The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

The weapon refiner was afraid of being seen by acquaintances, so he gave a few simple instructions and left quickly.

The three people hiding under the black robes were none other than the Lao Ba trio.

It has to be said that Tuoba Sheng still has something on him. He came all the way from Bailian City to the Bailian Pavilion in the center without encountering any obstacles.

The only one who was careful and thoughtful was knocked unconscious by Yunhui the moment he realized that something was wrong with the three people.

Small problem, no big deal!

But in fact, with the identity of Mu Youli, who won the first place in the Equipment Refiner Exchange Conference, it should not be difficult for him to enter the Bailian Pavilion head-on.

Even though he had previously rejected the olive branch extended by the elders of Bailian Pavilion.

However, due to the special situation at present, Lao Ba does not want to show off too much.

Moreover, in such a huge Bailian Pavilion, in addition to the various chaotic forces within it, many important figures come here every day to look for weapon refiners to customize magic weapons. It would be even more inconvenient for a genius who won the weapon refiner exchange conference with an identity outside the Bailian Pavilion to expose himself.

It's better to keep a low profile, come quietly and leave quietly...

Entering the Bailian Pavilion Library, Lao Ba took a quick look at the environment inside. He was surprised by the familiar feeling.

Lao Ba had felt this as early as the first time he entered Bailian City.

The architectural style and decoration layout here...

They are very different from the outside world!

No wonder everyone says that every time they come to Bailian City, they always feel out of place. If it weren’t for the fact that the clothing styles of the people inside are still similar to those outside, Lao Ba almost thought he was back in his hometown!

Forget it, let’s just deal with it, business is important.

Lao Ba gave the two of them a dangerous look, then waved his hand to signal them to act separately.

Tuoba Sheng and Yun Hui agreed on the surface.

In fact, he was already thinking about how to use this opportunity to escape.

Once you escape.

A thief who sneaked into Bailian Pavilion to steal secrets?

It all depends on whether they report it or not!

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Tuoba Sheng and Yun Hui stared at the fiery red mark that appeared on their arms.

Lao Ba first pointed at himself, then used two fingers of his right hand to make a running gesture on his left arm. Finally, after the little man ran a distance, he made a gesture of wiping his neck.

If you dare to escape, you will die!

Tuoba Sheng and Yun Hui may be able to report Lao Ba, but before Lao Ba is caught, they will definitely eliminate the two monsters that came out of the Black Magic Hall.

"You've been through so much together."

Tuoba Sheng had a complicated expression: "What about the trust between people?"

Lao Ba was too lazy to pay attention to these chatter and waved his hand to signal everyone to go their separate ways.

The library inside Bailian Pavilion is comprehensive and all your disciples are welcome to enter.

The real secret is not here.

Most of them are guides to refining equipment, or records that are not related to cultivation.

Lao Ba shuttled between the major bookcases, and quickly searched for what he wanted in the vast sea of ​​books according to the labels on the shelves and the key information provided.

Logically, there should be a separate section for records related to ancient times.

There's not much time to waste...

After weighing the pros and cons, Lao Ba decided to take a simpler and more primitive approach.

That is, find a disciple who is easy to talk to and ask!

There happened to be a handsome young man in front of me who looked young and had a kind face.

At this moment, Bailian Zhenzu, who had stolen a moment's leisure, was sorting books in the library and sighed, "These little fellows don't know how to take care of books at all."

Suddenly, someone patted my shoulder.

Bailian Zhenzu turned his head to look.

Seeing that the other person was a stranger, his first thought was not that a thief had sneaked into Bailian Pavilion, but that he had not been out for a long time and almost forgot who was who.

This must be a disciple who is eager to seek talents...

By the way, he doesn’t know who this disciple is, but does that mean this disciple doesn’t know him?

Bailian Zhenzu had some doubts in his heart, but not many.

But since a disciple has come to me, as an elder, I should care and protect him.

Then, Bailian Zhenzu said in a gentle voice, "Have you encountered any difficulties?"

Lao Ba nodded. He took out a homemade sand painting board from behind him and, under the confused gaze of Bailian Zhenzu, wrote words on it with his fingers, then fixed it and turned the board over.

"This thing is quite interesting. Did you make it yourself?"

Bailian Zhenzu chuckled, then leaned over to examine the contents of the sand painting board, and said thoughtfully, "You are still interested in things from ancient times."

"Nanga tribe..."

He stood up straight again and said gently, "Racial characteristics, religious totems, eating habits, geographical location...what do you want to know?"

Lao Ba was stunned for a moment. Oh my god, could it be that he met a know-it-all?

"Why don't you speak?"

Bailian Zhenzu frowned slightly, thinking that this disciple was very rude. Not only did he not greet him when he met him, but he also didn't say anything. Did he have to rely on him to guess?

But when I saw Lao Ba writing on the sand drawing board again.

Bai Lian Zhenzu knew what was going on after just a moment's thought.

He's a mute...

His cultivation level is barely decent, but it's possible that he has a high level of attainment in weapon refining...

Bai Lian Zhenzu thought of various reasons in his mind to convince himself that the reason why a person who was previously defective could become a disciple of Bai Lian was that he must have extraordinary qualities.

"You want to know everything about the Nanga people? That's more than can be explained in a few words... I can make it short, but you have to be prepared. Even I can't guarantee that the ancient relics are all authentic... There's a place over there, go there."

This is the first time I've met a disciple who has such a strong interest in history, but... do I really not need his help to solve the problems in cultivation or refining equipment?

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

After a while, Tuoba Sheng, who was looking for books with an impatient look on his face, walked out from behind the bookshelf. Just when he was thinking of looking for a drink of water to cool down, he suddenly realized that the atmosphere in the library was a little strange.

Tuoba Sheng glanced doubtfully at the Bailian disciples who were looking in the same direction, openly or secretly. When he looked in that direction, the scene before him shocked him.

My big brother!

That’s the Hundred Refinements True Ancestor!!!

Tuoba Sheng was so shocked that his jaw nearly dropped, and his heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

If the person sitting in the eighth seat was that elder, or the current Pavilion Master, or the resurrected Qianji Bailian, Tuoba Sheng would not be so shocked.

But Bailian Zhenzu is different.

This person's weight is even more important than Mingshen Sect's Jingtian Lei Huang!

In terms of strength, they may be evenly matched.

but!

The Thunder Emperor is not necessarily the one in charge of the Snow Town.

But the Hundred Refining True Ancestor must be in the desert area...

A well-deserved leader!

Yunhui discovered the Hundred Refinements True Ancestor beside Lao Ba earlier than Tuoba Sheng, and the shock that went straight to his heart was no less than that of Tuoba Sheng.

Big brother, if you had told me earlier that you knew Bailian Zhenzu, we wouldn’t have to do it in secret!

At this time, Lao Ba had already discovered that the men, women, young and old in the library were all observing him intentionally or unintentionally. He was so nervous that he was sweating coldly, but he didn't know what was going on.

"what happened to you?"

Bailian Zhenzu looked at Lao Ba in surprise: "You've sweated a lot."

Hearing this, Lao Ba swallowed his saliva, rolled up his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his face, pretending to be calm. However, his every move was seen by everyone.

The more I wiped, the more sweat I got, and the thicker it got...

Damn it! My fame will not be ruined here, right?

Those two bastards...

If you dare to leak the information, you will not be forgiven!!!

"The desert climate is indeed extremely hot."

Bailian Zhenzu turned his head to look out the window and thought, "Summer is almost here, so it's time to set a date for the rain."

"you......"

After seeing Lao Ba's condition, Bai Lian Zhen Zu was a little amused and said, "If someone knew you, they would think you were sweating. If someone didn't know you, they would think you swam back from the river."

"It's not hot in here. There's a magic circle underneath, so I can feel a bit of coolness. Everyone else seems normal, so why are you... so exaggerated?"

Lao Ba immediately showed a bitter smile on his face.

If possible, he wouldn't want to do this.

"Could it be that you are from another realm?"

Bailian Zhenzu asked.

Lao Ba sighed and nodded.

"No wonder."

Bailian Zhenzu showed a look of understanding, and then continued, "Currently, this is all the records about the Nanga tribe. What I said is consistent with the written records. If you don't remember it, you can look it up on your own when you have time."

Lao Ba looked like he had lost all hope in life.

I have heard a lot.

There was nothing that could be of use.

What do the Nanga people like to eat? Where did they live in the past? What do they believe in? What are their customs like?

None of this has anything to do with him!

What he wanted to know was what kind of power the Nanga tribe possessed, and whether those guys who appeared last night and looked like the Holy Spirit of Fire were actually transformed from the Nanga tribe!

And who is the Flame Emperor?

Wait! Flame Emperor? Flame Emperor!

Nanjia Yanhuang hasn’t asked yet!

Lao Ba quickly wiped the sweat off his face and wrote the words "Nanjia Yanhuang" on the sand drawing board.

After seeing these four slightly illegible characters, Bailian Zhenzu's expression changed slightly, and he asked in surprise, "You actually know Nanjia Yanhuang?"

"Incredible, incredible...it seems your knowledge is even deeper than I thought!"

Seeing Bailian Zhenzu like this, Lao Ba was delighted. He showed a look of curiosity and no longer needed a sand drawing board. He directly used body movements to express what he wanted to say.

"I do know some things, but..."

Just then, a cry rang out.

"Ancestor! Ancestor!"

"Great, Ancestor, you're here!"

A beautiful woman ran up to the two of them breathlessly. The words she was about to say were stuck in her throat when she saw the silencing gesture made by Bailian Zhenzu in front of his lips.

"Xiao Tangyi, in the library, please be quiet."

Bailian Zhenzu smiled.

"I'm sorry, ancestor. I was negligent."

Tang Yi's face flushed slightly and she said apologetically.

Old, ancestor?

Lao Ba was stunned for a moment.

He seemed to know why everyone was looking at him...

"Don't worry, take a deep breath and calm down."

Bailian Zhenzu pressed his hands downwards, and when Tang Yi's complexion improved, he asked with a smile, "Why are you so irritable?"

"It's the improved silver puppet from last time."

Tang Yi's expression became anxious again: "I don't know what went wrong, but the Silver Puppet is completely out of control now. Even Elder Deng is helpless. You should go and take a look!"

"Oh?"

Bailian Zhenzu raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you saying that Elder Deng has passed away?"

"OK!"

Tang Yi nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"Then there's no need to rush. Let him hold on a little longer. If that doesn't work, use the Golden Puppet to suppress him."

Bailian Zhenzu waved his hand and asked Tang Yi to sit in the empty seat next to him.

Tang Yizhi did as he was told, but Bailian Zhenzu was in no hurry to ask about how the Silver Puppet lost control. He turned to look at Old Eight, who was sitting on pins and needles, with the same kind expression on his face.

"Where were we talking about just now? The Flame Emperor of the Nanga tribe, right?"

Lao Ba felt a huge pressure in his heart and nodded with a forced smile.

"This one's a little special."

Bailian Zhenzu crossed his fingers and supported himself on the table. After a moment of reflection, he said, "The texts recorded there are actually full of irrationalities."

"Although the Historical Pavilion contains classical books about the Nanga tribe, the existence of the Flame Emperor remains a mystery."

"Some say that the Flame Emperor was the last leader of the Nanga tribe, while others say that he was a member of the Nanga tribe whose name just happened to be 'Flame Emperor'."

"There's no clear record of the Flame Emperor in historical books, but we can still infer from other unearthed artifacts, stone tablet inscriptions, wall murals, and other clues that in the distant ancient times, among the enemies that the Wanxiong leader fought, there was indeed a formidable foe who played with fire."

"Ancestor..."

Tang Yi said with shame, "Elder Deng has devoted himself to the sect and was the first to arrive at the scene when the Silver Puppet went out of control. Yet, you still have the leisure to tell stories here."

"Xiao Tangyi, you might as well think about it from a different perspective."

Bailian Zhenzu didn't care. "If I have to do everything, what are the elders for? What are the Pavilion Masters for? What are the weapon refiners for?"

The Pavilion Master of Bailian Pavilion is someone else, but no matter who it is, anyone from Bailian Pavilion, when they see the True Ancestor of Bailian, must honestly call him "Ancestor".

This is also a difference between Bailian Pavilion and Mingshen Sect.

The former does not advocate strength above all else like the latter.

There is one Pavilion Master, and the capable one will take up the position.

Because of the different management systems, the power of the Pavilion Master is slightly greater than that of the elders.

There will be a re-election every few years, and some Pavilion Masters are still the Pavilion Masters of the previous generation, or the previous generation before that.

But it is different for the Holy Son. In Bailian Pavilion, the Pavilion Master is an indispensable factor in maintaining the operation of the sect. Whoever can lead the sect is qualified to become the Pavilion Master.

Even if it's a little worse, it doesn't matter. There will be another election in a few years anyway.

However, the Holy Son must be the most talented and powerful disciple among all the disciples!

If there is anyone in Bailian Pavilion who can be better than Qianji Bailian.

The next day he will be able to ascend the throne and be crowned the Holy Son.