Suddenly, a strange sound came to my ears.
It contained no emotion, revealing a kind of emptiness, as if it had been cut off from the world. That unique ruthlessness made Feng Qingyang tremble all over. It wasn't because he was afraid, but he seemed to have heard this feeling somewhere before.
Looking back, he saw that Liu Xuan had come to his side without him knowing when. Looking at the anxious White Rhino Cave Master, a hint of displeasure flashed across his eyes.
"This man is greedy and extremely selfish. Cooperating with him is like working with a tiger. I'm afraid that if something unexpected happens, we will have to get rid of him first before we can feel at ease."
Liu Xuan's hollow voice appeared in his mind again. Feng Qingyang was indifferent and did not answer. What he said was indeed reasonable, but how he knew that Bai Xi was a human was unknown.
"Friend Liu is right. I used to regard this man as a hero, but now it seems that I was wrong." Feng Qingyang smiled awkwardly and transmitted a message to Liu Xuan.
The spiritual conversation between the two did not alarm the other people present. At this moment, everyone was staring at the White Rhino Cave Master who was working hard on the hilt of the sword outside the Five-Colored Altar.
The white rhino has the blood of the Great Sage in his body. Unlike the others who only have one thousandth or a little bit, he has direct general bloodline. It is such a powerful bloodline that allows him to break through the realm of the Demon King with great force, and he is also the best among the Demon Kings.
But this person has no ambition to make progress. He relies on the power of his bloodline to be promoted to the Demon King, rather than relying on his own talent. It can be said that his foundation has long been exhausted. If he wants to break through again, it will be harder than ascending to heaven.
In the passage, there were faint roars of rhinos. Everyone took a step back at the same time, using their magic power to resist the harsh roar.
"Do you think he can pull out the hilt of the sword?" After a long time, about half an incense stick of time, the white rhino still did not give up and retreated, but continued to use his magic power, his face flushed red.
"It's a bit risky. The hilt of this sword is spiritual and seems to be able to choose its own master. If it can be pulled out by external force, I would have done it long ago." The most powerful man sneered disdainfully. Although his face was full of regret and helplessness, what he said was the truth. This thing really could not be made by external force alone, but it was a kind of fate.
"Who do you think is most likely to obtain the hilt among us?" The man who had been following Bai Xi suddenly said, and as he spoke, his pair of bright eyes stared straight at Feng Qingyang.
"Needless to say, if nothing unexpected happens, I think only this Taoist friend has that ability." The man holding the gourd laughed strangely and pointed at Feng Qingyang.
Although the words were unpleasant to the ear, they did not imply any other meaning. Feng Qingyang could naturally sense this, so he did not say anything but responded with a smile.
In his opinion, this was indeed the case. The Xuanhuang sword sheath was in his hand. If he wanted to pull out the hilt, the scabbard was of vital importance. Without the scabbard, no one could pull out the hilt.
Sure enough, after a stick of incense, the White Rhino Cave Master finally retreated. Compared with the most powerful man who showed no joy on his face, he was far inferior.
His face was ashen, filled with reluctance and jealousy. Looking at the eyes of the people around him, he felt as if they were laughing at him. He snorted coldly and retreated to the edge, then closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. No one knew what he was thinking.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang sneered, and his impression of the white rhino was lowered again. He thought to himself that it was true that one cannot judge a book by its cover.
"No one is here? Then I'll go." Seeing that no one spoke, the middle-aged man who followed the white rhino looked excited and shouted to the surroundings. Then he quickly stepped forward and walked towards the hilt of the sword impatiently.
Little did he know that the moment he moved forward, the White Rhino Cave Master, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, shot him a resentful look, and then turned his head away and ignored him.
"What I can't have, you can forget about getting. Do you think I did that period of time just to draw the sword?" Bai Xi snorted in his heart, looking at the man walking forward, his eyes were even colder.
Although he hid very deeply, he was still discovered by Feng Qingyang. Seeing this, his face changed and he thought to himself that it was not good, fearing that this sinister villain had tampered with the hilt of the sword.
While he was thinking, he heard a scream from the front. He focused his eyes and looked in the direction of the scream, but saw that the man's body seemed to be poisoned and turned red in a moment.
The terrifying thing was that not only did the color change, his slightly thin body began to swell, and if you listened carefully, you could vaguely see tiny cracks on it.
"If you want to continue drawing the sword, you will have to bear the supreme pressure of the great saint bloodline of my White Rhino clan." Everyone was surprised, but the White Rhino seemed to be prepared, with a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth.
Not long after, screams were heard 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, and there was no flesh and blood on his palm. The white bones were clearly visible, which was extremely horrifying.
"There may be some changes in this sword." Everyone muttered to each other, and only Feng Qingyang knew what the changes were. Although he was not sure, he could tell from the ferocious smile of Bai Xi that he had tampered with it.
"Who will go?" Feng Qingyang took a deep breath and looked at everyone. His eyes were steady, without any impatience. Everyone should have the opportunity to collect such a treasure. Besides, he had the Xuanhuang scabbard, so he was not afraid that any of them would be able to take the hilt.
As he spoke, the Yin-Yang Monster and the man holding the gourd both shook their heads. They had their own magic weapons, although the hilt of the sword had infinite attraction to them.
But if they had it in their hands, could they really keep it? They were extremely sensible people. Although they were greedy, everything else was nothing compared to life.
Moreover, the tragic appearance of the man who drew the sword before was truly terrifying. In this forbidden area full of dangers, they naturally did not want to take any more risks.
As long as they could collect the dragon's blood and leave this place safely, it would be the greatest injustice. Thinking of this, the two of them immediately stated their principles.
As a result, Feng Qingyang and Liu Xuan were the only ones who did not step forward. For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on them.
"Daoyou, I give you two choices."
"What choice?" Feng Qingyang said in a deep voice. The two of them communicated with each other through their spiritual consciousness. Others naturally didn't know what they were talking about, but seeing that they were silent, they made random guesses. Maybe they didn't want to draw their swords either. After all, the probability was too rare.
"For one, I refuse to draw my sword, but when I get out, you have to treat me to a big meal."
"Secondly, if you obtain the hilt of the sword, you still have to treat me to a big meal. How about that?"