"These days, I am not in the human race for nothing." Feng Linxue said calmly.
"Tell me more about it."
"Demon Lord, why would you ask knowingly? I have been in the human race for so long, how could you not send someone to secretly investigate my whereabouts? I think every move I make is under your control."
As soon as these words came out, Feng Xuanye felt pain in his heart. Seeing that she had misunderstood him, he hurriedly explained.
"It's not what you think. You are my biological sister from the same mother. I sent people to investigate your whereabouts because I was worried about your safety, not to monitor you."
Unlike her, I couldn't treat her coldly after all.
She is her only relative in this world. From now on, they are the only ones who depend on each other. What she looks like now is all for herself and the entire demon clan.
Bloodline awakening cannot erase all his previous emotions and emotions. It was him who owed her.
If she were stronger, she wouldn't pick up Wuqin.
Faced with the misunderstanding of his only blood relative, Feng Xuanye could not remain indifferent, even though he was a superior demon lord.
Feng Linxue, who looked indifferent, did not expect Feng Xuanye to lose his composure like this. She was slightly stunned, and something strange quickly flashed in her heart.
Feng Xuanye looked at her firmly and said loudly, "Whether you believe it or not, I never wanted to hurt you, nor did I want to interfere with you."
Hearing this, Feng Linxue couldn't express what she felt in her heart, but she felt a slight tingling sensation.
Although she had practiced the art of controlling sounds and her temper had become colder, she was not truly cold-hearted. She knew in her heart that she could not let go of this blood and family relationship.
Only then did the contest with Liao Wuqin begin.
She sighed silently, and the indifference on her face slowly receded.
"Getting back to the subject, the Demon Lord can give up his identity as the leader of a clan to deceive a woman's true love for the Qinglian Glazed Lamp. Such an act will definitely not give up easily. With the current strength of the Demon Clan, you are the only one who can compete with the Demon Lord."
Feng Xuanye noticed Feng Linxue's calm change in an instant, and his heart suddenly dropped when he raised his throat. In the blink of an eye, the originally tense scene became harmonious.
"Since I can fight the Demon Lord, my demon clan is not without hope in seizing the Green Lotus Glazed Lamp this time."
"But don't forget, there are also those sect disciples of the human race. Although my cultivation level is not low, I can't beat four hands with one hand. What's more, the human race also has many geniuses."
As she knew, Luo Tianya also had the heads of the four major sects.
If a fight really breaks out, the demon clan won't be able to get even half a cent, let alone the four major guardians of the demon clan.
After much thought, Feng Linxue still felt that it was not appropriate for the demon clan to interfere in this matter.
The demon clan is not bloodthirsty and has finally lived a peaceful and peaceful life. It is best for the demon clan to continue like this.
Hearing this, Feng Xuanye pursed his lips and remained silent.
Feng Linxue looked at him deeply and spoke earnestly, "The heavy rain is coming, and chaos will arise in the three realms. The demon clan can stay in a corner to avoid being burned."
She sighed helplessly and said no more. For a while, the hall was silent.
After a while, a soft sigh echoed in the hall, very clear.
"You're right. With the current strength of the demon clan, it's better not to wade into this muddy water."
Hearing this, Feng Linxue's big stone suddenly fell to the ground. She felt relaxed and her slightly frowned eyebrows instantly smoothed away.
Feng Xuanye's peripheral vision was always on Feng Linxue. Seeing her like this, his eyebrows softened and he said jokingly: "In your heart, is it possible that I am not a qualified demon master?"
Feng Linxue shook her head, "The demon clan is living very well under your leadership. No one can do better than you."
"Then why do you think I will break the existing tranquility of the demon clan and fight for the Green Lotus Glazed Lamp?" Feng Xuanye stared at her with his deep eyes, waiting for her answer.
Feng Linxueyun was gentle and spoke slowly, "The Green Lotus Glaze Lamp is not comparable to other rare treasures. Even you, I can't guarantee that I can resist its temptation."
"You are honest." Feng Xuanye relaxed and held his chin with his right hand, "Although I don't know where you heard the news, but I am not the Demon Lord. Don't worry, the demon clan will not get involved."
Hearing his affirmative reply, Feng Linxue smiled with satisfaction.
"Do you want to stay longer when you come back this time?" Feng Xuanye changed the subject, with a hint of anticipation.
"No, I still have something to deal with." As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Linxue stood up and turned around and left without hesitation.
Feng Xuanye opened his lips, wanting to speak to persuade her to stay, but in the end he didn't say anything, and just watched her figure disappear around the corner in silence.
Until she could no longer be seen, his eyes lowered, covering the darkness of the room.
"Demon Lord." Uncle Nie walked in. Seeing his depressed look, his heart ached.
"That's all, after so many years, I've long been used to it." Feng Xuanye murmured softly and smiled bitterly.
At the same moment, in the deepest part of the endless sea, an island stood, which was another pure land.
Waves came one after another all around, but a huge stone tablet remained motionless, with the three words "Wangxian Island" on it showing its domineering power.
Clang clang clang clang——
The sound of swords clashing was heard, and the fierce sword energy suddenly came out. Two figures were as fast as lightning. One had constricted pupils and was dripping with cold sweat, while the other had a calm expression and was at ease.
The masters exchanged blows, but in just a split second, the man in black showed his timidity. The man opposite him had a look in his eyes and a flash of sword light.
Looking intently, he saw with just one move, the cold-gleaming sword tip was pointed directly at the throat of the man in black.
"I lost." The man in black felt bitter in his heart and put away the sword in his hand in despair.
"Your sword is comforting you."
The calm male voice miraculously comforted the man in black, his eyes lit up, "What you said...is true?!"
"I, Xi Longquan, never speak lies."
"As expected of a sword master, I will teach you now." The man in black clenched his sword tightly, his disappointment disappearing instantly.
Xi Longquan was dressed in a light brown dress, the fabric was very ordinary, and he did not belong to a wealthy family at first glance. His three thousand hair strands were tied up at the top of his hair by a hairband of the same color, which looked extremely chic.
But such a simple outfit is set off by that upright and steady face, especially the sharp temperament all over his body, like a sharp blade, which cannot be ignored.
He is holding a seemingly ordinary scabbard, with a red dragon hanging around the exposed hilt. Looking carefully, the ordinary scabbard is engraved with dense and complex patterns, and a majestic power is contained in it.
This is Xi Longquan's sword - Longquan Sword. The sword named after him spent his whole life seeking the realm of the unity of man and sword.
"Let's go." Xi Longquan turned around and looked up at the sky, feeling melancholy.
This is already the third thousand swordsman he has challenged, but his bottleneck is still not moving at all. Everyone who has achieved a little bit of swordsmanship in Wangxian Island has already fought against him, but...
He was enveloped in intense depression, as if he was the only one in the world.