Chapter 151: Why should you compete with me for my favor if you are just a piece of junk?
Author: Ruixuefengnian
Chapter 151: Why should you compete with me for my favor?
"I wonder what kind of guarantee you can give me, Master?"
Judge Wen asked with a puzzled expression. In his eyes, the young man in front of him was just an ordinary person. How could he contain the tyrannical monsters that were about to cause chaos on both sides?
"Of course with the sword in my hand!"
Feng Qing'an replied calmly. He reached out and touched it from his waist, and a shiny snow-white long sword appeared in his hand. It was the sword given by the mountain god, Qingshen.
"Master Feng!"
When the literary judge saw Feng Qing'an taking out a sword out of thin air, his expression suddenly changed. He immediately understood that the young man in front of him was not an ordinary person he had seen, but he just failed to see through it and made a mistake.
It was also at this moment that Judge Wen felt an unprecedented dangerous energy. This danger did not come from the two wolves beside the young man, but from the young man himself who had been ignored by him.
That's right, recalling his brother's outstanding achievements in the past few years, apart from that, in the territory of the Jin Dynasty, those mountains and rivers righteous gods who only accepted canonization and ignored orders have not known how much they have become in recent years.
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How could being brothers with such a person be ordinary? However, this also overturned the speculations of their ghosts and gods. If that person was the reincarnation of a man in heaven, it would be normal for his blood relatives to be mediocre. However, this young man also has extraordinary characteristics.
What can I do? Is this the case?
It would be fine if they were born together, but these two brothers were clearly reincarnated as two heavenly beings several years apart. They both fell into the same family. What kind of merit did the parents of these two people cultivate? To be able to have such good fortune.
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"Master Literary Judge!"
Feng Qing'an's eyes have turned red at this moment. He has mobilized the power of the Blazing Sun Tree. At this moment, even just looking at the changes in his appearance, you can see that he is extraordinary.
"Mr. Feng, it's not because I'm bothering you, but it's actually my duty!"
Looking at the young man who had a strange phenomenon manifested on his body, the judge stared at it for a long time, and then cupped his hands.
"So, please give me a sword, Master!"
"Um?!"
Hearing this request, Feng Qing'an looked confused. This was the first time he heard such a strange request in his life. He politely asked him to chop himself.
"Are you sure?"
"I am convinced!"
Judge Wen was so steadfast in his oath that he was ashamed to say that even though the young master showed his strength, he still couldn't see his strength or weakness. Something obscured his vision, preventing him from seeing clearly.
Naturally, it was impossible for him to let the young master remove the concealing treasure from his body. Such a request was obviously to enmity with others, so he could only let the young master cut him with a sword.
As long as he receives a sword, he will naturally have a sense of what level his strength is and whether he has the ability to suppress the two demons.
As for whether he can withstand a sword, he has not considered it at all. What a joke, where is he now, but in Jiangyang City, the divine power is at its peak, and no monster with a brain will fight with ghosts and gods in the city.
"Is that so?"
When the other party made such a request, Feng Qingan immediately knew his intention, and he still wanted to weigh his own worth.
"Appraisal!"
[Race: Incense God]
[Attribute: God, ghost]
[Potential level: Lord·Medium]
[Combat power level: Lord·Medium]
After a quick glance, Feng Qing'an understood clearly that he was on the same level as the White Wolf Lord. In this case, there was nothing to worry about. He held the Green God Sword in his hand, unsheathed it, and swung the snow-white sword down. Yanlong
The sword energy roared loudly, and it pounced on Judge Wen, whose expression changed greatly.
Originating from the netherworld, the flaming Yang energy generated in the extreme Yin caused the ghosts and gods around them to scream in surprise. Even the ghosts who were not targeted by Feng Qingan screamed in pain, subconsciously pulling away from each other.
The distance of the sword Qi wielded by Feng Qingan.
"How is this kind of power possible?"
As for Judge Wen who faced Feng Qing'an, he was even more shocked. He never expected that the power Feng Qing'an controlled was of such a masculine nature.
If it were other powers, it would be easier to say. With the blessing of the incense power he gained in the city, he could fight even a big demon and maybe capture him alive.
However, as a ghost and god blessed by incense, Wenben is essentially restrained by the power of the flaming sun. It is completely different from the great demon White Wolf Lord. The White Wolf Lord only needs to withstand the power of the sword itself, but he needs to withstand the yangyan.
The burning heat and the restraint of this power on ghosts.
With just a sword, the Judge's body seemed to have substance, and his divine body was several feet tall. The solid figure suddenly became illusory, and his tyrannical aura instantly fell away.
"Master Feng..."
At this moment, Judge Wen felt regret in his heart, and he even had an emotion that he wanted to express out loud.
You are so restrained in the power of the Yin spirit, but you didn't tell him earlier. Do you think too highly of him as a civil judge, or are you dissatisfied with him for coming to the door without complaining?
Such a scene made the accompanying officials and ghost servants look dumbfounded. Their expressions were full of fear, and some of the less virtuous ones even began to tremble.
With their nature, it is difficult not to be afraid of Feng Qingan's power. After all, the power of Yangyan he controls at the moment was born in the netherworld.
If we talk about the extremeness of this power and the restraint of ghosts, even the power of the sun in the human world may not be much better than this power, or even slightly inferior.
"Master Literary Judge, are you okay?"
Seeing the ghosts and gods in front of him whose bodies were so illusory that they seemed to be dispersed by the wind, Feng Qingan was also startled and sheathed his sword. This was the first time he had witnessed the power of Yang Yan restraining Yin spirits.
As an innate Yin spirit, Nan Ge just hates this power and doesn't like to be close to it. As for Donghuang, let alone that. If it weren't for the lack of innate origin, Feng Qing'an felt that she had already transformed from a Yin spirit body to a Yang spirit.
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And before he left, he had a lively exchange with the great demon White Wolf Lord. The great demon did not take the Flame Dragon Sword Qi he exhibited at all and ate them all, even if his hair was covered with them.
Burnt roll.
As a result of this exchange, Feng Qing'an also had a misjudgment when he saw that Wen Juan's combat power rating was consistent with that of White Wolf Lord.
It’s just a slash, no problem!
Who would have thought that with one strike of the sword, Judge Wen was almost killed? This attribute of restraint could actually reach such an extent.
"I'm fine!"
Seeing the concern that didn't seem to be fake on the face of the young man in front of him, Judge Wen felt depressed in his heart and could only force out a smile and pretend not to care.
"It's just consuming some divine power, it's nothing!"
Being unprepared and suffering such a heavy blow, it’s okay to be unable to say anything. As a ghost and god, I can only retain a little bit of my majesty.
Feng Qing'an just watched quietly as the figure of this majestic ghost and god slowly shrank, and the divine body gradually stared at it, pretending to be invisible, and asked aloud,
"Then Master Wenjian, my strength should still be in your eyes, right?!"
"I have already seen the master's strength. It is natural to balance these two monsters."
The literary judge glanced at the two monsters beside the young man, Yi Bai and Yi Hei, who were already squatting and lying on the ground watching the excitement, and felt even more depressed.
But now that this young master has proven his strength, he has nothing more to say.
If the master is weak but the demon is strong, then as a ghost and god, he must intervene, because the person who is nominally a demon is likely to be a puppet controlled by the demon. Such a demon will definitely cause trouble.
But in the case of the one in front of you, you only need to send ghosts and gods to the surrounding neighborhoods to take care of you for a period of time. Basically, there will be no major problems. After all, this Mr. Feng will never do anything that is alien to the human race.
"Then they..."
Feng Qingan looked at the two spirit dogs at his feet.
No matter how much he looks like a wolf, if he follows him into the city, he is a dog.
"Young Master can take them with you and keep them in the city, but you must not let them disturb the common people."
Judge Wen warned: It is a sin to interfere with the reproduction and reproduction of ordinary people.
"I am aware of this matter and must comply with it."
Of course Feng Qing'an would not torment the people for nothing. This request seemed to him very reasonable.
"I have resigned. I came here rashly tonight. I will disturb you a lot. I would like to invite you, Master Haihan!"
"There are ghosts and gods like Lord Wenjian who care about the people in this city. This can make people feel at ease!"
"Young Master is so complimentary."
The ghosts and gods then retreated, and an invisible curtain was torn down from the sky above Feng Qing'an's house. Feng Qing'an observed the changes with a thoughtful look on his face.
The courtyard he was in just now was temporarily isolated from the outside world. Everything that happened in it could not be seen by ordinary mortals. Otherwise, the entire city would be alarmed by just that sword energy.
“It’s really wonderful!”
Although the ghosts and gods were severely restrained by his power, Feng Qingan was still amazed by the subtlety of power they controlled. He could not support such a realm, let alone hide his figure in front of mortals.
This is also the problem that troubles Feng Qingan now. The power he can control now is not weak no matter what kind it is, but it is the simplest and crudest way to use it.
It's not like he hasn't thought about looking for someone to give him advice, so his first choice is Donghuang. After all, he can communicate at any time.
But after asking for advice several times, Feng Qingan discovered that Donghuang was indeed very powerful and talented. But she was really not suitable to be a teacher, especially when teaching him the basics. So Feng Qingan could only find another good teacher.
Master.
"Come on, you two, stop being idle and help me clean up the dust!"
Feng Qing'an suppressed his thoughts and looked at Heishan and Bai Yao with evil intentions. It would be good if the big dogs of ordinary people did not tear down the family, but he was so smart that he could control them.
Ouch~
Heishan let out a whimper, then wagged his tail, preparing to clean Feng Qing'an's bedroom. When he raised his head, his eyes happened to meet the little head protruding from Feng Qing'an's collar.
Roar~
The seemingly stupid Heishan subconsciously let out a menacing growl, with hostility in his eyes. He was ferocious and filled with evil aura. He was indeed an evil beast that stepped out of the netherworld.
When did it happen?
When it was not around, when did its owner have such a little thing?
It thought that the relationship between itself and its owner was close enough, but first it came to Nange, and then to Donghuang. Now it is no longer the ignorant dog it used to be, and it also understands that these two people have a strong relationship with its owner.
The meaning of master.
It is definitely impossible to compete for favor, but it is not shameful to condescend to these two, but now there is actually a little guy who wants to take his third place.
Intolerable!
"What's the ghost's name?"
Feng Qing'an looked at Heishan and saw through its thoughts at a glance. He slapped a chestnut mercilessly, then pulled the golden-scaled dragon out of his collar, spread out his fingers, and showed it to the jealous man.
Guys watch,
"Look clearly, this is the dragon armor that Donghuang gave me. It's a pair of armor. Armor, do you understand?"
Heishan's eyes widened and he looked at the little dragon that was wrapped around Feng Qing'an's fingers and roaring at it. He ignored the hostile move and after staring for a moment, he opened the corner of his mouth and showed a silly smile.
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It's not a living thing, it doesn't even have a soul, it's just a piece of junk with spirituality.
No threat!
Ouch~
Heishan, who was in a happy mood, couldn't help but howl, but just after half howling, Feng Qingan kicked him in the butt.
"What are you howling at so late at night? This is the city. It's a serious crime to disturb people's dreams. Get out and sweep away the ashes!"
Woo~
After being beaten, Heishan not only showed no anger at all, but raised his tail, swayed it constantly, and ran briskly towards the house on all four legs.
Its status in the heart of its owner is still stable. How can you compete with it for just armor? Does it have soft and thick hair like it? Does it have a loyal character that is hardworking and uncomplaining?
Broken copper and iron!
Yin ~
Seeing the black wolf that had ignored it and refused to respond no matter how provocative it was, Ming Longjia let out a low groan full of unwillingness, then turned back to look at Feng Qing'an, feeling aggrieved.
Minglongjia also has no reservations about anything about itself, and Feng Qing'an can feel all its thoughts and emotions.
"Ignore this idiot!"
Feng Qing'an played with the golden-scaled dragon, but he was not just playing with it. When his fingers brushed the fine scales of the little dragon, strands of soul power wrapped up the spiritual energy and blended into the little dragon's body, replenishing its lost spiritual energy.
Yun.
The endurance capacity of Minglong Armor is far beyond that of flesh and blood creatures. It does not need rest and buffering at all. How much Feng Qingan pours into its body will determine how much it can bear. Everything depends on Feng Qingan.
Yin ~
The little dragon let out a comfortable low moan, and just wrapped around Feng Qing'an's fingertips, enjoying it comfortably, but at this moment, many pictures and information suddenly flashed through its mind.
The little dragon was startled, and Feng Qing'an also seemed to be aware of it at this moment. He used the "Spirit-Sending Technique", and everything the little dragon could see at this moment was noticed by Feng Qing'an.
At a cursory glance, the young man was overjoyed, but upon careful review, Feng Qingan couldn't help but look disappointed.
It was the memory of a dragon, and the inheritance derived from the bloodline of the dragon clan.
But both the memory and the inheritance were in disgraceful condition, and almost nothing useful could be found.