"Okay, the matter is settled. The first decision after becoming a saint is to release Yunzhongxian!" Bai Ye told them, and looked at his grandfather to indicate his agreement.
Tianlao saw that she had no objection, so naturally he didn't say anything more.
Young Master Holy Spirit looked at her thoughtfully and did not object.
On the other hand, Elder Ling found it hard to accept this situation and was unwilling to let his plan go to waste, so he immediately shouted loudly.
"No! As one of the four envoys, I will never agree to this ridiculous decision! Yun Zhongxian has been banned for many years, who can guarantee that she has no resentment in her heart and no evil intentions? Once her people are allowed to return to the temple, what if there is something wrong?
Isn't this attempt to lure the wolf into the house? Which of you can bear this responsibility?"
Bai Ye felt a sense of irritation in his heart. This old guy was so quick with his words that there was no end to it!
Yes, she did have resentment towards the temple because she had been forced to separate from her mother for so many years. She had been suppressing this evil fire in her heart for the sake of her mother and grandpa.
But this doesn't mean that any old man can challenge her bottom line again and again!
Bai Ye stepped forward proudly and said politely to Xuan and Huang: "Bai Ye thanks you both for your trust. As for what Elder Ling said, I have my own way to prove it, so you two seniors don't have to worry."
After saying that, she raised her eyebrows and turned to the Holy Spirit who was watching the excitement.
"Please, Holy Son, go out with me and help me point out the specific location of that spiritual temple."
I always felt that Bai Ye's expression was completely malicious, and Young Master Holy Spirit couldn't help but feel his scalp numb.
"Everyone in the Spiritual Palace is considered my disciple, you can't mess around."
Bai Ye was influenced by the prince, and one of his eyebrows suddenly raised to an exaggerated height: "How could it be? I'm in a hurry, so I won't make a fuss. Come on, let's go to the open space outside the door. Just give me the direction."
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Ling Lao was on full alert and roared at her with a vigilant face: "What do you want to do?! How can the Holy Temple allow you to mess around! The Holy Son..."
Young Master Holy Spirit had a compassionate smile on his face, raised his hand calmly, followed Bai Ye out, and pointed toward the southeast.
"The white-tiled palace over there is the Spiritual Palace."
Seeing that he had indeed fulfilled Bai Ye's wish and pointed out the location of the Spiritual Palace. Old Ling felt that he had nowhere to vent his resentment, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were staring fiercely at the two figures in front of him.
The others followed him out with curious expressions, not knowing what Bai Ye planned to do.
She looked into the distance and shook her head sadly.
If this building were modern, it would definitely be at the level of a monument.
After spotting the target, she touched her right hand to the back of her waist and flipped it over gently. The tattered Flag of the Wise Men suddenly appeared in her palm.
When the internal force was activated, the flag glowed brightly, and under the stunned gaze of everyone, a huge artillery appeared in the open space.
The Underworld Evil Lang Cannon appears!
The pitch-black cannon body flashed with a cold light, and trembled violently under Bai Ye's internal strength, as if the soldiers who had not been on the battlefield for a long time were eager to try and gear up.
The blue sky above and the yellow spring below.
The Huangquan Artillerymen were not angry and fearful, but exuded a terrifying aura, giving people the illusion of falling into an endless hell in an instant.
Shocking!
At this time, these two words appeared in everyone's mind.
Compared with the surprise and admiration shown by other people who were not familiar with the matter, when he learned that the owner of the artifact was actually Bai Ye, a stinky girl, Ling Lao was so angry that he puffed his beard and stared.
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