Ping'an town, a lively street market.

Baili Yanran saw that Lao Dao still had an iceberg face, so she raised her face and asked in a low voice: "Master, the storyteller is talking nonsense, are you also angry?" I'm actually angry, but we have to learn to refrain from hitting people at will, don't you think? ”

Baili Yanran talked to herself, lowered her head, and bullied the pebbles on the street. She said for a while, but she didn't hear the master talk, and when she turned her head, she realized that the master was no longer by her side.

"Master?"

Baili Yanran turned around and looked at it, and Lao Dao had been thrown out of the distance by her.

Baili Yanran saw Lao Dao's eyes closed and groaned, and thought to herself, this is the master is really angry!

She hurriedly ran back and hugged Lao Dao's arm: "Master, you must hold back, you can't be mad here!" ”

"Yanran." Lao Dao finally spoke, his voice full of vicissitudes.

"The disciple is here!" Baili Yanran looked well-behaved.

"Do you think what Mr. said, is that real person's thing true or false?" Lao Dao asked suddenly.

"Naturally, it's fake!"

Baili Yanran replied innocently: "The things that Mr. talked about, Elder Xuanqi of the Collection Pavilion has talked about in class, and Mr. is just adding oil and vinegar to add some dramatic effect." The elder said that in that war, the demon clan actually had only a few thousand people, and there was no real person named Wang Ye in Kunlun Xianmen, who could exterminate the demon clan, it was all the credit of the desperate efforts of the predecessors, was the disciple right? ”

Lao Dao frowned, smiled bitterly, and slowly opened his deep eyes:

"Actually, it's not Mr. who added fuel and vinegar to this matter and made it up."

"Master, what the hell is going on?" Baili Yanran frowned lightly, "Could it be that it is really like what Mr. said, there is indeed a person like Wang Ye on Kunlun Immortal Mountain?" ”

"Let's talk as we go."

Walking on the street, Lao Dao's face full of carved wind marks was suddenly full of helplessness:

"Wang Ye, that is, Taishang Iron and Steel Zhenren, actually had a relationship with him as a teacher, he originally wanted to accept him as a master and apprentice, but he was rejected by the teacher."

"Master, it's because people don't look down on you, right?" Baili Yanran rolled her eyes.

"What nonsense to tell the truth!"

Lao Dao rewarded her with a brain meltdown, and then continued:

"The deeds of this Wang Yezhen person, as Mr. said, were deliberately concealed by the Kunlun Immortal Gate. It's just that after Wang Ye left Xianmen, he was actually never found again, and later, Xianmen also gave up. ”

"I was twenty-six years old when I was a teacher, and when I went out to practice, I met him by chance. At that time, he was in his prime, and he was also a well-known figure in the Xianmen, but unfortunately he still failed to get the favor of Wang Yezhen. However, when he was leaving, he still gave his teacher a heaven and earth spiritual treasure. ”

Lao Dao said, and raised his beard again.

"It's just a pity that I have been comprehending this spiritual treasure for a lifetime, but I have not been able to comprehend it."

Baili Yanran blinked her big eyes and listened well: "Master, what kind of spiritual treasure is it, and where did Wang Yezhen go later?" ”

Baili Yanran tugged at the sleeve of the old way, with a look of anticipation.

Lao Dao didn't sell it, and continued to preach: "That spiritual treasure is a spiritual crossbow, called 'Sand Eagle', as for Wang Yezhenren, before leaving, he just said that he wanted to go to other worlds, as for what he meant by 'other worlds', I don't know as a teacher. ”

After Lao Dao finished talking about these things, Baili Yanran posted it to Lao Dao like a curious baby: "Master, where is the spirit crossbow, the disciple wants to see it!" ”

"You really want to see it?"

Lao Dao saw that the two of them had already left the town at this time, and there was no one around, so he waved his hand to transform the spirit crossbow.

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

The spirit crossbow sand eagle is the product of Wang Yi's fusion of future technology and immortal arts.

As long as the spiritual power is driven and the true qi is condensed, the sand eagle will compress and store the immortal magic that the monk wants to perform.

Then, once the monk pulls the trigger, the compressed immortal magic will be released towards the target at a very fast speed.

The immortal magic released in this way is extremely lethal, and the accuracy rate is much higher than simply attacking the enemy with immortal magic.

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

"Wow, this is a crossbow!"

When Baili Yanran saw Lao Dao's silver-white pistol, her eyes flashed out.

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

"Naturally, no, this is the only one spiritual treasure in heaven and earth, and if it falls into your hands, it may be scrapped for you." Lao Dao closed his eyes, pursed his mouth, and looked serious.

Baili Yanran couldn't manage so much, and when Lao Dao closed his eyes, his little hand had quietly stretched out to Shaying.

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

Those memory fragments suddenly moved like a movie.

The black-robed monks, the black-pressed demons, the Gatling's firelight, the roar of the sky......

That scene is very similar to the demon clan war in the mouth of Mr. Storyteller.

"Black-robed monk, is it Wang Ye?"

Baili Yanran muttered to herself, and there was a dead silence in her eyes.

Lao Dao noticed the strangeness of the fluctuations in the true qi around him, and quickly opened his eyes, and hurriedly shook Baili Yanran's shoulders twice.

"Yanran, what's wrong with you?"

Lao Dao hurriedly put out a condensed immortal qi, wanting to help Baili Yanran stabilize his divine sense.

But after this immortal qi entered her body, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, without the slightest fluctuation.

"Yanran, what's wrong with you?"

Lao Dao was a little anxious, and hurriedly snatched the sand eagle down, and put a wisp of his divine sense into her mind.

Lao Dao was surprised to find that after more than a hundred years of cultivation, his divine sense could not enter the mind of a little doll.

Baili Yanran's body is like an extremely strong enchantment, and the more he wants to invade it, the greater the resistance of the enchantment.

Lao Dao tried several times, but to no avail.

"Yanran, wake up!"

………………………………

"Master, where are you?"

The memory projection in Baili Yanran's mind has dissipated, and her consciousness has gradually cleared up.

However, she found that the master was gone.

Not only that, but the surrounding environment has also changed dramatically.

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

In its place, there is a huge golden high-rise.

There were words written on the tall building that she had never seen before.

Strange as it may seem, though she had never seen the words, she could pronounce its name fluently—

"Bounty Society...... What is it? ”