she?
It is said that the beauty of women in the world has its own merits, some are as passionate as fire, and some are as tender as water. At this time, the girl on the dance floor is full of mysterious and unknown unique charm, and she wants people to get close to her involuntarily and get to know her.
According to the development of the story, the next step should be for this girl to select one of these princes and nobles through a competition, whether it is reciting poems and composing the right one, or talking all night long.
"I didn't find any clues about her, and I'm too lazy to compete with these people. It's just dancing. Sister Qing'er dances much better than her."
Qing Ya replied with an upright face, while Hua Qing'er's smart eyes behind him had bent into two crescents.
"You really know how to say these sweet words. I wasn't sure just now, but now, the clue you want is all on her body."
"Oh? Why do you see that?" Seeing how confident she was, Qingya couldn't help but be a little confused.
"Look at the legs."
"Oh." Qingya lowered his head obediently and looked at his legs.
"Tsk, stupid, who asked you to look at yourself?"
"Oh." Qingya turned his head in another direction, and then he was kicked hard.
"Does it look good? If you look at it again, I'll break the bridge of your nose." The woman in red retracted her right leg, looking like a fool.
Qingya touched his nose to hide his embarrassment and looked at the girl in the middle of the dance floor.
The hem of the green skirt only covered her knees. As she moved lightly, Qingya could see her mutton-fat jade-like thighs and healthy muscle lines, but other than that, Qingya did not Didn't see anything worth noting.
At this time, I saw the woman in red quietly raising her little finger. The skirt of the girl on the dance floor seemed to have been lifted up, revealing more beautiful reveries. Then she quickly returned to her original state, and no one was there. Notice this subtle change.
Although Qingya was admiring the girl's long legs, he still captured that fleeting moment.
Red cloud?
About four inches below the base of the girl's thigh, there was a tattoo of a flaming cloud. Qingya had just seen the same pattern during the day.
Wildfire Holy Cult.
Unexpectedly, the roots of the Wild Fire Sect have penetrated so deeply into this land. Money can indeed make people go round, but this is prosperity hanging over an abyss.
However, the subsequent development of the story was slightly different from Qingya's imagination.
"My lords, I know you all want to discuss poetry, song and dance with me all night long, but after all, I am just one person and I can't handle it."
Ethereal as the roar of a deer in the forest, such a voice should have been a ballad far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, but now it spoke such ambiguous words, making everyone want to move.
"Why don't you... why don't you all come and compete with me? Whoever can beat me, I will go with him." As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall shouted and wanted to compete.
That's right, the little girl who looks so soft and weak seems like anyone can bully her. No wonder they are so excited.
However, not long after, a young master was thrown away by a slap and hit against a pillar. A trace of blood was oozing from the red mark on his face, and even two knocked out front teeth came out of his mouth. The noisy sound also stopped suddenly.
"I said, don't look at me all over."
In the middle of the dance floor, the originally weak girl now looked like a proud Valkyrie, clapped her hands easily, tied her shoulder-length hair into a ponytail, and looked at everyone with a provocative look.
"It's just a useless playboy. It's nothing. Just let me tame your fierce horse."
A man with a beard walked out of the crowd and came to the center of the dance floor. His muscles were intertwined with each other like the roots of an old tree. He was as tall as a brown bear in the wilderness, and his whole body was full of strength.
At this moment, the original dance floor has become a arena.
"Drink"
The big man was the first to take action. He raised his thick arms and rushed forward, followed by a punch. It looked very powerful. If an ordinary person was hit, he would have to lie down for several months.
However, before this punch reaches the opponent's eyes, it stops there and cannot move forward.
"What...what's going on?"
The girl pushed her slender palm forward, and the big man's fist stopped suddenly as if it hit an invisible wall.
Seeing this situation, the big man punched more than a dozen times in succession, trying to use brute force to break the obstacle in front of him. However, these fists as big as sandbags seemed to hit the water, leaving only a few ripples on the wall and then no more movement.
"It seems that you are not very good either."
After saying that, the woman flipped her palm and pushed it out. The big man flew backwards as if he was hit by a huge wave, knocked off a corner of the window, and fell into the lake.
"Who else?"
However, no one dares to take a step forward now. Although these princes and nobles are rich and powerful, they are just mortals. They still know this.
"A bunch of trash. In this case, you should disperse."
After saying that, she waved her arm and was about to leave.
"There is an unwritten rule among monks from all walks of life, that is, they are not allowed to use the power of cultivation on ordinary people. I'm afraid this girl's behavior is inappropriate."
The woman looked back and saw a young man in black clothes walking out. Although he was not as good as the weak crown, he was tall and straight, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. He stood there like a sharp sword unsheathed, with sharp edges. Get out.
"Be the first, right? I don't care about breaking the rules. If you can defeat me, I'll let you do it. Just take action."
After saying that, she flicked her sleeves, and a ball of fire rushed out towards Qingya like a swimming python. Qingya felt his eyes heat up, and tongues of fire were already in front of him.
"Royal."
Qing Ya raised his right hand, and a screen of light emerged from his palm, blocking all the gushing flames in front of him.
"Everyone get out of here."
Qing Ya shouted loudly, and everyone just woke up from a dream and left the hall in three steps and two steps at a time.
Although they were very curious about such a fight, when it came to their lives and property, it was better to stay as far away as possible.
The crowd quickly withdrew, and Qingya held on to the light curtain and moved forward step by step.
When the woman in green clothes saw Qingya approaching, she once again increased the strength of her hands. She saw that the originally spreading flame instantly condensed into a long and thin pillar of fire, focused into a point and struck towards Qingya.
"Qingtian Sword"
Qingya turned his palm into a finger, and saw golden light flashing, and the shadow of a giant sword was reflected on the light screen, blocking the surging fire.
"Thunder in the Palm."
When the fire gradually weakened, Qing Ya turned his fingers into palms again, and a ball of white light suddenly appeared in his palm, crackling around Qing Ya's hand.
Right now, seeing the opponent gradually losing strength in the stalemate, Qingya saw the moment when he was about to withdraw his attack, and like a thrown flying sword, before he could blink, Qingya came to the opponent and grabbed her slender body. wrist, and then, a burst of dazzling electric light flowed throughout the body of the woman in green.
"ah--"
After the woman let out a painful groan, she lost the strength to stand, her legs softened, and she lay down at the foot of Qingya.
However, it looked like she had no other injuries except that she was exhausted. She would be fine after a few hours of rest.
"How about, if you still want to fight, we can continue after you regain your strength?" Qing Ya grabbed her wrist and said condescendingly.
"Okay, I know you are merciful, otherwise I would have passed out long ago. I didn't expect to learn such a powerful Taoist teaching today. Hey, which sect are you a disciple of?"
She let Qingya hold his wrist and raised her head to look at him. It is said that a sickly woman is more beautiful than a weak woman. Now that she was weak and looking at Qingya, she looked even more charming.
"The way of humanity is indistinct, and the way of immortality is vast. We have traveled 90,000 miles from the rooftop to the earth to find the true immortal."
