Seeing the head of a giant leopard head-on, Ye Qingqian couldn't help screaming in fright even though she was mentally prepared.
"I don't intend to make trouble, so leave that girl to me, and I'll leave immediately, everything will be fine." Ye Qingluo snorted disdainfully, raised her charming eyes slightly, and looked directly in the direction of the girl.
The student who was carrying the girl was swept away by this look, and his hand softened, and the girl fell to the ground.
She blinked, her pure eyes showed a bit of fear and innocence, and she looked very pitiful.
Ye Qingluo flickered, turned down from Xi Jue sadly, and flew towards the girl.
Just when her hand was about to embrace the girl into her arms, suddenly there was a "pop" sound in the air.
I saw a soft whip, as fast as lightning, whipped fiercely, making a whistling sound in the air.
"Anyone who trespasses in the training forest of Shangxuan must be arrested and sent to the elders' department!" Ye Qingqian scolded, waving a long whip to stop Ye Qingluo's movements.
That whip was pulled extremely hard.
Ye Qingluo retracted his hands, and his body limply fell down, in an extremely strange posture, avoiding the long whip.
Ye Qingqian's beautiful eyebrows were suddenly twitched, and her face became extremely ugly.
Unconvinced, she turned the long whip over and threw it at Ye Qingluo's body again.
Ye Qingqian's natal weapon is the soft whip. Ye Qingluo destroyed a supreme whip before, and Ye Tiankuang found a long whip of excellent quality for her.
Although it is not as powerful as the previous magic whip, it is still the best of the best.
When the whip was swung down, there was still a trace of electric current running through the whip body.
"As expected of classmate Qingqian, the most talented beauty of the Sanquan School deserves her reputation." The students in the Gaoxuan class couldn't help but praise Ye Qingqian's movements and gestures.
These students are all top-notch.
But it can't stop them from praising the strong.
Ye Qingqian's whip technique was extremely elegant.
Every move is like dancing.
And the long whip, passing through the air, brought the sound of breaking wind, which made Wen Wen's heart tremble and fear.
Around them, I am afraid no one can avoid Ye Qingqian's whip.
Can…
What surprised them was that the woman in red and white gauze had a figure as nimble as a loach, and they couldn't catch her at all.
Every whip of Ye Qingqian fell to nothing.
The whip hit the surrounding ground, melting cracks one after another.
Ye Qingluo took out a dagger from the Minghuang Ring and approached Ye Qingqian.
The brilliance of the surrounding night pearls reflected the light of the dagger, making it extremely dazzling.
Ye Qingluo didn't use the Flame Devouring Fan, and based on Ye Qingqian's understanding of herself, she might be recognized as soon as she took out the fan.
Ye Qingluo is good at light weapons, and the dagger is no different from the feather fan.
That dagger, cut iron like mud, touched Ye Qingqian half an inch, and it was cut.
But the dagger flew at Ye Qingluo's fingertips, but it didn't hurt her fingers at all.
On the contrary, Ye Qingqian was forced to retreat by the dagger.
Ye Qingluo manipulated the dagger extremely sensitively, and slashed at her body at any time, as if it would cut her neck in the next second.
The terrain of the training forest is extremely unfavorable to Ye Qingqian.
The surrounding forests are dense, and Ye Qingqian's long whip is too narrow in the space, and it is resisted, so its power is not half as strong as that in a spacious place.
In particular, Ye Qingluo was too agile, and the surrounding trees became the best place for Ye Qingluo to avoid the long whip.