Draw Goddess from Douluo

His voice was full of energy, and for a moment it actually suppressed all the quarrels. Everyone looked at him, waiting for his next words.

Ji Shaoshe took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "We are all here for the legendary Lingbao, which is a good thing. But now, we haven't seen the shadow of the Lingbao yet, but first When we fight each other, doesn’t it bring pain to our loved ones and happiness to our enemies?”

He paused and continued: "In my opinion, we might as well work together to find the whereabouts of the spiritual treasure. As for the issue of ownership, then we can each rely on our abilities and compete fairly. This will not only avoid unnecessary fights, but also allow us to Everyone has a chance to get the spiritual treasure. What do you think, brothers?"

Ji Shaoshe's words could be said to be both rational and emotional, and made everyone present fall into deep thought. Although some people were still unwilling to do so, they gradually became quiet after thinking that what he said was indeed reasonable.

The Luan Ba ​​brothers looked at each other and put down the mountain axes in their hands, expressing their agreement with Ji Shaoshe's proposal. When Tang Yong and the white-faced man saw this, although they were still a little unwilling, they also knew that this was not the time to fall out, so they also chose to compromise.

However, what caused Liu Yang a deep headache was that his proposal did not seem to attract the attention of everyone present. They still stubbornly formed several opposing forces, arguing loudly and clamoring among themselves, as if they were completely immersed in their own world, leaving no room for negotiation.

This chaotic scene made Liu Yang feel powerless. He looked around and saw that everyone was excited and blushing, but no one was willing to calm down and listen to other people's opinions. Feeling helpless and irritated, he sighed secretly and frowned.

"A bunch of wine bags and rice bags, alas." At this moment, Qi Ling's voice sounded in Liu Yang's ears. She hid behind a huge rock and sighed softly. His words revealed his disdain and disappointment towards everyone present.

Liu Yang turned to look at Qi Ling and saw her brows raised slightly, with a sarcastic smile on her lips. His heart moved, and he couldn't help but ask: "You said they were eating and drinking, so what good idea do you have? Not only can you calm down the anger of this group of people, but also make the Lingbao people look back on you?"

When Qi Ling heard this, a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes. She chuckled and said: "Find the Lingbao first, and then just grab it. Whoever is smart will get the Lingbao." As she said that, a touch of confidence and determination appeared on her face.

Liu Yang couldn't help but frown slightly after hearing Qi Ling's words. He said calmly: "That's easy to say." Although Qi Ling's proposal sounded simple and straightforward, Liu Yang knew that things were not as easy as imagined. However, he did not continue to refute, but once again turned his attention to the quarreling crowd.

At this moment, Liu Yang was suddenly surprised to find that a strange red light flashed at the entrance to the top of the mountain! The red light flashed away, but it made his heart suddenly tighten. He almost screamed, but fortunately, Qi Ling, who had quick eyes and quick hands, covered his mouth in time.

Liu Yang's eyes widened and he looked at the field in shock. I saw a slender and evil figure strangely appearing at the entrance to the mountaintop that was originally deserted! The man's flowing long hair was flying in the wind, and a smile as light as the spring breeze hung on his pale and handsome face. And those blood-red and strange eyes made Liu Yang feel even more terrified!

Liu Yang held the hilt of the sword tightly, his nerves tense to the extreme. He wasn't sure what the appearance of this figure meant, but his intuition told him that what was about to happen next might not be simple. Qi Ling also stared at the figure solemnly, with a mixture of vigilance and curiosity shining in her eyes.

As the figure slowly approached, Liu Yang gradually saw his face clearly. It was an almost eerily handsome face, pale and bloodless, as if it had never seen the sun. There was always a faint smile on his lips, as if he knew everything around him. And those blood-red eyes were as deep as an abyss, as if they could swallow up all light and hope.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, the figure finally walked to the center of the crowd. He looked around, seeming to cast a scrutinizing gaze on everyone present. Then, he spoke slowly, his voice low and magnetic: "Are you competing for the spiritual treasure?"

"It's him..." Liu Yang's voice contained a hint of trembling that was difficult to conceal. His eyes were firmly fixed on the evil long-haired man in the distance, his eyes revealing deep fear and complexity.