Hearing this, Feng Qingyang took the appraisal in his hand and examined it carefully.
After a long moment, he raised his eyebrows and said, "What? There's nothing on it!"
After saying that, he handed the appraisal slip in his hand to Tian Xuanji. Everyone stared at Tian Xuanji. This man was extremely mysterious, and his reputation was no weaker than Lu Xun's.
He was a master of divination and fortune-telling. Many people wanted him to tell fortunes for them, but they were all rejected by him. It was rumored that even Lu Xun was rejected when he asked him for divination.
One can imagine how famous he is. This time, Tianji Pavilion did not send any disciples here, and the arrival of Xuan Tianji really surprised everyone.
He was seen holding Feng Qingyang's appraisal slip, muttering something. Suddenly, the appraisal slip shook violently and exploded in front of everyone's eyes.
"Puff..."
Xuan Tianji's face turned pale, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes, but it was only for a moment. Then he raised his head calmly, looked at Feng Qingyang meaningfully, and said, "Red Devil, can you come with me to the other side to have a chat?"
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang's heart moved. When he saw his expression before, he knew that there might be some hidden meaning. And asking him to go to the other side to talk was obvious. There was definitely something he wanted to tell him.
Seeing that his face was calm and there was no murderous intent in his eyes, Feng Qingyang nodded and said, "That's exactly what I meant."
As he spoke, he moved his body and pretended to step out of the crowd, but at this moment, the atmosphere in the air suddenly changed.
The people who had originally surrounded him gathered together again, looking at Feng Qingyang with unfriendly eyes, as if they didn't want him to leave. Feng Qingyang was not a fool, and he immediately guessed what they were going to do.
A murderous intent suddenly grew in his heart. His eyes were as dark as water. He looked at everyone and said in a deep voice, "What do you want?"
His eyes were as sharp as lightning, and the coldness in his body was instantly released, making the people around him dare not look at him.
"Red Devil, what did you experience in the fog before?"
Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer and began to ask in a deep voice. This one sentence expressed the thoughts of everyone present at the moment. They all looked at Feng Qingyang with rapid breathing.
The matter of Yinlingquan is of great importance, especially the outbreak of fog last night, which actually swallowed up countless disciples alive. In their opinion, this is enough to threaten their lives.
That's why they are so nervous and cautious. Moreover, the intensity of the eruption of the Yin Ling Spring is no longer a simple Yin Ling Spring, it can almost be called the source of a dragon vein.
"What's in the fog? Don't you know how to check it out? What if you stop me? Are you planning to take action?"
As he spoke, his aura exploded in an instant, and a murderous intent that was almost condensed into substance spread in all directions. The faces of these people all changed, and they all secretly thought in their hearts that the murderous intent was so strong, but none of them took a step back.
They are geniuses and have their own dignity. What they are fighting for at this moment is not only their own dignity, but also for the sects they represent.
"Don't be so arrogant. We are all at the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage. We can fight against ordinary late Foundation Establishment stage beings. Don't force us!"
At this time, the person who spoke before spoke again in a deep voice, and his words drew everyone present in. When one prospers, all prosper; when one suffers, all suffer.
The others were not fools either. They snorted coldly at the person who spoke, but did not express their opinions. Their intention was naturally as he said. If a fight broke out, no one would care about their face and would attack him together.
"I'll say it again. If you want to know what's in the fog, go and investigate it yourself!"
After saying that, he snorted coldly, his body shook, and suddenly he was covered with ferocious armor. He had red hair and black eyes, and his sharp fangs flashed with cold light. He looked at everyone with murderous intent as if it was real. There was no fear in his heart, only a crazy murderous intent.
"Let's fight together!"
His red hair fluttered in the wind, making him look very domineering, but also a little lonely.
Seeing that the talks were about to break down, Ling Xuezhu stepped in at this moment, looked at everyone and said, "Do you still have any shame? You still talk about Tianjiao disciples. Are Tianjiao disciples so shameless?"
She was a woman with a hot temper, and she had both strength and background. At this moment, when he said such words, no one dared to insult her.
After all, a good man does not fight with a woman, and Lord Ling Xue is also a saint. For such a woman, they can only show kindness to her instead of offending her.
"Red Devil, you too, a grown man, how can you be so stingy? We are all here together, just tell everyone if you have any news, what will happen then?"
Then, she turned her head to look at Feng Qingyang and shouted at him, scolding him. Although she was scolding him, she couldn't hide the worry in her eyes.
"Hmph." Feng Qingyang looked around, the murderous intent in his eyes disappeared. He remembered that he still had to kill all of these people, so he put away his armor and deliberately said, "There are blood mosquitoes in the fog. I don't need to tell you what blood mosquitoes are, but you know it."
He paused and continued, "And the blood mosquito is the black mist. As long as we absorb a little bit of it, we will be possessed by it and then controlled by it to become the killer who kills our classmates indiscriminately. This is all I know. If you don't believe me, then I really can't help it."
Seeing his expression, it didn't seem like he was lying, and they were well aware of how terrifying the blood mosquitoes were. Looking at the swirling black mist, their scalps tingled, and they dared not get close anymore.
"Brother Tianji, let's go."
After saying that, he walked around the crowd and flew away. On the ground, Tong Hai saw it all clearly. When Feng Qingyang entered before, he was also worried for him.
A faint sound came from his ear, which was caused by his extremely fast speed.
Not long after, he landed on a cliff, facing the valley below and looking into the distance. Under the moonlight, his lonely figure was stretched out for a moment.
"Brother Tianji, do you have anything to say to me?" Feng Qingyang asked without turning his head.
Hearing this, Xuan Tianji walked forward, looked into the distance with him, and said with some pride: "Do you know what kind of Jian you drew?"
"Do you know what that mirror represents?" The series of questions, like a string of cannonballs, left Feng Qingyang stunned.
"No matter what it is, what does it have to do with me?" He answered straightforwardly. You know, many people asked Xuan Tianji to tell fortunes for them, but he never did it.
"I'll tell you about the Yin Lingquan matter!" After saying that, he looked at Feng Qingyang meaningfully, his eyes flashing and looking at Feng Qingyang with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to see something.
"You have a great weapon!"