The young man trotted to the crowd and asked with a trembling voice: "What do you mean? What does it mean to be swallowed by a strange fish and still come out alive?"
With a proud smile, the middle-aged man made a face at the young man and said:
"That's what it means literally. That guy Wang Fu'an got crazy because of something. He shot a mid-level third-level strange fish with his fish spear, and he spit it out from the mouth of the mid-level third-level strange fish."
"Damn, that's a mid-level third-level monster fish. I don't know what that guy Wang Fuan was thinking about setting it up."
Hearing the middle-aged man say that Wang Fu'an actually shot the fish spear into the vital part of the mid-level third-level monster fish, he couldn't help but feel a little excited, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in his pupils.
In the eyes of young people, what they admire is not those strong men with high cultivation levels, but seniors like Wang Fu'an who are not very talented but can see his hard work.
Only this kind of seniors will not feel the distance, but at the same time they can become the goal of their efforts.
What's more, today Wang Fu'an actually used the cultivation level of a great warrior to shoot the fish spear into the vital part of the third-level monster fish, which is something that most martial artists would find difficult to achieve!
This diluted the child's curiosity about how the young man around him came out alive from the mouth of the strange fish.
At this moment, a middle-aged man's voice came to the young man's ears.
"Speaking of which, what about that guy Wang Fu'an? He's probably not dead from his injuries. We beat that strange fish to half death, and it's really embarrassing to be injured by it."
Another middle-aged man next to him immediately agreed: "That's right, that strange fish is almost dead and was injured by it. What a useless guy."
"It's just that the fish spear can be shot more accurately, otherwise who would be willing to team up with him to stop the tide of monsters."
When the young man heard the two middle-aged men constantly sarcastic about his hero, he suddenly became serious, pushed his hands behind the two men with difficulty, and said in a cold voice through gritted teeth:
"You are not allowed to insult Uncle Wang. If you are not injured, please leave immediately."
The middle-aged people were not angry at the young man's actions, and their curiosity about the young man also disappeared. They turned around and waved their hands and said:
"Little one, when you grow up, you will recognize the reality."
"Wang Fu'an's fish spear shooting is accurate, but without us, there is no way he could kill a third-level monster fish alone."
"If you don't have good talent, no matter how hard you practice, you're just a loser."
The young man was about to cry, squatting down, holding his face in his hands and burying it between his legs. He was extremely sad, as if his entire faith had collapsed.
The uncle who never drank with others, often threw fish spears from morning to night, and taught them the skills of throwing fish spears was definitely not a loser.
He is the kindest hero in the eyes of their group of teenagers, and he is not what those people say.
Yiran looked at the middle-aged people who had turned away, reached out and touched the young man's head, leaned down and said softly:
"There's no point in crying. You should practice hard and keep improving your strength. In the future, you can beat these people to the ground. Then you can explain your reasoning to them."
The young man's sobbing voice gradually stopped and he raised his head thoughtfully, but the young man who was said to have come out alive from the mouth of the strange fish had already entered the courtyard.
The boy had never looked down on these guys who faced the battlefield and fainted without any injuries. He didn't care whether they were really fainted or fake. He looked down on these people from the bottom of his heart.
The young man has a high spirit, but even such a young man will cry because his idol is insulted.
Yi Ran walked into the courtyard and saw seriously injured monks everywhere.
The least injured ones were all bleeding from the seven orifices. They were obviously hit from the front by the fish's tail. Although the blood and qi in the body were blocked, they looked miserable but the injuries were not serious.
As for the most serious injuries, those whose bodies were pierced by bone spurs, water arrows, and missing arms and legs were not much different from Wang Fuan's injuries.
And Wang Fu'an was a little better. Although he was a little miserable, he still had all his limbs.
Looking at the tragic situation in the courtyard intuitively, the impact was stronger than the detection of perception, and the wailing screams pierced Yiran's consciousness.
The body was covered in blood, the ground was covered in blood, and the sky was shrouded in the bloody sunset.
Yiran sighed, seeming to see the current situation of the Holy Law Empire, a world that was even more cruel than the Principality of Wind and Fire.
People are fighting each other, and the border towns have no determination to protect the villages and towns. Instead, they squeeze the combat power of those villages and towns to block the advance of the wave of monsters.
The tide of Warcraft has also become a means for them to control the villages and towns within their jurisdiction. How little do they care about human life?
Yiran's blood-free robe and calm demeanor were completely different from the injured and doctors in the entire courtyard, and were incompatible with the entire environment.
The pace gradually slowed down, listening attentively to the wails and cries of the ordinary monks, feeling their anger and unwillingness.
In my heart, I seem to understand their struggle against the world and their anger that they are powerless to change this miserable situation.
Yiran clenched his fists unconsciously, and all the laments of everyone in the courtyard appeared in his mind.
The strong tearing feeling reminded Yiran of the moment when his mental power was cut off.
He gritted his teeth tightly and continued to take a step forward with difficulty. The wailing sound was even more painful, as if countless ghosts were devouring his soul.
His body trembled slightly involuntarily, and every step he took seemed to challenge his own limits.
I don't know how long it took, but the mountain and river cauldron shook in his consciousness, and soft golden light emitted from his body, washing Yiran's consciousness.
An old and majestic voice appeared in Yiran's consciousness:
"return!"
Yiran's mind immediately returned to his spiritual consciousness.
The wails continued to weaken, and the haze shrouding his consciousness slowly melted away. Yiran raised his head and looked at the Shanhe Cauldron, which was as bright as the sun. A spring-like smile appeared on his face again. He bent down and clasped his fists and said:
"Thank you, senior!"
The Mountain and River Cauldron shook, and an old man with white beard and white hair and white clothes appeared on the Mountain and River Cauldron, and the old voice appeared again:
"Little guy, he has good talent and perseverance. Now it seems that he has good luck. He almost went crazy but got a blessing in disguise. If his spiritual consciousness goes further, he should be close to the Nascent Soul."
"I am the weapon spirit of the Shanhe Cauldron, named Shanhe. I have been sleeping for an unknown number of years, at least much earlier than the Azure Dragon King."
"If you have any questions, tell me. I'll take this opportunity to tell you."
Yiran's mind was shaken, and the calm sea of his mind was like a hurricane, blowing up huge waves on the sea.
The old man just pointed his finger, and golden light suddenly appeared on his fingertips. The huge waves calmed down instantly, and Yiran's mind suddenly calmed down.
"I just praised you for your great progress in spiritual consciousness, and now you are so excited? You still haven't practiced enough."
"From the moment I recognized you as my master, I began to observe this world. Their skills and cultivation standards are so low that they are simply unsightly."
"Only your mental skills are pretty good. Even back then, you could still be considered top-notch."
Yiran worked hard to calm down his mind, so that he would no longer be so startled, and slowly digested the old man's words.
"Do you know my cultivation technique?"
The old man sneered, looked up at the sky, and said leisurely:
"There are countless immortal cultivation techniques, all of which can lead to the great road. It's normal for me to have never seen this technique like yours. Just looking at the strength and recovery speed of your Qi, you can be considered top-notch."
When he heard the word "cultivating immortality", Yiran finally felt relieved and no longer had any defense against the weapon spirit of the Mountain and River Cauldron.
"Senior, do you still remember the era you lived in? Why are there no immortals in the world anymore?"
"The era I lived in? It was so long ago that I can't even tell for a while."
"You only need to know that in that era, the heyday of cultivating immortals was extremely grand. Whether they were human beings, demons, ghosts, or various other tangible objects, it was possible to enter the cultivation field and eventually become so-called immortals and pass away."
"It's just that later the world was in turmoil, and strong men from other worlds came through the sky with an army of monsters. The strong men who could break through the world were no longer able to be resisted by the people below them."
"So the entire cultivation world, whether they were humans, demons or ghosts, all united and forged three major artifacts. Humans, demons and ghosts each held one of them, and launched a siege on the powerful people from other worlds."
"In the end, all the three strong men of the human, demon and ghost clans were killed and injured, and the three great artifacts were almost broken, and the invader was finally killed. However, the remaining power was no longer enough to kill the army of monsters."
"As the spirit of the human race's divine weapon, the Mountain and River Cauldron, I witnessed with my own eyes the battle in which landslides and earth shattered. I saw with my own eyes that countless famous monks were torn apart at the hands of powerful men from other worlds. They could not survive more than two moves."
"Countless monks above Nascent Soul rushed towards the invaders in order to protect this world. No one was lucky enough to escape alive. Including my master, who has the cultivation of the late incarnation and is called the most powerful person of the Human Emperor."
"I don't know how many years have passed since that war."
"Just looking at the practice, the original system of cultivating immortals has been completely cut off, and at some point, two systems of practice, magic and martial arts, were derived."
“That’s right, great prosperity must be followed by great decline, and great decline must be followed by revival.”
Old Man Shanhe talked to himself and recalled the past, not as if he was trying to solve Yi Ran's doubts, but as if he was an old man lamenting over the past.
"Senior, as far as I know, the cultivation system of magic and martial arts has only been developed for five thousand years. The cultivation of immortality you mentioned should have been traced back to ancient times without any records."
"As for what you said, the Warcraft are invaders from ancient times? Then why hasn't one party been completely extinct for so many years? And why did they come back to invade this world?"
Old man Shanhe looked at the young man and was silent for a long time before he said:
"The answers to these questions need to be explored by yourself. From the time I was cast to the time I was finally damaged and fell into a deep sleep, it took only a few decades. I don't know much about this world."
Just when Yiran wanted to continue asking, she suddenly felt someone pulling on the corner of her clothes, and her mind instantly returned to the outside world.
The mountain and river tripod in the consciousness has returned to calm, as if all the previous experiences were all dreams.
Yi Ran lowered his head and looked at the guy holding his clothes. It was the young man who was crying for Wang Fu'an at the door just now.
The young man looked up at Yiran and said seriously: "Don't wander around in the courtyard. Don't disturb the injured and the doctors. I'll take you to find Uncle Wang."
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