Divine Seal: I am the princess of the demon clan

This is the difference between demons and humans.

Feng Ling thought slowly.

The human race will remember, but the demon race will not, because the demon race itself is cold-blooded.

Cold-bloodedness is ingrained in their bones, and worshipping the powerful is their instinct.

They have no sympathy for the weak, only thoughts of deprivation.

This is the devil.

Even if the higher-level demons look similar to humans, their nature is still bloodthirsty.

This also makes it difficult for them to develop warm feelings.

"child."

Qiu Yonghao sighed and said this, his eyes became red and swollen.

"Thank you for sending Ye Shuai's sword back. On behalf of the Warrior Temple, I thank you for your kindness."

Looking at the divine sword of his former comrade returning to the Warrior Temple, Qiu Yonghao looked sad.

He remembered those comrades.

This is the eternal pain of the Warrior Temple.

If the Sword God of Light Ye Wushang survives, then in the eyes of the Warrior Temple, this dark age may come to an end.

Unfortunately, humans do not have the strength to protect this light, so it died more than two hundred years ago.

The death of Bright Sword God Ye Wushang was a great source of sadness for them.

Long Haochen could feel the sadness in their words, and he could understand the feelings of everyone in the Warrior Temple at the moment.

Long Haochen sighed softly and said slowly, "Palace Master, please accept my condolences. It was by chance that I was able to restore the glory of the Aria of the Goddess of Light, but it is too precious to the Warrior Temple. Even if I get the recognition of the sword and become its master, I still need to obtain permission from you and the predecessors of the Warrior Temple before I can use it as a weapon."

"Of course, I promise you and everyone present here that I will never let Senior Ye Wushang's sword gather dust in my hands."

When Qiu Yonghao heard the sincerity in his words, his brows slightly frowned.

His expression suddenly froze, and the look he gave Long Haochen suddenly became complicated.

He was very excited before, but there was a mystery hidden in what he said.

He didn't believe that Long Haochen didn't understand.

"old man."

Feng Ling sneered, a contemptuous smile bloomed on her face, "The divine sword recognized its master because it saw my nephew's unique talent. It is an honor for this divine sword to be my nephew's sword."

Just because of what Qiu Yonghao said, Feng Ling had no good impression of the Warrior Temple.

Because they wanted to take away Long Haochen's sword.

Feng Ling knew very well what that look meant.

It was precisely because Long Haochen did not continue talking in line with his words that Qiu Yonghao felt surprised.

It’s so funny!

Without Long Haochen's existence, this divine sword would not recognize its master and shine again. It can be said that when the divine sword recognized its master, its new myth belonged to Long Haochen, not to the Sword God of Light Ye Wushang.

Perhaps, this divine sword once belonged to Ye Wushang, the Sword God of Light, but now it belongs to Long Haochen - a divine sword wielded by the Son of Light.

If you want to steal the Aria of the Goddess of Light from Long Haochen, it depends on whether she agrees or not!

The Warrior Temple is a group of shameless people!

"Don't be too presumptuous!"

Xu Zhongliang immediately shouted at them, "This is the master of our Warrior Temple."

Hearing Feng Ling's offensive words, Xu Zhongliang naturally expressed his dissatisfaction.

"I know."

Feng Ling's expression remained unchanged, and she showed arrogance on her face. "If he wasn't the master of the Warrior Temple, I would have thought he was some shameless old man who relied on his status to bully others. Don't think that I won't beat you up just because you know Long Xingyu."

"When I get angry, I dare to beat up even Long Xingyu! What qualifications do you, an old man, have to be so arrogant in front of me?"

Protecting one's own shortcomings is the instinct of the rebellious demon dragon clan.

For Feng Ling, she can be cruel to Long Haochen, but she will not allow others to bully Long Haochen.

Because this is her nephew.

Their internal fighting is a family fight and has nothing to do with outsiders.

If outsiders want to bully them, they will have to bear their anger.

Feng Ling had the guts to beat up Long Xingyu back then, let alone an unknown Warrior Temple Master.

Feng Ling knew that this was dangerous and would expose her identity, but it didn't matter.

The important thing is that she can't hold it in.

If you want the aria of the goddess of light, you have to get the recognition of the sword yourself.

He doesn't have the ability but shows off in front of the younger generation.

If it wasn't for Long Haochen, she would have torn apart the master of the Warrior Temple and destroyed the entire Warrior Temple.

Feng Ling said as she stood in front of Long Haochen, "My eldest nephew's words are clear enough."

"Don't be so shameless, old man."

"Be bold!"

"This is the Warrior Temple."

The middle-aged man next to Xu Zhongliang started to scold Feng Ling directly.

"You are deaf. I told you I know this is the Warrior Temple."

"If this wasn't the Warrior Temple, I would have taken action directly instead of listening to you old bastards."

Faced with Feng Ling's arrogant words, their faces suddenly turned red.

They looked at Feng Ling with displeasure in their eyes.

"enough."

Qiu Yonghao said in a deep voice, "I have never heard that Bai Yue has a sister."

"I doubt……"

Before Qiu Yonghao could finish his words, the tip of a sharp purple sword was pointed in his direction.

This purple sword has beautiful star patterns on it, with dots of silver light flowing on it, like a rectangular star twinkling in it.

Feng Ling's cold voice suddenly rang out, "Palace Master Qiu Yonghao, if it weren't for my eldest nephew, I would have crippled you today."

"What are you doubting? Tell me more. I am not afraid of others taking advantage of their seniority, nor am I afraid of retaliation from your Warrior Temple."

Long Haochen watched the farce in amazement.

He didn't expect that his usually calm second aunt would show such a fiery side.

That’s the master of the Warrior Temple.

The fight between my second aunt and my father was many years ago. I guess my father stopped because of my mother's face.

"What an arrogant girl. This matter has nothing to do with you. This is a matter between Long Haochen and the Warrior Temple."

"Old bastard." Feng Ling looked at Qiu Yonghao with contempt, her eyes were extremely cold, "If you want my nephew's sword, it depends on whether you are strong enough in the Warrior Temple."

"You are presumptuous!"

Xu Zhongliang shouted angrily at Feng Ling, "Put down the sword quickly."

"You dare to point your sword at the Warrior Temple Master. Do you want to be hunted down by the entire Demon Hunter Group?"

Xu Zhongliang still had some rationality now because he also understood what Qiu Yonghao said.

What Qiu Yonghao wants is not the sword intent of Aria of the Goddess of Light, but the sword of Aria of the Goddess of Light.

He wanted this sword, which had already recognized its master, to remain in the Warrior Temple for use by the younger generation of geniuses in the Warrior Temple.

If Long Haochen’s identity wasn’t extraordinary, he wouldn’t be able to keep this magic sword.

This also led to disputes between the two sides.