Safe town, lively street market.

Seeing that the old Taoist was still wearing a stern face, Baili Yanran raised her face and asked in a low voice: "Master, the storyteller is talking nonsense. Are you very angry too? I am actually very angry too, but we must learn to restrain ourselves and not hit people at will, don't you think?"

Baili Yanran talked to herself, lowered her head and bullied the little stones on the street. She talked for a long time, but she didn't hear the master talking. She turned her head and realized that the master was no longer by her side.

"Master?"

Baili Yanran turned around and looked at the old Taoist who had been thrown far away by her.

Baili Yanran saw the old Taoist closing his eyes and pondering, and thought to herself. This is the master who is really angry!

She hurriedly ran back and hugged the old Taoist's arm: "Master, please hold it back and you can't get angry here!"

"Yanran." The old Taoist finally spoke, his voice full of vicissitudes.

"Disciple is here!" Baili Yanran looked well-behaved.

"Do you think the sir said, is the real person's affairs true or false?" the old Taoist asked suddenly.

"Of course it's fake!"

Baili Yanran answered innocently: "The things that Mr. said were all told by Elder Xuanqi in the Classic Pavilion. Mr. Xu just added fuel to the fire and added some dramatic effects. The elder said that in that war, there were only a few thousand people in the demon clan, and the Kunlun Immortal Sect was not a real person named Wang Ye. It was all the contribution of the seniors to work hard. Is the disciple right?"

The old Taoist locked his eyebrows, smiled bitterly, and slowly opened his deep eyes:

"Actually, this matter is not the one who makes up for trouble and makes up for it."

"Master, what's going on?" Baili Yanran frowned slightly, "Is it possible that, as the gentleman said, there is indeed a person like Wang Ye on Kunlun Fairy Mountain?"

"Tell me as I go."

Walking on the street, the old Taoist's face full of wind marks suddenly filled with helplessness:

"Wang Ye, that is, Taishang Steel Real Person, actually he had a relationship with him. He originally wanted to take him as his master, but he was rejected by his master."

"Master, is it because people look down on you?" Baili Yanran's eyes turned pale.

"What a big truth!"

The old Taoist praised her for a broken brain and continued:

"As the deeds of this true man Wang Ye were indeed deliberately concealed by the Kunlun Immortal Sect, as the gentleman said, they were deliberately concealed by the Kunlun Immortal Sect. However, after Wang Ye left the Immortal Sect, he was never found again, and later, the Immortal Sect gave up."

"I was twenty-six years old when I was out for training. I met him by chance. At that time, I was in my prime and was also a famous figure in the Immortal Sect. Unfortunately, I still failed to win the favor of Wang Ye Zhenren. However, when I was leaving, he still gave him a spiritual treasure of heaven and earth."

The old Taoist said, and started to whisper again.

"It's just a pity that I have been able to understand this spiritual treasure for a lifetime, but I have never understood it thoroughly."

Baili Yanran blinked her big eyes and heard it interestingly: "Master, what kind of spiritual treasure is it? Where did Wang Yezhen go later?"

Baili Yanran grabbed the old Taoist's sleeve with an expectant look on her face.

The old Taoist did not keep it in hiding, and continued to preach: "That spiritual treasure is a spiritual crossbow called the 'Sand Eagle'. As for the true man of Wang Ye, before leaving, he just said that he wanted to go to another world. As for what the 'other world' he said meant, he didn't know what he meant."

After the old Taoist finished talking about these things, Baili Yanran, like a curious baby, touched the old Taoist: "Master, where is that spiritual crossbow? I want to see!"

"You really want to see it?"

Seeing that the two of them had left the town at this moment, there was no one else around, the old Taoist waved his hand to transform the spiritual crossbow.

It was a silver-gray pistol, but the caliber was larger than that of common pistols, and the magazine and the body were also one.

The Lingbird Sand Eagle is the product of Wang Ye's integration of future technology and immortal arts.

As long as you drive spiritual power and condense true energy, the sand eagle will compress and store the immortal arts that monks want to perform.

Then, once the monk pulls the trigger, the compressed magic will be released towards the target at an extremely fast speed.

The magic released in this way has extremely high lethality and accuracy rate than simply using magic to attack enemies.

This sand eagle can be said to be one of Wang Ye's proud works.

"Wow, this is the spiritual crossbow!"

Baili Yanran saw the old Taoist's silver-white pistol, her eyes shone out in a flash.

"Master, can you give this to me?" Baili Yanran begged.

"Of course it's not possible. This is the only spiritual treasure in heaven and earth. If it falls into your hands, you may be scrapped." The old Taoist closed his eyes, tilted his mouth, and looked serious.

Baili Yanran couldn't care so much. While the old Taoist closed his eyes, his little hand had quietly reached towards the Shaying.

The moment his fingertips touched the sand eagle, the complicated information in Baili Yanran's mind suddenly became restless again.

Those memory fragments suddenly moved like movies.

The monk in black robe, the black demon, the fire of Gatlin, the roar in the sky...

Those scenes were very similar to the demon clan battle mentioned by Storyteller.

"A monk in black robe is the king?"

Baili Yanran muttered to herself, her eyes silenced.

The old Taoist noticed the strange fluctuations of the true qi around him, and quickly opened his eyes and shook Baili Yanran's shoulder twice.

"Yanran, what's wrong with you?"

The old Taoist hurriedly exerted a fairy energy that was concentrating the mind and solidified the foundation, trying to help Baili Yanran stabilize his spiritual consciousness.

But after this fairy energy penetrated her body, it was like a mud cow entering the sea without any fluctuations.

"Yanran, what's wrong with you?"

The old Taoist was a little anxious and quickly grabbed the sand eagle and penetrated a thread of his spiritual sense into her mind.

The old Taoist was surprised to find that his spiritual sense could not enter the mind of a little baby after more than a hundred years of cultivation.

Baili Yanran's body seemed to have a very strong barrier. The more he wanted to invade, the greater the resistance to the barrier.

The old Taoist tried several times, but it was fruitless.

"Yanran, wake up!"

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"Master, where are you?"

The memory projection in Baili Yanran's mind has dissipated and her consciousness has gradually become clear.

However, she found that the master was gone.

Not only that, the environment around you has also changed drastically.

The town is gone, and the bamboo forest is gone.

Instead, it was a huge golden tower.

There are words written on the high building that she has never seen before.

But strangely, although she had never seen those words, she could read its name fluently—

"Where is the bounty club...?"
Chapter completed!