Chapter 149: You are just a piece of scrap metal, why do you think you can compete for my favor?
"I wonder what guarantee you can give?"
Judge Wen asked with a puzzled look. In his eyes, the young man in front of him was just an ordinary man. How could he stop two powerful monsters that were about to cause chaos?
"Of course, with the sword in my hand!"
Feng Qing'an answered calmly. He stretched out his hand across his waist, and a lustrous snow-white sword appeared in his hand. It was the sword given by the mountain god, Qingshen.
"Mr. Feng!"
When Wen Pan saw Feng Qing'an take out a sword out of thin air, his expression changed instantly. He immediately realized that the young man in front of him was not an ordinary person as he had expected. It was just that he failed to see through him and had misjudged him.
It was also at this moment that Wen Pan felt an unprecedented dangerous aura. The danger did not come from the two wolves beside the young man, but from the young man himself, whom he had always ignored.
Yes, thinking back on his brother's outstanding achievements in recent years, let alone other things, within the territory of Dajin, those mountain and water gods who used to only accept titles but ignore transfer orders have become much more obedient in recent years.
How could he be an ordinary person to be a brother to such a person? However, this also overturned the speculation of the ghosts and gods. If that person was the reincarnation of a celestial being, it would be normal for his blood relatives to be mediocre. However, this young man also had extraordinary abilities. How could this be possible?
If they were born together, it would be fine, but these two brothers were clearly born several years apart. Two consecutive reincarnations of heavenly beings? They were both born into the same family. What kind of merits did their parents cultivate to have such a good fate?
"Master Wenpan!"
Feng Qing'an's pupils have turned red at this moment. He has mobilized the power of the Blazing Sun Tree. At this moment, even if you only look at the changes in his appearance, you can tell that he is extraordinary.
"Mr. Feng, it's not that I'm pestering you, it's my duty!"
Looking at the young man with strange visions on his body, Lord Wenpan stared at him for a while, then bowed his hands.
"So, please give me a sword!"
"Um?!"
Hearing this request, Feng Qing'an suddenly looked puzzled. It was the first time he had heard such a strange request in his life. He politely asked him to chop him.
"you sure?"
"I am sure!"
Judge Wen swore solemnly, but to his shame, even if the young man showed his strength, he still couldn't tell who was stronger or weaker. Something obscured his vision and prevented him from seeing clearly.
Of course, he couldn't ask this young master to remove the treasure that was concealing him. Such a request would clearly make enemies, so he could only let this young master cut him with his sword.
As long as he receives the next sword strike, he will naturally know the level of this young man's strength and whether he has the ability to suppress the two monsters.
As for whether he could withstand a sword, he had not even considered it. What a joke. Where was he now? But in Jiangyang Prefecture City, where divine power was at its peak. Any demon with a brain would not fight with ghosts and gods in the city.
“Is that so?”
When the other party made such a request, Feng Qing'an Yipin knew his intention and wanted to weigh his own weight .
"Identification!"
[Race: Incense God]
[Attributes: God, Ghost]
[Potential Level: Lord·Medium]
[Combat Power Level: Lord·Medium]
After a quick glance, Feng Qing'an understood in his heart that he was at the same level as the White Wolf Lord. In that case, there was nothing to worry about. With the Green God Sword in his hand, he drew the sword from its sheath, swung the snow-white sword down, and with a long roar of Flame Dragon Sword Qi, he pounced on Judge Wen, whose face changed drastically.
The fiery energy that originated from the underworld and was born in the extreme yin caused the surrounding ghosts and gods, who were no different from ghosts in essence, to cry out in surprise. Even the ghost messengers who were not targeted by Feng Qing'an cried out in pain and subconsciously distanced themselves from the sword energy wielded by Feng Qing'an.
"How is this kind of power possible?"
As for Judge Wen who was facing Feng Qing'an directly, he was even more shocked. He never expected that the power Feng Qing'an possessed was of such a masculine nature.
If it were any other power, it would be easy to deal with. With the blessing of the incense and divine power he obtained in the city, he would be able to fight against even a big monster, and maybe even capture it alive.
However, Wen Pan, who is a ghost and god blessed by incense, is essentially restrained by the power of the flaming sun. He is completely different from the great demon Lord White Wolf. The Lord White Wolf only needs to withstand the power of the sword energy itself, while he needs to withstand the scorching heat of the yang flame and the restraint of this power on ghosts.
With just one sword, the solid figure of Judge Wen, whose body seemed substantial and whose spiritual body was several feet tall, suddenly became illusory, and his tyrannical aura instantly dropped.
"Master Feng..."
Judge Wen felt regretful at this moment, and even had an emotion that wanted to burst out.
He was able to restrain the power of evil spirits, but he didn't tell him earlier. Was it because he thought too highly of Judge Wen, or was he dissatisfied with his behavior of coming to his house without telling him?
Such a scene made the accompanying officials and ghost messengers dumbfounded. Their faces were full of fear. Those with weaker temperaments even began to tremble.
Given their nature, it is hard for them not to be afraid of Feng Qing'an's power. After all, the Yangyan power that he possesses at this moment was born in the underworld.
If we talk about the extreme nature of this power and its ability to restrain ghosts, even the power of the sun in the human world may not be much stronger than this power, and may even be slightly inferior.
"Master Wenpan, are you okay?"
Feng Qing'an was startled when he saw the ghost in front of him whose body was so illusory that it seemed like it would be blown away by the wind. He sheathed his sword. This was the first time he witnessed the power of Yangyan restraining the evil spirits.
As an innate Yin spirit, Nan Ge simply hates this power and doesn't like to get close to it. As for Dong Huang, it goes without saying. If it weren't for the lack of innate origin, Feng Qingan felt that she would have long since transformed from a Yin spirit into a Yang spirit.
Before he left, he had a hearty exchange with the great demon Lord White Wolf. The great demon did not take his display of Flame Dragon Sword Energy seriously at all and took it all in, except that his hair was burned and curled.
As a result of this communication, when Feng Qing'an saw that Wen Pan's combat power rating was consistent with that of the White Wolf Lord, he also made a misjudgment.
It's just a sword strike, no problem!
Who knew that with one strike of the sword, Judge Wen was almost chopped to pieces. This attribute restraint was actually to such an extent.
"I'm fine!"
Seeing the genuine concern on the young man's face, Judge Wen was so angry that he could only force a smile and pretend not to care.
"It just consumes some divine power, it's nothing!"
Being caught off guard and hit so hard, it's fine that there's nothing he can say, but as ghosts and gods, he should at least retain a little bit of his dignity.
Feng Qing'an just quietly watched the towering ghost slowly shrinking, and the god gradually stared at it, pretending not to see it, and asked,
"Then Master Wenpan, my strength should be worthy of your approval, right?!"
"I have seen your strength, so it will be no problem for you to control these two monsters."
Wen Pan glanced at the two monsters, one white and one black, who were squatting and lying on the ground watching the fun beside the young man, and felt even more depressed.
But since this young man has already proven his strength, there is nothing more for him to say.
If the master is weak and the demon is strong, then as a ghost or god, he must intervene, because the person who nominally raises the demon is most likely a puppet bewitched and controlled by the demon, and such a demon will surely cause chaos.
But in the case of the person in front of us, we only need to send ghosts and gods to the surrounding blocks to watch over him for a period of time, and basically there will be no big problems. After all, this Young Master Feng will never do anything to cut himself off from the human race.
"Then they..."
Feng Qing'an looked at the two spirit dogs at his feet.
No matter how much it looked like a wolf, since it followed him into the city, it was a dog.
"You can take them with you and keep them in the city, but you must not let them cause trouble to the common people."
Judge Wen warned. It is a crime to disturb the common people from reproducing and growing.
"I already know about this matter and will definitely comply."
Feng Qing'an certainly wouldn't bother the people for no reason, so this request seemed reasonable to him.
"I will take my leave now. I am sorry for disturbing you by coming tonight. Please forgive me, young master!"
"In this city, there is a ghost like Lord Wenpan who cares about the people. This can make people feel at ease!"
"You are too kind, sir."
The ghosts and gods 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 where he had just been was temporarily isolated from the outside world. Ordinary mortals could not see what was happening there. Otherwise, the entire city would have been alarmed just by that sword energy.
“It’s really exquisite!”
Although the ghost was severely restrained by his power, Feng Qing'an was still amazed by the exquisite power they possessed. He could not support such a realm, let alone hide his body from the eyes of mortals.
This is also the problem that bothers Feng Qing'an now. The power he can control now, no matter which kind it is, is not weak, but the way of using it is the simplest and crudest.
It’s not like he hadn’t thought about seeking advice from someone. His first choice would naturally be Donghuang, after all, he could communicate with him at any time.
But after asking for advice several times, Feng Qingan found that Dong Huang was indeed strong and talented. But she was really not suitable to be a teacher, especially when it came to teaching him the basics. So Feng Qingan had no choice but to look for another good teacher.
"Come on, both of you, stop being idle and help me clean up the dust!"
Feng Qing'an suppressed his thoughts and looked at Heishan and Baiyao with ill intent. It was good enough if the big dogs of ordinary families didn't destroy the house, but these two of his were so smart that they could be used by him.
Awooo~
Heishan whimpered and then wagged his tail, preparing to clean Feng Qingan's bedroom. However, when he looked up, his eyes met the little head poking out from Feng Qingan's collar.
Roar
The seemingly foolish Heishan subconsciously let out a threatening growl, with hostility revealed in his eyes. He looked ferocious and murderous, and was truly worthy of being an evil beast that had stepped out of the underworld.
When did this happen?
When did this little thing appear on its owner's body when it was away?
It thought that the relationship was close enough, but first Nan Ge came, and then Dong Huang came. Now it is no longer the ignorant dog, and it also understands the meaning of these two to its master.
It is certain that it cannot win the competition for favor, but it is not shameful to condescend to these two. However, now there is actually a fool who wants to replace it as the third place.
Intolerable!
"What's the ghost yelling?"
Feng Qingan looked at Heishan and saw through his thoughts at a glance. He gave him a chestnut without mercy, then pulled the golden-scaled dragon out of his collar, spread out his five fingers, and showed them to the jealous guy.
"Look carefully, this is the dragon armor that Donghuang gave me. It's a set of armor. Armor, do you understand?"
Heishan widened his eyes and looked at the little dragon that was wrapped around Feng Qing'an's five fingers and roaring at it. He ignored the hostile behavior, stared at it for a while, then cracked his mouth and revealed a silly smile.
It is not a living being, and it doesn't even have a soul. It is just a piece of scrap metal with spirituality.
No threat at all!
Awooo~
Heishan, feeling cheerful, couldn't help but howl, but just as he howled halfway, Feng Qing'an kicked him on the butt.
"Why are you howling so late at night? This is in the city. It's a serious crime to disturb people's sleep. Go and sweep the ashes!"
Woo~
After being beaten, Heishan was not angry at all. Instead, he raised his tail, wagging it constantly, and ran towards the house on all fours.
Its position in the owner's heart is still solid. What can you use to compete with it with a mere piece of armor? Can it compete with its soft and thick hair? Can it compete with its hardworking and loyal character?
Scrap metal!
Chant
Seeing that the black wolf had ignored it and did not respond no matter how it was provoked, Ming Longjia let out a low groan full of unwillingness, then turned to look at Feng Qingan, a feeling of grievance also conveyed to him.
Minglongjia is also open about everything about itself, and Feng Qingan can feel all of its thoughts and emotions.
"Ignore this fool!"
Feng Qing'an was playing with the golden-scaled dragon, but he was not just playing with it. When his fingers brushed across the small dragon's fine scales, strands of soul power wrapped around spiritual energy and merged into the little dragon's body, replenishing its lost spiritual energy.
The Minglong Armor's ability to withstand stress is far beyond that of flesh and blood creatures. It does not need to rest or buffer at all. It can withstand as much as Feng Qing'an injects into its body. Everything depends on Feng Qing'an.
Chant
The little dragon let out a comfortable hum and just coiled around Feng Qing'an's fingertips, enjoying the comfort. However, at this moment, many images and information suddenly flashed through its mind.
The little dragon was startled, and Feng Qing'an seemed to have realized something at this moment. He used the "Spirit Parasitism Technique", and everything that the little dragon could see at this moment was perceived by Feng Qing'an.
At a quick glance, the young man was ecstatic, but after reviewing it carefully, Feng Qingan couldn't help showing disappointment.
That was the memory of a dragon, as well as the inheritance from the dragon bloodline.
But both the memory and the heritage are extremely damaged, and it is almost impossible to find anything useful.
