0p0 Chapter 185: The Arrogant Feng Ling
Chapter 185: The Arrogant Feng Ling
"hehe."
Feng Ling glanced at him coldly and said with disdain, "You guys are taking advantage of your age and shamelessly asking for weapons from a junior. Why should I be afraid?"
"You are not yet able to represent the entire Demon Hunting Group. If you don't have this ability, don't use this condition to threaten me."
"Also, I discriminate equally against everyone in the Warrior Temple."
"You are still eight feet tall men, but you don't want to be a good person, but choose to be a villain."
"Not only did I point my sword at Qiu Yonghao, I also called him by his name."
"What can you Warrior Temple do to me?"
Feng Ling smiled contemptuously.
She has been so presumptuous until now, but those guys haven't taken any action. They are just waiting for Qiu Yonghao's attitude.
What's there to wait for? She did this on purpose.
Not only was she intentional, she was also blatant about it.
She just couldn't stand Qiu Yonghao's attitude.
If their Warrior Temple was really capable, they would have sent people to obtain the approval of the Aria of the Goddess of Light long ago, and would not have let this divine sword fall into the mortal world for more than two hundred years.
You want to snatch the magic sword from the hands of a junior without having the ability. This behavior is really shameless!
Feng Ling became very angry after hearing what Qiu Yonghao said.
Family members can fight among themselves, but they are not allowed to be bullied by outsiders.
She was arrogant, but they didn't dare to do anything.
Qiu Yonghao's face looked extremely ugly. It seemed wrong for a grown man like him to argue with a young girl.
"You are too presumptuous!"
Qiu Yonghao couldn't hold it in any longer, his cloudy eyes were filled with anger, "This sword originally belonged to our Warrior Temple. Now that I have taken it from him, it is back to its original owner!"
"This magic sword does not belong to Long Haochen. It belongs to Ye Wushang, the Sword God of Light of our Warrior Temple!"
"It rightfully belongs to our Warrior Temple!"
Faced with the shameless behavior of this old man, Feng Ling got furious on the spot.
"A tree needs bark and a person needs dignity. If a person has no shame, he will be invincible!"
"This thing belongs to your Warrior Temple? Why didn't you awaken it more than 200 years ago? How did it fall into the hands of my eldest nephew?"
"If you, the people of Warrior Temple, had any shame, I wouldn't be so angry."
"Second Aunt..."
Feeling Feng Ling's anger, Long Haochen spoke up.
"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 very unhappy.
He was willing to leave his sword intent behind because of the contribution of Senior Ye Wushang, the Sword God of Light, to the alliance.
In addition, this divine sword was traded through Ye Weiyang, the descendant of the Sword God of Light Ye Wushang.
They had paid for goods in exchange for money, and it was an equal transaction. It could be said that they did not owe each other anything.
Naturally, this sword has nothing to do with the Warrior Temple.
He was willing to come to the Warrior Temple and leave the sword intent of this divine sword because of his inner feelings.
But now the people from the Warrior Temple want to take away the sword, and Long Haochen is of course unwilling to do so.
He was not so noble as to ignore dedication.
He could feel Feng Ling's protection for him.
He was not afraid of Qiu Yonghao getting angry, but he was afraid that Feng Ling would get angry and hurt herself.
"We the Warrior Temple act in an upright manner. Don't put the blame on us."
Qiu Yonghao became furious and looked at Feng Ling with cold eyes.
"hehe."
"Shameless fellow."
Feng Ling did not put down the sword in her hand, "You want the magic sword? Then come and comprehend the magic sword in my hand."
The sword in her hand is called the Starry Night Scar, a blade that ignores all defenses. With the blessing of the night, it can also directly destroy the opponent's soul, and the wound cannot be healed.
It can be said that this is a sword with eternal wounds, a divine sword with the attributes of the passage of time and destruction.
The power of this divine sword is countless times stronger than the Aria of the Goddess of Light.
What's more, Long Haochen has not yet been able to unleash the power of the Aria of the Goddess of Light.
Long Haochen was stunned for a moment. Is this the magical weapon that Second Aunt mentioned?
As expected of his second aunt, her first move was a divine sword.
"you……"
"For Long Haochen's sake, I don't bother to deal with a yellow-haired girl like you."
Qiu Yonghao said this through gritted teeth.
He was a ninth-level warrior, and he was fighting with a seventh-level junior. If this matter were to get out, it would definitely damage his reputation.
Moreover, their Warrior Temple is not in the right in this matter.
If news of someone seizing the junior's divine sword got out, it would be enough to bring disgrace to the Warrior Temple.
They knew that what Feng Ling said was true. Without Long Haochen, they really would not be able to see the light of the Goddess of Light's aria again.
This magic sword will never see the light of day again.
However, Qiu Yonghao never imagined that Feng Ling also had a magic sword in her hand.
The extraordinary appearance of the sword in her hand made it obvious that she was very powerful.
This girl is at level seven, and with that magic sword, she is really capable of fighting against a level nine warrior.
No wonder this girl is so arrogant.
It turns out that he is fearless.
Thinking of this, Qiu Yonghao's face became solemn.
“Haochen, this shameless Warrior Temple has reached a point where it cannot be saved. After all, the glory of the Warrior Temple more than two hundred years ago has long ended.”
"The Warrior Temple is now in decline, otherwise they wouldn't have done something like trying to steal a junior's weapon. What a foolish and ignorant act."
Feng Ling said with disdain.
She is not from the Warrior Temple.
The attitude of the Warrior Temple had 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, "Palace Master Qiu Yonghao."
"I came to the Warrior Temple for two purposes."
Originally, he came to the Warrior Temple for three purposes, but after knowing 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 settled down.
Long Haochen can't move.
It's his fault that his father and this yellow-haired girl are difficult to deal with.
Qiu Yonghao did not attack Feng Ling because he felt a death threat.
When the yellow-haired girl pointed the sword at him, he had a bad premonition.
The stronger a person is, the more he trusts his intuition.
"Hallmaster."
An elderly deputy hall master suddenly took two steps forward and said, "This yellow-haired girl's rude behavior is unforgivable."
"Today, you have to hand over this divine sword, whether you want to or not. If you do, we can forgive your previous offense. If you don't, don't blame us for being rude to you."
Feng Ling’s previous offense against Qiu Yonghao naturally angered the deputy hall masters of the Warrior Temple.
They were waiting for Qiu Yonghao's attitude, so they didn't attack Feng Ling.
"Just you?"
Feng Ling smiled faintly, "Nephew, finish what you have to say first, I will teach them a lesson later."
"Today you will be beaten even if you beg for mercy."
"After all, I won't let you go."