Chapter 20
What made Ye Qing Luo notice him wasn't his handsome looks, but that pair of eyes which were filled with introverted brilliance.
As deep as ink, no one could see through his emotions at first glance.
Ye Qing Luo quickly moved closer to him and the people on both sides could not wait to avoid her.
The man was the only one who stood still and waved his folding fan leisurely.
Ye Qing Luo moved closer to him and snatched the folding fan from his hand: "Master, let me borrow it!"
That folding fan felt good to the touch.
Ye Qing Luo played with it on her fingertips and felt that it was rather smooth.
"Good! Seventh Sister, how can you live up to your Young Matriarch status? Since you are so disobedient, don't blame me for being merciless! "Ye Qing Qian's beautiful face showed a slight twist.
If Ye Qing Luo was able to avoid the first whip, it was probably due to luck.
Then the second whip … it was absolutely impossible to avoid it based on luck!
Her psychedelic whip had never failed before!
No one had ever escaped from the illusion that she created!
When did this little slut become so powerful?
Looking at Ye Qing Luo's pair of bloodthirsty eyes, Ye Qing Qian's back suddenly turned cold and a few drops of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.
Her heart was filled with fear.
The one who made her afraid … was actually Ye Qing Luo.
The always arrogant Ye Qing Qian could not admit that she had developed a sense of fear towards a waste.
Profound Qi shook and the long whip in her hand ruthlessly pressed down.
Her eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"Eldest Sister still knows that I am the Young Matriarch?" Ye Qing Luo sneered and did not evade this time. Her fingertips moved the folding fan and faced the attack head-on.
Her footwork was extremely strange and she could accurately calculate the arc of Ye Qing Qian's whip, as well as the position of the whip, cleverly avoiding the attack of the whip.
Everyone could only see a red silhouette, like a magnificent sunset, flashing by.
In the blink of an eye, the feather fan in Ye Qing Luo's hand opened and closed and directly wrapped around the whip in Ye Qing Qian's hand.
The whip was stretched taut between the two.
"Ye Qing Luo!" Ye Qing Qian's eyes widened in disbelief as she exerted strength in her wrist, trying to withdraw the whip.
But no matter how much strength she used, there was no way to withdraw the whip.
How … how was this possible?
"Big sister, don't be anxious. The show … has just begun!"
Following that, Ye Qing Luo's slender hand danced, the folding fan in her hand seemed to have its own consciousness.
She let go of the handle of the fan, and the folding fan automatically spun like a fan. It spun quickly and completely wrapped the soft whip around the handle of the fan.
A two-meter-long whip was curled up in a split second, leaving only half of it.
The folding fan continued to spin and when it wrapped around Ye Qing Qian's long whip, a strong force forced Ye Qing Qian to let go of the whip.
The soft whip escaped from Ye Qing Qian's hand and when Ye Qing Luo opened her palm, the folding fan automatically returned to her palm.
"Big Sister's weapon is really not bad, it's even at the Supreme Grade." Ye Qing Luo's fingertips caressed the soft whip wrapped around the folding fan, a purple ray of light flashed.
Supreme-Being?
The people's eyes lit up as they stared unblinkingly at the whip.
Even if he couldn't use a supreme weapon, he could still feast his eyes on it!
"Seventh Sister ….." Ye Qing Qian's heart suddenly palpitated in fear as her voice trembled.
She hadn't finished her words when she saw a black shadow coming down from the front.
"Ah — —"
A sharp scream came out from Ye Qing Qian's mouth.