Chapter 1708 90,000 hours at the flick of a finger
Zhao Ting was so angry that he was itching his teeth: "Can anyone wear the Feng Ling robe of my Martial Arts Temple? Those people don't know how to think about it!"
Chu Yue remained silent, thoughtfully, briefly glanced at Zhao Ting, raised her jade hand and touched her chin: "As far as I know, General Zhao pursued the Master of the Medicine God Sect when he was young, but was rejected later.
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Zhao Ting's ears suddenly turned red, his eyes wandered from embarrassment, he coughed a few times, and said in a low voice: "The palace master is aware that even if the general has avenged his personal revenge, he is still thinking about the palace master."
Chu Yue smiled slightly.
Zhao Ting is an open-minded and genuine person.
"Palace Master, what should we do? The Master of the Medicine God Sect is very popular among the people."
Ye Juechen frowned.
"The reason why this group of people dared to act recklessly in the Martial God Temple was indispensable without the fanning and fueling of the flames by the Master of the God of Medicine."
Chu Yue said meaningfully: "And her purpose is not just to wear Feng Ling's battle robe once, but to force me to make things and disputes more intense. If she can't step down by then, there will be no backup."
The road is open, if she takes advantage of the situation and raises her arms, everyone will be led by her."
"There was no enmity between the Martial God Temple and the Medicine God Sect in the past, so why would they do this?" Ye Juechen was puzzled.
"Now, I have it."
Chu Yue's eyes burst out with bloodthirsty cruelty: "If she wants to play dirty, then I will let her try it openly and see if she has the ability."
"Hall Master, you can't do that."
Zhao Ting said hurriedly: "If she puts on the Feng Ling war robe, for the palace master and the Martial Arts Temple, she will definitely lose face, and she will not have the qualifications and requirements to get the Feng Ling war robe back."
The Ling War Robe is not a god-level treasure, but it is the belief of five hundred war gods, and it is the motivation for the brave warriors of the mainland to move forward."
Although Zhao Ting didn't want the Medicine God Sect Master to succeed because of his personal grudges, he subconsciously felt that the Medicine God Sect Master was more suitable for Feng Ling's robe than Chu Yue.
Just because he couldn't deny and erase the good deeds done by the Medicine God Sect Leader over the years, as well as her status and numerous achievements in Lingtian Continent.
"She can't wear it."
Chu Yue walked straight back to the depths of the Sun and Moon Palace: "Because, she is not the master of the Martial Arts Palace."
Zhao Ting and Ye Juechen both stayed on the spot motionless.
Only the eyes of Martial Ancestor were ignited with a scorching prairie fire.
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Chu Yue walked to the gorgeous palace and stopped in front of Feng Ling's shirt.
I stared at Feng Ling's shirt alone for a long time, like looking at an old friend separated by ninety thousand years of time and space.
Looking at the warrior gods who died heroically and died heroically five hundred times in the distance.
The peace of the world and the brightness of the continent were created by the heroic efforts of one hero after another without hesitation!
Ninety thousand years ago, although it was just a dream of Chu Yue.
But now, her eyes were red, and all kinds of emotions were rushing to her brows.
Raising your hand to touch the lines of Feng Ling's robe, the vivid feather totem can make you feel the vivid nobility even in a place without light.
After a long time, Chu Yue took a step back and handed over Feng Ling's shirt: "I'm sorry that I left you all behind. I couldn't fight side by side with all the Martial Gods in the last battle of sacrifice for righteousness, and I couldn't make the Martial God Temple flourish.
It has become the backbone of the five continents, and there is not even a Martial God. But please believe me, the future Martial God God will be congratulated from all directions and shine! ”
The words just fell.
Chu Yue bent down and said piously: "Ninety thousand years have passed in a blink of an eye. Ye Chuyue, the master of the Temple of Martial Arts, petitioned for Feng Ling's battle robe."
No matter whether the deceased warrior gods can hear her heartfelt voice.
But facing Feng Ling's jersey, even a flamboyant and arrogant person like Chu Yue would never be rude.
Then, he straightened up, carefully took off Feng Ling's battle robe, folded it neatly, put it in the treasure box and handed it to Ye Juechen's hand.
"Palace Master, do you really want to give her a try in public?" Ye Juechen hesitated and worried: "I'm still a little worried."
"It doesn't matter."
Chu Yue's brows glowed with confidence, and her eyes were as sharp as a knife blade.
She raised her chin slightly and said with a chilling air: "She can't take away my things, so she should let the world know that Feng Ling's war robe is not something she, the Medicine God Sect Master, can afford to wear."
"yes!"
Ye Juechen nodded and left.
"Wait a minute."
Chu Yue raised her eyebrows slightly, "How did you go about what I asked you to do?"
"What about the treasury of the Temple of Martial Arts? Don't worry, Lord, I've already taken care of it."
After saying that, Ye Juechen carried Feng Ling's battle robe to the Star Monument Square of the Martial Temple!
Star Monument Square is the largest indoor gathering place in the Temple of Martial Arts.
Different from other palace houses, this indoor square is made up of suspended star monuments.
And inside each ancient and mysterious planet monument, there is an independent space.
Perhaps it is a splendid and extremely luxurious palace, with books, mountains, and seas of gold, silver, and treasures inside.
Or perhaps it is a ruins of the Immortal Emperor, full of opportunities for martial arts and all kinds of unimaginable opportunities.
Divine beasts, artifacts, sacred books, etc. are not impossible.
But not every star monument can be entered freely. These star monuments connect to the sky and the void, absorb the light of the sun and the moon, and the power of martial arts, and contain endless power that needs to be explored.
So far, in the main square of the Martial Temple, only three low star monuments are open. They can be opened after obtaining the warrant from the Martial Ancestor and the Palace Master.
At this time, Xingbei Square was really lively.
Several major domain lords supported the pure woman in the middle.
"Master of the Medicine God Sect, in my opinion, this Feng Ling battle robe belongs to you, so please stop being modest."
"If even someone like you can't wear the Feng Ling war robe, how can others dare to wear it?"
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These domain lords emptied the domain's treasury just to take a gamble.
They bet all the treasury money on Chu Yue's opposition.
Therefore, as long as Ye Chuyue loses the qualification to wear Feng Ling's jersey, they will make a hundredfold profit.
The biggest owner of this gambling establishment is Guiyuedian.
They all want to make a lot of money from Guiyue Temple and enrich the national treasury.
"You guys are joking."
The Master of the Medicine God Sect seemed to be unfazed by favors and humiliations. He said calmly: "The Feng Ling war robe was given to the Master of the Martial Arts Hall by the gods of heaven. I am the Master of the Medicine God Sect. How can I be deprived of the love of the Palace Master?"
"The Master of the Medicine God is wrong. The war robe woven by the Gods of War is dedicated to the first Master of the God of War. She has long since disappeared into the sea of people, so this thing is ownerless."
The Lord of the Spirit Realm said.
The Master of the Medicine God Sect has a smile on her face, elegant and aloof, like a hibiscus in a mountain lake, making people involuntarily associate many beautiful things in the world with her.
After pondering for a while, the Master of the Medicine God tactfully refused: "No, Lord of the Spirit Realm. Even if it is a matter without an owner, it still needs the consent of Lord Ye. How could Lord Ye give up this thing and let me have a try?"
"Who said my palace master would be reluctant to give up?"
The loud voice of young people stirred up big waves in the river.