This stick, the momentum is not strong.
After all, if a classmate really beat Ni Ruopan to death, Long Yunzhan would never let him go lightly.
But if this stick falls on Ni Ruopan, Ni Ruopan probably won't be able to get up for several days.
Many students gathered around to watch the play with expressions of being familiar with it.
"boom-"
There was a loud bang.
The person holding the iron rod, before the rod fell, his body was like a kite with a broken string, he flew upside down like a kite.
I saw a slender figure standing beside Ni Ruopan, with a mysterious wave rolling under his feet.
Apparently, she was the one who shot the student who was holding an iron stick.
A few students around the side showed displeasure: "Classmate Ye, she doesn't need your kindness at all, why do you help her again and again?"
The students didn't feel close to Ye Qingluo, especially when they learned that Ye Qingluo was only a profound practitioner of the ninth rank of Huangxuan, they felt even more disdainful.
But after all, the other party is a member of the class committee appointed by the class leader, and they are not as obvious to Ni Ruopan as they are.
Ye Qingluo squinted at Ni Ruopan, who was lying on the ground and weeping, and couldn't hide the impatience between his brows: "Get up!"
She didn't want to make a move.
But seeing Ni Ruopan's frightened expression, he thought of the scene in the afternoon when Ni Ruopan was clearly afraid, but still stubbornly stood up to speak for her.
She still rescued Ni Ruopan.
And more importantly, it is...
She really can't understand this bullying guy.
Ni Ruopan shrank on the ground, his face was full of embarrassment and shame.
"You know it's embarrassing and you know it's shameful, so get up now!" Ye Qingluo frowned, and snapped, "Here, pretending to be pitiful will never pay any attention to you!"
Ni Ruopan stared at Ye Qingluo incredulously with teary eyes, as if he couldn't understand what she meant by "pretending to be pitiful".
Ye Qingluo sneered: "Huangxuan's sixth grade is very low-level? Would it be a waste to pass the admission assessment of Shangxuan Academy? Put on a weak face all day long, and shed a few tears to win sympathy? Let me tell you, You will only make these people look down on you, laugh at you, and bully you even more!"
The sonorous and powerful voice, word by word, hit the hearts of many students.
The student who was thrown away by Ye Qingluo stood up with the help of other students, his eyes were also full of surprise.
Didn't Ye Qingluo want to help Ni Ruopan
Why are you reprimanding Ni Ruopan again now
"You're less self-righteous..."
Ni Ruopan wept and choked as she spoke, she curled up and bit her lower lip tightly.
"Although you are in the realm of Huangxuan, you are so powerful, you are a strong person, and you are valued by the squad leader... I have nothing, and you have no right to say that about me..."
Her tender body trembled slightly, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"I'm not qualified?" Ye Qingluo sneered, looking around at the students around him, "I think everyone knows that I am Ye Qingluo, the young master of Sanquan Sect."
The students were stunned for a while, and suddenly understood why Ye Qingluo asked this question.
yes!
How could Ye Qingluo not be qualified
For the past fifteen years, Ye Qingluo has been synonymous with trash!
As the Sanquan Zongfu, apart from possessing the Heaven-Defying Xuanxin Jade, which is enviable by others, she is a waste with no cultivation foundation!
Especially after that, there were rumors that she was dug out of Xuan Xinyu.
She is more qualified to say this than anyone else.
Ni Ruopan also reacted, the biting lower lip slightly loosened.
Yes, Ye Qingluo is a trash for fifteen years.
But now, she is standing in front of her, being made strong by herself...
If Ye Qingluo is not eligible, who is eligible