Cold, a strange sound floated in my ears.

It does not contain feelings, showing a kind of emptiness, as if it has been cut off from the world, that unique ruthlessness, which makes Feng Qingyang tremble, not that he is afraid, but this feeling seems to have been heard somewhere.

Looking back, he saw that Liu Xuan had come to his side at some point, and his eyes looked at the white rhino cave master who was burning urgently, and a touch of displeasure flashed with disgust.

"This person is insatiable, and extremely selfish, cooperating with him is tantamount to conspiring with the tiger, I am afraid that once an accident happens, he will be eliminated first to rest assured. ”

In his mind, Liu Xuan's empty voice appeared again, the wind was clear and indifferent, and he did not answer, what he said was indeed reasonable, but how he saw that the white rhino was a human being, then it is not known.

"Liu Daoyou is right, I used to see this person as a hero, but now it seems that I have lost my eyes. Feng Qingyang smiled and said to Liu Xuan.

The divine conversation between the two did not alarm the others present, and at this moment, everyone looked intently at the white rhino cave master who was working the hilt of the sword from the five-colored altar.

The white rhino has the bloodline of the Great Sage in his body, not only one thousandth or a little bit like the rest of the people, but directly has an ordinary bloodline, and it is such a strong bloodline that can make him break through the Demon King's powerful realm, and he is also the best among the Demon Kings.

But this person doesn't want to forge ahead, relying on the power of the bloodline to promote the demon king, not relying on his own talent, so to speak, his foundation has long been exhausted, and if he wants to break through again, it is simply more difficult than ascending to the sky.

In the passage, there was a faint roar of a rhinoceros, and everyone invariably took a step back and at the same time exerted their mana to resist the piercing roar that came.

"Do you think he can pull out the hilt of the sword?" After a long time, about half a pillar of incense passed, the white rhino still did not give up and retreated, but continued to exert his mana, and his face was flushed.

"It's a bit hanging, this sword hilt is psychic, it seems to be able to choose its own master, if it could be pulled out with external force, I would have made it out a long time ago. The strongest power sneered disdainfully, although his face was full of regret and helplessness, but what he said was the truth, this thing is indeed not something that can be made by external forces alone, but will be a kind of fate.

"How many of us do you say, who is most likely to get the hilt of the sword?" said the man who had been following the white rhino suddenly, as he spoke, a pair of shining eyes looked directly at Feng Qingyang.

"Needless to say, if there is no accident, I think it is this Taoist friend who has that kind of ability. The man holding the gourd laughed strangely, pointed at Feng Qingyang and said.

Although the words didn't listen, they didn't mean anything else, which Feng Qingyang could naturally feel, so he didn't say anything, but smiled.

In his opinion, it is true, the Xuanhuang scabbard is in his hand, and he wants to pull out the hilt, the scabbard is the most important thing, without the scabbard, then others do not want to pull out the hilt.

Sure enough, after a stick of incense, the White Rhino Cave Master finally retreated, and compared to the most powerful Xi Xing, he was too much worse.

His face was pale, full of unwillingness and jealousy, looking at the eyes of the people around him, he always felt that they were laughing, and he snorted coldly and retreated to the edge, and then closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and he didn't know what the hell he was thinking.

Seeing this, Feng Qingyang sneered, and the image of the white rhino was once again lowered to the next level, and secretly said that it was really a human being.

"There's no one, then I'll go. Seeing that no one spoke, the middle-aged man who followed the white rhino looked excited, shouted around, and then walked forward quickly, impatiently walking towards the hilt of the sword.

As everyone knows, the moment he moved forward, the white rhino cave master who closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyes, and after shooting a resentful gaze, he turned his head and ignored it.

"What I can't get, you can't think of it, you think I was just trying to draw my sword before?" Bai Xi snorted secretly in his heart, looking at the man moving forward, his eyes were even more cold.

Although he hid it very deeply, he was still detected by Feng Qingyang, and when he saw this, his face changed, and he secretly said that something was wrong, I am afraid that this sinister villain has done something on the hilt of the sword.

Just thinking about it, he heard a scream from the front, his eyes were fixed, and he followed the scream, but he saw that the man's body seemed to be poisoned, and it turned red in a moment.

The horror was that not only did the color change, but his slightly emaciated body began to swell, and if you listened closely, you could see the subtle cracks of dissatisfaction in it.

"If you want to continue drawing your sword, you will have to withstand the supreme pressure of my White Rhino Clan's Great Sage Bloodline. Everyone was surprised, but Bai Rhino seemed to be prepared, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.

Soon after, the scream came again, the man's body was like a kite with a broken string, the hand holding the hilt of the sword exploded in an instant, a bloody piece, there was not an inch of flesh and blood on the palm, and the white bones of the forest were clearly visible, which was extremely terrifying.

"I'm afraid there is something wrong with this sword. Everyone muttered, only Feng Qingyang knew what had changed, although he was not sure, but the white rhino's hideous smile knew that he had done something to it.

"Which of you is going?" Taking a deep breath, Feng Qingyang looked at everyone, his eyes were steady, without a little impatience, this kind of treasure, everyone should have the opportunity to collect it, and he has a Xuanhuang scabbard, and he is not afraid that any of them can collect the hilt.

As he spoke, the old monster shook their heads, both the old man and the man holding the gourd, they had their own magic weapons, even though the hilt of the sword had an infinite attraction for them.

But if you hold it in your hands, can you really keep it? They are extremely knowledgeable of the times, and although they are greedy, they are nothing more than floating clouds compared to life.

Moreover, the tragic appearance of the man who drew his sword before was really terrifying, and in this dangerous forbidden place, they were naturally unwilling to take a little risk.

As long as you can collect the blood of the dragon, leaving this place safely is the biggest wrong, thinking of this, the two of them suddenly opened their mouths to explain their principles.

As a result, only Feng Qingyang and Liu Xuan did not step forward in the field, and for a while, everyone's eyes were focused on the two of them.

"Fellow Daoist, give you two choices. ”

"What choice?" Feng Qing's voice was clear, and the two of them transmitted their senses, and others naturally didn't know what they were talking about, but seeing that the two of them were silent, they were guessing wildly, maybe they didn't want to draw their swords, after all, the probability was too rare.

"One, I refuse to draw my sword, but when I go out, you'll have to treat me to a big meal. ”

"Second, if you get the hilt of this sword, you still have to treat me to a big meal, how about it?"