The corners of Taoist Miaofeng's eyes twitched hard and he fell silent.
"Haha, Miaofeng, we, Yu Gongque, imprisoned Cang Yu Guyan for taking the stolen goods. There is conclusive evidence."
Master Yun Ying was kind-hearted but actually a shrewd guy. He took a deep look at Taoist Miaofeng and said, "For the sake of our thousand-year friendship, why don't we each take a step back so that the world can be brighter?"
Taoist Miaofeng suffered a secret loss, but Yun Ying, an experienced Taoist, was holding his breath and couldn't let it out.
"I will definitely find the evidence!"
Taoist Miaofeng chewed a mouthful of silver pressure into pieces, his eyes filled with hatred.
Master Yun Ying laughed and said nothing more.
In the Tianjiao Ranking Qualifying Competition, on Arena No. 50, Ling Luo has completely won.
Song Yiran was lying on the ground, covered in blood.
She was utterly defeated.
She was so shameless that she felt humiliated. Her starry eyes were filled with tears of humiliation. She dug her small hands into the ground and bit her lips tightly. She tasted blood in her mouth.
"Give me back the Cold Soul Flying Sword——"
With tears streaming down her face, she moaned unwillingly and feebly in pain.
Ling Luo raised the corners of her lips slightly, turned around and got off Arena No. 50 without looking at Song Yiran.
"Luo'er."
Xuanyuan Yu was the first to greet him, his brows were as pale as stars, and the corners of his lips curved in an evil way.
"My Luo'er is so cool."
Xuanyuan Yu did not hesitate to praise him.
Ling Luo laughed out loud, followed Yu back to the rest table, sat down next to him, and then handed him the Hanso Sword in his hand.
"This is a magical weapon that Elder Songhe inside the door personally refined. Although it is of the ice type, it is also a holy light and pure yang attribute. It can be used as a tooth sacrifice for the heavenly weapon spirit."
She already has the Temple of the Sun in her hand, so there is really no point in keeping the stolen magic weapon.
Xuanyuan Yu didn't even have time to say anything, he just took out the Demonic Emperor Diagram, and with a "whoosh", the Cold Soul Sword in Ling Luo's hand was sucked into the Demonic Diagram.
Ling Luo's lips twitched slightly and she said, "This arrogant weapon spirit is really not polite at all."
Xuanyuan Yu was also quite helpless.
He stretched out his hand and spread out the picture of the Demonic Emperor.
What appeared in front of Ling Luo's eyes was a black demonic river flowing endlessly, as if it were three-dimensional.
Above the Demonic River, there is a demonic knife hanging, it is the Demonic Blade Wangtian.
At this moment, the cold soul sword was also sucked into the picture and soaked in the demonic river.
After a while, the Cold Soul Sword hung out from the Demon River and came close to Demon Blade Wantian.
Immediately afterwards, Wangtian began to eat away at the cold soul bit by bit, sucking up all the power of the pure Yang Holy Light.
The shadow of the Han Soul Flying Sword became darker and darker until it disappeared; in contrast, the shadow of the Demon Blade Wantian shone with a faint luster, and its aura was stronger.
"Thanks for the hospitality."
At this moment, a pretty girl's voice appeared in Ling Luo's mind.
Ling Luo was slightly stunned. This was the first time she had directly communicated with the Heavenly Weapon Spirit.
"But, Mansha, don't think that if you bribe me with a flying sword, I will admit you, huh~"
Wang Tian Qi Ling changed the subject and changed his tone, sounding a bit like a white-eyed wolf.
Ling Luo was speechless as her head was covered with black lines.
At this time, Ling Luo glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Du fanning his black butterfly wings, squatting on Xuanyuan Yu's shoulder, and blinking at himself.