Chapter 1142: Beast Taming Technique and Special Bloodline

　　 Wang Xian swept his eyes around, looking at the six imaginary strong men heading to one place, slightly afraid.
　　 Even if these strong holes are severely injured, they can still kill him with one move.
　　. "Go, if they dare to attack, I will help you get revenge!"
　　 Fengluan looked at Wang Xian and smiled. With a wave of his arm, the Phoenix circling around her came directly to Wang Xian's body.
　　 The flame phoenix hovered around him, and if someone attacked him, the phoenix could resist immediately.
　　 Wang Xian nodded helplessly, the flame phoenix surrounded his body, his figure moved and flew directly in one direction.
"bump!"
　　 Wangxian smashed his arm directly towards a sculpture, making a crashing sound, which sounded throughout the hall.
　　 His shot made the other six virtual strong people look over.
　　 "Fuck!"
　　 However, what surprised the six imaginary strong men was that Wang Xian's attack fell on the sculpture and did not break it.
　　 Wang Xian was also full of horror, and his face was a little dark, but he had just used 60% of his power.
　　 "Hehe, waste!"
　　 "Huh, dare to come in if a rubbish!"
　　 Two mocking voices came, making Wang Xian even more embarrassed and his face turned black.
　　 "Uh, some sculptures are solid and difficult to destroy!"
　　 Fengluan saw Wang Xian's embarrassment, and was amused to pass the message to him.
　　 Wang Xian almost wanted to vomit blood.
Next to 　　, the six powerful men of the hole virtual level turned their heads disdainfully. They saw Feng Luan breaking through the sculptures, and tried to break them.
　　 Also, they all looked at each other. Once there was a treasure, it might be time for a fight.
　　 Wang Xian raised his brows slightly, his eyes began to change.
　　 The sinking mud of this sculpture is too strong, he simply watched it with pupil technique.
　　 There is no other energy in the mud, it can penetrate and see the situation inside.
　　 "Why is there only one drop of blood in each sculpture? What is the use of this blood?"
　　 Wang Xian looked at the sculptures one by one, frowned and thought.
　　Various beast sculptures, flying in the sky, swimming in water, running on land, two-legged, three-legged, four-legged, or even more than a dozen-legged sculptures, are like a beast sculpture exhibition hall.
　　Wangxian has seen sculptures of fierce beasts one after another, and there is nothing inside.
"what?"
　　 Suddenly, Wang Xian was taken aback for a moment, and looked at a fierce beast lying on the ground, ten meters in size like an emperor crocodile.
　　 In the center of this fierce beast, there is a mass of liquid, which is half a meter in size and exudes a crystal clear luster.
　　 "This is the blood of a fierce beast, it should be an extraordinary ninth rank!"
　　 Wangxian's eyes showed a blazing glow, and his arm moved directly towards the sculpture.
　　 He didn't break it all, but blasted a hole half a meter in size.
"Got!"
　　Wang Xian's eyes showed joy, the bloodline of an extraordinary ninth-tier fierce beast, worth nearly ten billion middle-grade spirit stones!
　　 However, when Wang Xian broke open the sculpture and saw what was inside, he instantly stiffened, and the blood of the beast inside was gone.
　　 can not be said to be missing, but completely dried up, without the slightest vitality.
"Ok?"
　　 Seeing Wang Xian breaking open a sculpture, everyone around looked over.
　　 Wangxian ignored the gazes of the people around him, and completely broke the sculpture with one punch.
　　 no more, indeed no more.
　　 The blood of the fierce beast that was full of vitality in his sight, at this time, it was dry and there was no vitality.
　　 The people around saw that there was nothing inside, and immediately turned their heads and attacked the sculpture in front of them again.
　　 With a wave of their hands, they broke a dozen sculptures directly.
　　 They didn't dare to use too much power, if there were any treasures inside, they would cry.
"what?"
　　 Suddenly, there was an exclamation sound from the side, which attracted everyone again.
　　 "Dry blood, and there is still a lot of it, isn't this the blood of a monster or a fierce beast? It takes a long time and then loses its vitality?"
　　 The imaginary strong man of Xingyue Kingdom looked at the large piece of dried blood beside him with a dark face, and said with a calm face.
　　 His words immediately made everyone around him look a little ugly.
　　 Baixun old man is good at taming beasts, and the trainer is related to bloodlines. It is normal for him to have the bloodlines of the beast beasts, but if the bloodlines of the beast beasts are without energy for a long time, they will die and become ordinary blood.
　　 "Damn it, there won't be nothing!"
　　The third-order Dongxu powerhouse of Fengxiao Kingdom's black-faced arm swept hard, and dozens of sculptures in front of him shattered directly.
There is nothing in 　　, but one of them has a large piece of dried blood.
　　In this scene, Feng Luan's face turned black.
　　 However, Wang Xian watched this scene with a pensive look on his face.
how could this be?
　　 He clearly saw that the blood of the fierce beast was full of vitality, how did it turn into dried blood after opening it?
　　 The light and dark fire dragon eyes cannot be mistaken, there must be something wrong.
　　 Wang Xian looked at the dried liquid in front of him, then looked at the one next to him, and walked forward thoughtfully.
　　 successively checked dozens of them, Wang Xian's eyes fell in front of a sculpture of flying birds and beasts with wings gleaming.
　　 In his line of sight, in the belly of this four-meter-sized flying bird sculpture, there is a mass of liquid, half a meter in size, exuding vitality.
　　 Huayi Asuka Bloodline: The Eighth Transcendent
　　 "Yes, this can't be wrong, and the one just now is not wrong!"
　　 Looking at the information fed back from the system, Wang Xian carefully looked at the sculpture of flying birds in flowers.
　　 The slender neck flies upwards, the sharp mouth, and the piercing eyes as if it were real.
The feathers on 　　 are lifelike, even the position of the buttocks, only the position of the buttocks, leaving a hole, but the hole is hidden by the feathers.
　　Wang Xian looked at the hole and twitched the corner of his mouth. He touched the feather next to the hole, and pulled it away.
　　 Looking at this hole, Wang Xian was lost in thought.
　　 "The old thing from Baixun shouldn't taste that great, right?"
　　 Wang Xian clenched his fists slightly, with an urge to hit someone.
　　 "Damn, go and see, if it's not what I thought, I will smash you all!"
　　 Wang Xian's face was black, and with a wave of his arm, he removed all the feathers in front of the hole.
　　 He moved in and got in directly.
"This..."
　　 And the strong hole in the hole, who can sense any clues around him, was slightly taken aback when he saw Wang Xian go straight in!
　　 "This trash!"
　　 "Hehe, I am too weak to break the sculpture. I am embarrassed to come here. I want to slap this kind of garbage to death!"
　　 "Fool!"
　　 The three imaginary strong men of the Star-Moon Kingdom smiled mockingly.
　　Wangxian’s situation eased their irritability a little, after all, there was a clown performing for them!
　　 "Haha, you are a bunch of fools, a bunch of rubbish!"
　　Wang Xian, who entered the sculpture, couldn't help laughing wildly in his heart.
　　 He didn't expect that Baixun's taste is really so heavy!
(End of this chapter)