Xiang Yun and the others quickly recovered their mobility in the crystal, I don't know what is mysterious about this crystal, the spiritual power is quite strong, and it is endless, it is very peculiar.

The gray-haired old man never said a word more, for Xiang Yun and the others, although his origin and identity were unknown, they basically knew that he had no malicious intent, and that was enough.

I don't know how long I have been in this crystal, Xiang Yun knows about the dissipation of the fog in the mountains, and he is very worried that the mist has dissipated at this time, and he seems a little worried.

After learning about this, after several people discussed, they decided that it was time to leave, and if they didn't go to the mountain, they were afraid that Wanbao Pavilion would get the demon pot first.

However, they also knew that it would be impossible for them to compete with Han Tao for the Demon Pot, so they had to send someone to inform Fu Yu and ask them to come as soon as possible.

However, because he couldn't understand the gray-haired old man's thoughts, Xiang Yun couldn't make up his mind.

Xiang Yun silently counted the hours, and after about another six hours, he finally couldn't help it, "Seniors, don't hide it, this time the juniors came here for the demon pot of the Eastern Mountain!"

The old man was noncommittal, his eyes didn't open, and he didn't even look at the clouds.

Xiang Yun gritted his teeth and continued, "The junior can't let the Demon Pot fall into the hands of the Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion!"

"Oh, what happens if it falls into his hands?"

"This ......" Xiang Yun suddenly didn't know how to answer, indeed, whether this demon pot fell into the hands of Wanbao Pavilion or the hands of the Wasteland Plains, it was a disaster, how could he not know it? But he had no other choice, even if he couldn't get it, he couldn't let Han Tao get it!

Xiang Yun was silent, the old man opened his eyes and sighed, "Child, give up...... The Demon Pot is not something you can get. ”

"Senior, do you know anything?" Xiang Yun couldn't help but ask.

The old man's eyes were horizontal, and he suddenly stared at Xiang Yun, staring at Xiang Yun A little hairy in his heart, not knowing what was going on.

The old man finally looked away and looked blankly ahead, as if he was in a deep memory.

Xiang Yun didn't interrupt, he didn't know what to say, and the atmosphere was a little stiff.

Finally, the gray-haired old man came back to his senses, with a little bitterness and helplessness on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Xiang Yun asked, "The juniors are not talented, dare to ask the seniors' names!"

"It's been a long time since anyone called me," said the old man, laughing at himself, as if he had thought of something again, "I have seen all the sails and the waters." What am I called? Who am I?"

Perhaps the old man had forgotten his name and surname, Xiang Yun Xin said, and suddenly it occurred to him in his mind that he had seen a ruined statue on the ruined wall of the city, and now that he thought about it, it was somewhat similar to his face, could it be ......

It seems that there is only one possibility, the old man is the one left over from the city protection back then!

The old man finally remembered, "Who am I? I am...... Ren Qianfan!" The old man's face suddenly turned a little desolate, presumably thinking of the former protector and the companions who fought side by side with him in the past.

Hearing the name "Ren Qianfan", Xiang Yun didn't feel anything because he was not from the Wasteland, and he didn't expect Bai Qian and the others to kneel straight down!

"Senior, you are still alive!" Bai Qian's voice trembled slightly, full of excitement and disbelief.

"Back then, it was rumored that the predecessors almost single-handedly saved the entire city protectorate, and also saved countless people from the Wasteland, sealing the Eastern Mountain again...... But at the expense of ...... self"

Ren Qianfan shook his head, "It's all in the past, the city is no longer protected, the old people are no more, even I can't go back to the way I was back then......"

Xiang Yun was silent, he admired Ren Qianfan, but he was also thinking about the meaning of survival. It can be imagined that Ren Qianfan must have been extremely beautiful and high-spirited back then, but now, his cultivation is not as good as before, and he is full of luxury, and he has long lost the heart to fight......

O years!

Xiang Yun couldn't help but think that human lifespan is always limited, even immortals are not eternal, will he become like this one day?