Unparalleled Female Match Counterattack

Chapter 321 The Gray Robe Man Appears

"A junior like you, how dare you look at me with such hatred? Let me see how hard your bones are today." The middle-aged male cultivator said coldly, his face getting colder, and he stretched out his hand to Su Qingwei again. Out of the palm.

The big palm turned into a big mountain and pressed down on Su Qingwei, pressing down bit by bit, she only felt that the muscles and bones all over her body were about to split.

But she didn't beg for mercy, but resisted tenaciously. The Qingmeng lotus fairy armor on her body glowed, and a stream of fairy energy was bred to relieve her pressure.

However, the opponent is very strong, even with the assistance of the fairy armor, it can only guarantee that Su Qingwei will not be oppressed immediately to the point of collapse.

She sighed inwardly, even if this person did not reach the Immortal Realm, he would definitely be a top-notch cultivator.

"Stars flash!" Su Qingwei exerted the power of the stars with all her strength, and with this move, she escaped from the range of the mountain in an instant.

She appeared a thousand meters away, gasping for breath, with traces of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, she was injured by that man's coercion.

There was a sense of grief and anger in her heart, that she was actually hurt by one of her own hands, and was repeatedly persecuted by the other party.

Where does this come from?Is it the Shui family or the Feng family?Her mind was spinning rapidly.

"Oh, there is a fairy armor body protection? But it's useless." The middle-aged male cultivator was a little surprised, and let Su Qingwei escape again, but he got close to Su Qingwei in an instant.

"You just look at it like this. Is this how we treat us when we come all the way to help the borderlands?" At this moment, Su Qingwei broke out completely and shouted out such a sentence with all her strength.

It's not that there are no monks on the street, it's just that they all chose to remain silent after being touched by the power of the middle-aged men. At this moment, Su Qingwei yelled loudly, but still no one dared to stand up and say a word for her.

The strength gap between the two sides is too great, and no one dares to stand out.

This is the cruelty of cultivation, strength is everything.Su Qingwei felt sad, and there was a wave of anger in her chest.

The middle-aged male cultivator also heard Su Qingwei's words, he just sneered and didn't stop him, and then he said: "A mere junior in the fusion stage dares to make noise in the city and don't teach you a lesson today, you will definitely cause more trouble in the future." Much trouble."

As he spoke, he stretched out a finger and struck Su Qingwei between the eyebrows.

His subordinates are measured, this blow will not kill her, but it is inevitable that the soul will be seriously injured.And the injury of the soul has always been the most difficult to heal, if it can't be cured, it will be useless.

This man is vicious!Su Qingwei gritted her silver teeth lightly, this blow blocked the space, making it impossible for her to avoid it.

Suddenly, a gray sleeve appeared in front of her eyes, and with a light flick, it deflected the blow for her.

Then, a man in gray robe appeared in front of Su Qingwei in an instant, protecting her behind her.

"Using the big to bully the small, what kind of bullshit are you." With anger on his face, the visitor scolded the middle-aged male Xiu.

The middle-aged male cultivator looked at the gray-robed man, felt the fluctuations in this man's body, and had some hesitation on his face, but he was replaced decisively in an instant: "She contradicted me, I just want to teach her a lesson."

"Fart!" The gray-robed man snorted coldly, a stick appeared in his hand, and he swung it at the middle-aged male cultivator.

The middle-aged male cultivator changed color, and the other party actually made a move as soon as he came up, just for such a junior in the fit period.

Surprised in his heart, he quickly dodged and shifted shape.

But with a "bang", he was still hit by the stick, and flew out with blood spitting out of his mouth.

The gray-robed man hit him with a stick, sending him flying hundreds of meters before he stopped.

The monks who had been on the sidelines were amazed, but they all felt relieved, especially some monks watched the whole process of the middle-aged male cultivator insulting Su Qingwei.

　I haven't been in a good state recently, and I'm trying to adjust~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)