Peerless Divine Emperor

The white-haired young man finally stopped when he saw the people around him. He slowly turned around, looked towards Jian Qi, and asked lightly: "What do you want from me?"

"I have a few questions I would like to ask." Jian Qi stared at the white-haired young man and continued: "Did you get anything in that space?"

"No comment." The white-haired young man said calmly.

Jian Qi's pupils couldn't help but shrink when he heard this, and he had no comment. In other words, he did get something?

At this time, Han Qian, Ning Wuque, Cang Tianfang, Yi Ji and others also reacted, their eyes flashed with a sharp edge, and they couldn't help but take a few steps forward. If the opportunity was really taken away by the white-haired young man, he would never let him Just leave so easily.

"It seems that you have obtained a treasure. Can you take it out for me to take a look at?" Jian Qi asked again, his tone still gentle, as if he was just saying an ordinary word. However, it made many people present frown. A cold.

If you get a treasure, you will naturally want to leave here as soon as possible. How can you show it to others?

Qin Xuan glanced in the direction of Jian Qi. Sure enough, everyone is greedy, even those with noble birth and evil talents. Jian Qi, as a swordsman of the Wuxiang Sword Sect, actually made such a request in public. , it seems that he is determined to get the treasure.

"No." The white-haired young man uttered a voice, his face still calm.

His answer was extremely simple, no.

He has never had the habit of showing his things to others.

"Isn't it possible?" Jian Qi raised his eyebrows slightly, but his face did not fluctuate much. He seemed not surprised by the result. It was impossible for him to agree to this request.

What's more, he knew that this white-haired young man had extraordinary strength and might be among the seventy-two emperors.

But this is the Phaseless Sword Domain, his home field, and many things that were originally difficult have now become much simpler.

Jian Qi looked away from the white-haired young man and looked at Cang Tianfang, Yi Ji, Han Qian and others around him, and said, "Can this person be handed over to my Wuxiang Sword Sect?"

When Jian Qi's voice fell, the eyes of Cang Tianfang, Han Qian and others became as sharp as lightning. How could they not understand what Jian Qi's words meant? He wanted to keep the secrets of this person for himself.

"I'm afraid what Brother Jian said is inappropriate. We all came here for the burial place, and we should have a share in seeing him. Could it be that Brother Jian wants us to go in vain?" Cang Tianfang said, with great momentum. , with Cangtian Palace standing behind him, he is naturally not afraid of the Wuxiang Sword Sect.

"Yes, if there is a treasure, it should be shared." Han Qian also agreed, not willing to let the Wuxiang Sword Sect monopolize the opportunity.

Although Yi Ji and Ning Wuque did not speak, their silence actually showed their attitude, and they would not let Jian Qi take people away easily.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Yuyou's expression couldn't help but become a little more exciting. Has this begun to determine where this person belongs?

I'm afraid it's a little too early.

"Sir, should we intervene later?" Yang Hou asked Qin Xuan in a low voice, wanting to seek Qin Xuan's opinion and make preparations in advance.

"Don't act rashly for the time being." Qin Xuan said. The white-haired young man has extraordinary strength. It is not easy to take him down.

Everyone looked at the white-haired young man, but found that he was just standing there quietly, as if he had not heard the conversation of Jian Qi and others, and was not aware of his situation at the moment.

"In that case, let's take him down first, and then ask him carefully what he got inside. What do you think?" Jian Qi said to everyone again.

"This is very good." Cang Tianfang, Han Qian and others all nodded in agreement. No matter what, let's take down the person first.

After all the forces reached an agreement, several figures each walked out and walked towards the white-haired young man, with cold and fierce expressions.

Each person exudes an extremely powerful aura, and they are all at the pinnacle of the high-level emperor realm. Even among forces that dominate a region like the Wuxiang Sword Sect, they can be regarded as top experts.

"I have made an oath not to kill again in this life, please don't force me."

A calm voice came from the mouth of the white-haired young man. He was still standing there, his clothes fluttering, revealing an extraordinary aura.

Hearing this sound, the vast crowd looked stunned and vowed not to kill again?

Is he threatening powerful people?

To threaten for such a reason would be too intimidating.

"Take it down!" Han Qian shouted sharply, with sharp eyes. He had long been unhappy with the white-haired young man. Now that he finally had the chance to take him down, he naturally would not show any mercy.

At this moment, two powerful men from the Soul Refining God Sect rushed out at the same time, and terrifying storms suddenly blew up in the void. They spread crazily in all directions and rolled towards the white-haired young man, trying to sweep him away. Buried in the storm.

At this moment, the expressions of some of the low-strength people below turned pale, with painful expressions on their faces, and they felt as if their souls were about to be broken.

"The people of the Soul Refining God Sect are all good at soul attacks. Those storms can not only cause damage to the physical body, but can also attack other people's souls, making them difficult to guard against." Yang Hou introduced Qin Xuan via voice transmission.

Qin Xuan nodded lightly. He also felt that his soul was affected somewhat, but it was just residual power, so it was not a big problem.

He kept staring at the white-haired figure, wondering how he would respond.

"Roar……"

A roar of wind was heard, and countless storms appeared above the white-haired young man across space, swallowing his body in an instant. The tyrannical power of the avenue raged in the air, constantly bombarding his body and soul, making a deafening sound.

Some people couldn't help turning their heads when they saw this scene. Such a terrible attack would probably leave nothing behind.

However, in the next moment, it seemed that a huge golden pattern appeared in the storm, and dazzling golden divine auras bloomed, directly penetrating the storm and crossing the void.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Only loud noises were heard, and the storm continued to explode from the inside.

"This..." The crowd looked at the scene in front of them and their eyes suddenly froze there, unable to believe their eyes. He was not dead?

Not only was he not dead, but he also broke through the attack.

Everyone saw that the white-haired young man was still standing there, with three thousand silver threads flying in the wind, unrestrained and uninhibited, which made them look a little moved. What an outstanding young man.

Putting aside his appearance, his strength and temperament are extremely amazing.

"I said, don't force me to kill."

The white-haired young man spoke again, and then he took a step and walked towards the outside of the crowd.

Jian Qi, Ning Wuque, Yi Ji and others looked at the back of the white-haired young man, and their eyes flashed with a sharpness. He was so arrogant and arrogant. Did he not take them seriously?