It's unbelievable that the girl in front of her, who looks so weak that she can be strangled to death, actually possesses such great power!
Even he is not her opponent!
When did Beilan Continent have such a powerful girl
But for a moment, Elder Miao San was already covered with major injuries and minor injuries, and was thrown flying out in an extremely embarrassing situation.
Elder Miao San managed to gain a firm foothold.
The wounds all over the body involved muscles.
He grinned in pain.
I couldn't help cursing secretly in my heart, the insidiousness of this cheap hoof.
Ye Qingluo's wound on Third Elder Miao's body did not use profound strength at all, and hurt his internal organs.
but...
Unceasingly created one trauma after another for Elder Miao San.
Moreover, the injuries in each place are places that are easy to be involved and will hurt to the extreme.
At this time, the third elder Miao was as embarrassed as he wanted.
"You bunch of idiots! Hurry up and help Elder Ben!" Third Elder Miao roared angrily at the surrounding Miao people.
The forty or fifty Miao people were probably all frightened by Ye Qingluo's fierce fighting power.
No one came forward,
Elder Miao San stomped his feet angrily.
However, no matter how much he scolded or yelled.
Those Miao people all stood in place, staring at him with wide eyes.
Even though he was brutally tortured by Ye Qingluo, he was extremely embarrassed.
And the other side.
Under the protection of Gu Jingyu, the tea elder gathered all the villagers of Bujia Village in a corner of the tea shed.
Cha Lao hugged the things in his arms tightly, and looked at Ye Qingluo worriedly: "Young master, you...you can help your wife, we are fine."
Gu Jingyu put one hand behind his back, looking at Ye Qingluo's direction with complicated eyes.
He glanced at the villagers shivering behind him, but nervous and concerned about the situation.
In the end, she shook her head: "She can handle it alone, I'll just protect you. If you leave you, the Miao people will take advantage of it, and they may hold you hostage and threaten her."
When the villagers heard the words, they couldn't persuade them anymore.
Indeed, they were easily caught by the Hmong if they were left unprotected.
At that time, the little girl will be implicated instead.
...
Soon, the battle is over.
Elder Miao San was lying on the ground in embarrassment, covered in blood.
He has no strength to move.
The body was still twitching slightly, trembling.
Ye Qingluo casually flicked the long whip in his hand.
The whip pierced the air and made a "cracking" sound.
It was also mixed with a wave of air, which kept rolling.
Seeing this, Third Elder Miao trembled even more violently.
He shrank back in horror.
How can there be half a minute of high spirits on weekdays
Just now, he was bruised all over by Ye Qingluo.
Moreover, the sharp tingling pain on his body was not numb at all, and the meaning of stopping the pain, instead, it hurt more and more.
He screamed in pain.
If you want to faint, you can't faint.
In my heart, a shadow has already formed.
Ye Qingluo raised her eyebrows slightly, her long and narrow eyes outlined a very shallow arc.
She bent down and looked down at the trembling man because of fear: "Why? Didn't you want to teach me? Why are you shrinking to the ground? How can you teach me like this?"
Those words made Third Elder Miao blush with shame.
Ye Qingluo didn't seem to see his shame.
He smiled to himself and said, "Elder Miao San, don't be afraid, I won't take your life."