"Haha." Ling Luo chuckled and said, "It's really hard for a commoner girl to get into a refined society because of her ugly appearance. I'm afraid it will stain your eyes and disturb His Highness Sheen. That's the real crime that deserves to be punished."
The bishop had a fierce appearance. He glared at Ling Luo hatefully, then turned to Luo Xian and said: "Your Highness, please don't listen to the words of this folk succubus to confuse the public. There must be something weird under the hat. I'm going to go now."
Take it off for her."
Hearing that the bishop was coming to take off his bamboo hat, Ling Luo couldn't help but take a step back.
At this time, it is obviously not a wise move to expose your appearance.
As if by telepathy, at the moment Ling Luo retreated, Xuanyuan Yu stepped forward and blocked her in front.
The bishop stretched out his eagle claws, which were carrying strong winds, and was caught firmly by Xuanyuan Yu's hand.
"You can also touch my young lady?" Xuanyuan Yu scolded her coldly, playing the role of a sincere bodyguard.
The bishop is the person with the highest cultivation level in the Bingyao Temple, but it has never happened before that he was kidnapped with such a move.
He stretched out his other hand, with a water-blue halo in his palm. As soon as he took out his hand, a ferocious water dragon rushed towards Xuanyuan Yu's face.
Xuanyuan Yu's expression remained unchanged, and his other big palm drew a golden pattern in the air, firmly blocking the bishop's attack.
"Golden cultivator?" The bishop was shocked, with a fierce look in his eyes, "You are from the Jialan Empire!"
Xuanyuan Yu sneered, and without saying a word, he aimed a heavy punch at the bishop's abdomen and hit it hard.
"puff--"
The Lord Bishop spat out a mouthful of blood and took a dozen steps back, relying on the hard thousand-year-old ice pillar behind him to stabilize his body.
Luo Xien looked at Xuanyuan Yu in disbelief with a look of horror on his face.
This person is simply ridiculously strong.
"Your Majesty Bishop!"
"Mr. Bishop, are you okay?"
Thirteen clergymen in charge of the soul-calling ceremony in the temple stepped forward to support the bishop's injured body.
What a shame it is to trample the majesty of the bishop in the Temple of Bingyao.
"Thirteen of you, go up and capture those two traitors, and take back the temple's sacred object, the Cang Feather Eyes!" The bishop looked sinister and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his backhand.
After listening to the order, the thirteen clergymen quickly rushed forward and formed a tight circle around Xuanyuan Yu and Ling Luo.
A bloody battle was about to begin, and all the ordinary people in the Bingyao Temple showed panic on their faces and exited the temple one after another to avoid being harmed by innocent people.
That is to say, in an instant, there were less than a hundred people left in the huge Bingyao Temple.
In addition to the tense Prince Guards and Temple Guards, there were also Qin Xiaoya who was watching the show and the disguised soldiers he had brought with him.
"His Royal Highness Prince Xien, are you planning to fight in a group?" Ling Luo knew that a battle was inevitable and did not retreat any longer.
Luo Xien's face was tense, and there was a smile on the corner of his lips, and he said: "As long as the girl keeps the Cang Yu Eyes, everything will be easy."
Offending the powerful gold cultivators from the Jialan Empire is not a wise move either.
Ling Luo's lips curled up slightly and she sneered: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't do this."
Now that her face has been torn, there is no need for her to pretend anymore. Sooner or later it will be stolen anyway, so she might as well just steal it openly!