Chapter 185 The extremely arrogant Feng Ling
"Haha."
Feng Ling glanced at him coldly and said with disdain, "You are relying on your old age and are shameless enough to ask for a junior's weapon. Why should I be afraid?"
"Just because you can't represent the entire demon hunting group, don't threaten me with this condition if you don't have the ability."
"Also, I discriminate equally against the entire Warrior Temple."
"Thanks to you, you are still a man with eight feet. You should be a villain instead of being a good person."
"Not only did I point my sword at Qiu Yonghao, I also called him by his name."
"How can your Warrior Temple stand up to me?"
Feng Ling smiled contemptuously.
She has been so reckless that those guys haven't taken action yet, just waiting for Qiu Yonghao's attitude.
There is nothing to wait for, she did it on purpose.
Not only was it intentional, she was doing it blatantly.
She just couldn't stand Qiu Yonghao's attitude.
If their Warrior Temple was really capable, they would have sent someone to get the recognition of the Light Goddess Aria. How could they let this divine sword fall into the mortal world for more than two hundred years.
Trying to snatch the divine sword from the hands of a junior without the ability is really shameless!
After listening to Qiu Yonghao's words, Feng Ling became very angry.
The family can fight within themselves, but does not allow outsiders to bully them.
She was arrogant, but they didn't dare to take action.
Qiu Yonghao's face was extremely ugly. It seemed wrong for him, a grown man, to argue with a yellow-haired girl.
"You are too presumptuous!"
Qiu Yonghao couldn't bear it any longer, his turbid eyes were full of anger, "This divine sword originally belonged to our Warrior Temple. Now that I take it from his hand, it returns to its original owner!"
"This divine sword does not belong to him, Long Haochen. It belongs to our warrior temple, the Light Sword God Ye Wushang!"
"It naturally belongs to our warrior temple!"
Faced with this old man's shameless behavior, Feng Ling went crazy on the spot.
"A tree wants skin and a man wants face, but a man who is shameless is invincible!"
"This thing belongs to your warrior temple? Then why didn't you awaken it more than two hundred years ago? How did it fall into the hands of my nephew?"
"As long as you people from the Warrior Temple have some face, I won't be so angry."
"Second aunt..."
Feeling Feng Ling's anger, Long Haochen spoke.
"Don't get excited."
He was not a fool, so of course he understood Qiu Yonghao's hint.
The reason why he was unmoved before was because he was also unhappy.
He was willing to leave his sword intention because he remembered the contribution made by the Bright Sword God Ye Wushang to the alliance.
In addition, this divine sword was traded through Ye Weiyang, a descendant of the Light Sword God Ye Wushang.
They have money and goods, and they are equal transactions. It can be said that they do not owe each other anything.
Of course, this sword has nothing to do with the Warrior Temple.
He was willing to come to the Warrior Temple and leave behind the sword intention of this divine sword because of his inner emotions.
But now that the people from the Warrior Temple wanted to take away this divine sword, Long Haochen was certainly unwilling to do so.
He is not so noble as to disregard devotion.
He could feel Fengling's protection for him.
He was not afraid that Qiu Yonghao would be angry, but he was afraid that Feng Ling would be angry with him.
"We in the Warrior Temple act openly and aboveboard, don't put the shit basin on our heads."
Qiu Yonghao became furious and looked at Feng Ling with cold eyes.
"Haha."
"Shameless guy."
Feng Ling did not put down the long sword in her hand, "Want a divine sword? Then come and understand the divine sword in my hand."
The divine sword in her hand is called Starry Night Scar, a blade that ignores all defenses. With the blessing of night, it can also directly destroy the opponent's soul, and its wounds cannot be healed. It can be said that this is a sword with eternal trauma, a divine sword with the properties of time passage and destruction.
The power of this divine sword is countless times more powerful than the Aria of the Goddess of Light.
What's more, Long Haochen has not yet been able to display the strength of the Aria of the Goddess of Light.
Long Haochen was stunned for a moment. Is this the artifact that his second aunt said?
As expected of his second aunt, she wields a divine sword every time she strikes.
"You..."
"For Long Haochen's sake, I don't even bother to deal with a yellow-haired girl like you."
Qiu Yonghao gritted his teeth and said.
He was a ninth-level strongman fighting with a seventh-level junior. If word spread about this, it would definitely damage his face.
Moreover, their Warrior Temple is unreasonable in this matter.
Seizing the junior's divine sword, if word spread about it, it would make their warrior temple lose face.
They knew that what Feng Ling said was true. Without Long Haochen, they really would not be able to see the light of the Aria of the Goddess of Light again.
This divine sword will never see the light of day again.
However, Qiu Yonghao never imagined that Feng Ling actually had a divine sword in her hand.
Judging from the extraordinary look of the sword in her hand, it looks very powerful at first glance.
This seventh-level female doll, coupled with that divine sword, really has the ability to fight against a ninth-level strong man.
No wonder this girl is so arrogant.
It turns out that there is no fear of heaven or earth.
Thinking of this, Qiu Yonghao's face became solemn.
"Haochen, this shameless Warrior Temple has reached the point where it cannot be saved. After all, the glory that belonged to the Warrior Temple more than two hundred years ago has ended long ago."
"Today's Warrior Temple is getting late, otherwise I wouldn't want to steal a junior's weapon. It's really a stupid and ignorant behavior."
Feng Ling said disdainfully.
She is not from the Warrior Temple.
The attitude of the Warrior Temple has nothing to do with her.
If she hadn't considered Long Haochen, she would have started fighting right now.
"Second aunt, stop it."
Long Haochen shook his head at Feng Ling, "Master Qiu Yonghao."
"I came to the Warrior Temple for two purposes."
Originally, he came to the Warrior Temple for three purposes, but after learning about the Warrior Temple's ideas, he changed his mind.
He's not a fool.
Qiu Yonghao looked at Long Haochen's calm expression, and his heart finally died.
Long Haochen couldn't move.
Who makes it difficult for his father and this yellow-haired girl to deal with?
Qiu Yonghao didn't take action against Feng Ling because he felt a death threat.
Just when the yellow-haired girl pointed the sword at him, she had an ominous premonition in her heart.
The stronger the person, the more they trust their intuition.
"Master of the Palace."
An old deputy palace master suddenly took two steps forward and said, "This yellow-haired girl's rude behavior cannot be forgiven."
"You have to hand over this divine sword today, or you have to hand it over if you don't. If you hand it over, we can forgive you for your previous offense. If you don't hand it over, don't blame us for being rude to you."
Fengling's previous offense to Qiu Yonghao naturally angered these deputy temple masters of the Warrior Temple.
They were waiting for Qiu Yonghao's attitude, so they didn't take action against Feng Ling.
"Just you?"
Feng Ling smiled faintly, "Nephew, finish your words first, and I will teach them some lessons later."
"Today you will be beaten even if you beg for mercy."
"After all, I won't let you go, aunt."