The white rhino spoke, pointing to the front.

Looking along his defensive line, Feng Qingyang's breathing suddenly stopped, and in front of the passage was a five-colored altar, which was the same as the altar he had first entered.

But the strange thing is that this altar is divided into five plates, and to say that it is an altar is just a description, the main thing is that this altar seems to have been crushed by a great power.

Originally, it was supposed to be closed together, but these five-colored altars were forcibly isolated, and there seemed to be a powerful force in each of them, interfering with their reintegration.

Feng Qingyang did not speak, but quietly stepped forward, and when he approached the five-colored altar, he raised his eyes to look at the center, only to see a sword hilt inserted in it.

The hilt of the sword sank into the earth, and it was his existence that divided the five-colored altar, and the end of the sword did not know how much it entered the ground, looking at the traces of the altar's cracking, as if it had just happened.

And just as he approached, the Xuanhuang scabbard that was stored in the storage ring suddenly shook violently, and Feng Qingyang took it out and held it in the palm of his hand without hesitation.

As the scabbard was placed, the hilt of the sword on the ground also began to tremble, and under the vibration, a strong smell of blood spread in all directions, pushing the fragments of the five-colored altar in all directions to a farther place.

"Could this be the sword in the Xuanhuang scabbard?" Feng Qingyang was shocked in his heart, and a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, but his face did not show the slightest.

His surprise could not be concealed from everyone behind him, seeing that the wind was clear and silent, they stepped forward one after another, and when they saw the hilt of the sword, their eyes flashed at the same time.

Looking at the scabbard held in Feng Qingyang's hand, it is obviously a natural pair with the hilt of the sword, or the sword itself is one, if so, then who should this sword own?

It stands to reason that Feng Qingyang saved their lives, and this sword hilt should naturally belong to him, but in the face of the treasure, and it is also the time when this kind of treasure may come from the ancients.

When their hearts are moved, their hearts will give birth to ideas, and ideas will be derived at the moment they appear, ever-changing, and perhaps wisps of killing machines will quietly appear in them.

Feng Qingyang even prickly innocent of his guilt, this sword involves Xuanhuang, so he must not give up, let alone give up this sword hilt to others.

But if you collect it yourself, even if they don't say anything, I'm afraid that they will kill themselves in their hearts, and now is not the time to turn their faces with them.

Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang silently held the Fantasy Sword Scabbard tightly in the palm of his hand, and the huge mana directly suppressed it, making it impossible to see the flaws.

Looking back at the people beside him, several people had different faces, to be precise, their eyes were different, the man with the treasure gourd and the man he subconsciously believed in turned a blind eye to the hilt of the sword, and did not seem to be interested in it.

And the white rhinos, especially the most powerful power, looked at the hilt of the sword stuck in the ground, and their fiery gaze almost melted it completely.

Perhaps feeling their own abnormality, they came back to their senses with embarrassed faces, and although they restrained their minds, they still couldn't stop their eagerness for the hilt of the sword on the ground.

"If you like it, you can go and get it, this treasure is discovered by everyone at the same time, so it naturally belongs to everyone. Feng Qingyang's expression changed slightly, and he took a deep breath and said.

As he spoke, everyone was overjoyed, and if the wind was clear and they all said so, then they would have no worries about collecting it, but then they dispelled the idea again.

If it is really as Feng Qingyang said, let them collect it, I am afraid that he will leave a murderous intent, and if he wants to harm himself with his formation technique in this place, I am afraid that it will be easy to come.

But if you don't collect it, you'll watch the baby being put into someone's pocket, and that feeling is almost cutting their flesh and letting their blood go.

"Everyone, please listen to me. Just when everyone's minds were confused and uncertain, a low voice of the wind was heard in their ears again, and they immediately interrupted their thoughts and looked at the wind Qingyang standing beside them.

"I've heard before that all treasures are more or less spiritual, and they will automatically recognize the Lord, and we have found it together, so everyone has the qualifications and rights to receive them, so why not collect them one by one to see who this treasure will belong to. ”

He analyzed it very thoroughly, and the reason why he said this was because of the scabbard that was about to be suppressed in his hand at the moment, and he was convinced that the scabbard was in his own hand, and if they wanted to collect it, it would be a fool's dream, and it was precisely in this way that he had the confidence and confidence to let them collect it.

When everyone heard this, they secretly said that it was good to pay attention to the wind and the wind, after all, they are also grasshoppers with a rope now, and they are not easy to turn their faces, and they can't turn their faces.

Now I have thought of a compromise solution, everyone has the opportunity to collect it, so who does the treasure belong to in the end, everyone has no complaints, after all, they have collected it themselves.

"This is ridiculous!" Bai Rhino nodded, said meaningfully, and immediately looked at the super power in front of him that had cultivated to the highest depth, which was self-evident.

"Then I'll take the first step to test whether this treasure is related to me. The strongest man whispered, and then his body shook to the hilt of the sword.

But seeing that the hilt of the sword was pure black, and there were faint dragon scales shining on it, and the extraordinaryness of this hilt could be seen at a glance, he took a deep breath and slowly held the palm on the hilt.

The strong mana operated, and for a while, the small passage was suddenly filled with a super strong sense of oppression, and the wind cleared his pupils and shrank sharply, and he secretly said that it was so strong.

There was a violent tremor in the hand holding the sword, and there was a strong concussion force from the hilt.

"Can't I control you with my cultivation?" he let out a low shout, and his strong cultivation erupted, wanting to pull it out violently.

Having said that, this power had finally underestimated the hilt of the sword inserted into the five-colored altar, and even with his peerless power, he still couldn't shake it in the slightest.

After a long time, about a quarter of an hour, the crowd was patient, waiting for the mighty to give up the idea of continuing, but in fact, a discerning person could see at a glance that the hilt of the sword was not moved by him at all.

"Well, it seems that I have nothing to do with this sword, so come on. He sighed and looked at the few people behind him silently, his eyes full of unwillingness, but the more he did this, the more cautious he became about the origin of this sword.

With his withdrawal, Bai Rhino couldn't wait to step forward, looking at it, it seemed that he was extremely afraid of being taken away by others.

Seeing this, Feng Qingyang sneered, it was really extremely selfish, and he was simply an insatiable villain.

I thought that I cherished him that day, regarded him as a confidant, and thought that the other party was not inconspicuous, and he was a peerless hero.

And now the more he looks at it, the more disappointed he becomes, even if he sees the white rhino through, he can't help but shake his head silently, and secretly says that he actually has the wrong person.

"What are you thinking?"