"How dare a junior like 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 became more and more cold, and he stretched out his big palm to Su Qingwei again.

The big palm turned into a mountain and pressed down towards Su Qingwei, pressing down little by little, she only felt that the muscles and bones in her body were about to crack.

But she didn't beg for mercy, but fought tenaciously, and the Qingmeng Lotus Immortal Armor on her body glowed, breeding immortal qi to relieve her pressure.

However, the other party is very strong, even with the assistance of the immortal armor, it can only ensure that Su Qingwei will not be immediately oppressed.

She sighed secretly in her heart, even if this person didn't reach the Immortal Realm, he was definitely a top-notch Tribulation Period cultivator.

"Flashing Stars!" Su Qingwei did her best to use the power of the stars, and with the help of this move, she instantly broke away from the range of that mountain.

She appeared a kilometer away, panting, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, injured by the man's coercion.

She had a sense of grief and indignation in her heart, she was actually injured in the hands of her own people, and she was repeatedly persecuted by the other party.

From which side is this coming from? Is it the Shui family or the Feng family? Her mind was spinning.

"Heh, there is actually a fairy armor bodyguard? But it didn't work. The middle-aged male cultivator was a little surprised, and actually let Su Qingwei escape again, but he approached Su Qingwei in an instant.

"You guys just look at it, we have come all the way to help the frontier, is this how we are treated?" At this moment, Su Qingwei broke out in full force and shouted out such a sentence with all her might.

It's not that there are no monks on the street, but after touching the power of the middle-aged male cultivator, they all chose to be silent, and at this time, Su Qingwei shouted loudly, and still no one dared to stand up and say a word for her.

The difference in strength between the two sides is too big, and no one dares to come forward.

This is the cruelty of Xiuzhen, strength is everything. Su Qingwei's heart was gloomy, 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 only then did he speak: "A junior in the fitting period, he still dares to make noise in the city, if you don't teach you a good lesson today, you will definitely cause more trouble in the future." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out a finger and hit Su Qingwei's eyebrows.

His subordinates are measured, and this blow will not kill her, but it is inevitable that the soul will be seriously injured. And the wounds of the divine soul have always been the most difficult to heal, and if they can't be saved, they will be wasted.

This man is vicious! Su Qingwei gritted her silver teeth, and this blow blocked the space, making her unavoidable.

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

Then, a gray-robed man instantly appeared in front of Su Qingwei and protected her behind her.

"What kind of bullshit are you." With anger on his face, the person who came reprimanded the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged male cultivator looked at the gray-robed man, feeling the fluctuations on this person's body, and his face was a little hesitant, but he was replaced by decisiveness in an instant: "She bumped into me, I just want to teach her a lesson." ”

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

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

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

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

The gray-robed man struck him with a stick, sending him flying hundreds of meters before stopping.

The monks who had been watching from the side were all amazed, but they all felt relieved, especially some monks who watched the whole process of the middle-aged male cultivator bullying Su Qingwei before.