Wolongfang City.

    An ordinary-looking man walked side by side with a peerless beauty who was dressed in white and beat the snow.

    Everyone who walks around can''t help but focus their attention here.

    "My God, how can there be such a beautiful girl?"

    "This... is this a fairy descending to earth?"

    "Don''t stay, don''t you see that there is someone next to the fairy?"

    "Hmph, how could that boy be favored by the fairy because of his unattractive appearance?"

    ...

    Liu Yueying''s temperament is out of the dust, coupled with that rare peerless face in the world, it is no wonder that these people are so rude.

    But Chu Yan was out of luck, and walking with Liu Yueying did not know how many men looked at him with resentment.

    "Miss Liu, I told you before, it''s best to cover your face, now I''ll be hurt by you!"

    Chu Yan was a little depressed. Originally, Chu Yan was going to come to Wolongfang City to find a smithing workshop to recreate the unnamed iron rod. Liu Yueying also wanted to go out for a stroll because she had been bored in the house for too long. Not easy to stop.

    "Be still in your heart, naturally you don''t need to care about other people''s eyes!"

    Liu Yueying spoke indifferently, without caring, and looked at the small stalls in the street from time to time.

    "Isn''t that the old man?"

    Chu Yan swept his gaze and saw the sloppy old man who sold him the nameless iron rod, and hurried over.

    The sloppy old man was lying on the rattan chair at this moment, fanning a fan in one hand, eyes slightly closed, and he seemed to be enjoying himself.

    "How to sell this jade bottle?"

    "One hundred spirit stones, don''t touch them if you don''t buy them, you won''t be able to pay for them if you break them!"

    The sloppy old man said lukewarmly without opening his eyes.

    "Old man, why are you still selling things like this?"

    Chu Yan smiled lightly.

    The sloppy old man suddenly shook his body, looked up at Chu Yan and his face immediately collapsed.

    Chu Yan was still wearing the disguise mask at this time. The last time he saw the sloppy old man, he appeared in the appearance of this young man, and the sloppy old man immediately recognized it.

    "Ah, little fellow Daoist, it''s you, you, you don''t want to return it, you were optimistic about it at the beginning!"

    The sloppy old man looked at Chu Yan with a vigilant expression and kept talking.

    "Return? I use that iron rod very well!" Chu Yan said with some doubts.

    "What? You didn''t come to return it, and it''s true that the strength of that stick is not comparable to that of an ordinary top-grade magic weapon, except that it can''t be refined with blood essence."

    Seeing that Chu Yan didn''t come to return the goods, the sloppy old man''s expression softened.

    "Ah? Can''t sacrifice? You can sacrifice! It''s very useful!"

    Chu Yan said indifferently, the light of the Lingyu jade flashed around his waist, and the nameless iron rod flew out, which was covered by a layer of light blue light.

    "What? How is this possible, lose it, this time it''s really a big loss!"

    The sloppy old man watched Chu Yan control the nameless iron rod with ease, and his heart bleeds. This iron rod can actually be sacrificed. It must be a top-quality magic weapon. , At this time, the sloppy old man''s intestines are all regretful.

    "Old man, I don''t think this nameless iron rod looks like a complete magic weapon?"

    "Of course, this can be said to be a semi-finished top-grade magic weapon, otherwise how could it be sold to you so cheaply!"

    The sloppy old man snorted coldly after hearing what Chu Yan said.

    "Please tell the old man carefully!"

    Chu Yan handed the three spirit stones into the hands of the sloppy old man, and the unhappy expression on the face of the sloppy old man disappeared immediately when he saw the spirit stones.

    "Speaking of which, this is a magic weapon that has been passed down in my family. I don''t know how many years it has been, but I have this iron rod as long as I can remember it. Although this iron rod is indestructible, it cannot be sacrificed. , I heard from the older generation that this is a semi-finished product of a magic weapon, that''s all the old man knows."

    Chu Yan thought deeply, and it seemed that his guess was correct.

    "By the way, this stick also comes with a set of stick tactics, do you want it?"

    ...

    Chu Yan bought this set of stick tactics at the price of two hundred spirit stones.

    The sloppy old man was still very happy in his heart. This stick is something that cannot be sold at all. There are only a few cultivators who made sticks as magic weapons, and there are too many obvious mistakes in this stick, and it is impossible to cultivate at all.

    Seeing the five big characters of "Slaughtering Immortals and Fighting the Magic Stick" above the stick, Chu Yan''s heart was hot, and he put the stick away and stood up without reading much.

    "Disappear from me!"

    A cold word came from a distance, and Chu Yan''s heart was shocked, and he flew directly into the sky with the Huo Lin Dao.

    The two sides faced each other in the crowd.

    Liu Yueying''s face was cold.

    The people on the opposite side were headed by a young man with unusual clothes and a vulgar appearance, and there were more than ten cultivators in uniform.

    "Don''t, beauty, why are you so cold, come, let brother warm your heart! Haha..."

    The wretched man had a lewd smile on his face, followed by the dozen or so attendants behind him.

    A trace of anger crossed Liu Yueying''s face, and just as it was about to strike, an unquestionable voice sounded in everyone''s ears:

    "People who dare to touch me, are they courting death?"

    Chu Yan flew from the sky, and his voice was extremely cold.

    "Boy, you dare to be small..."

    "Bang!"

    The wretched youth had just finished speaking when he felt a huge black figure whistling with a violent wind. The nameless iron rod smashed heavily on the wretched youth''s face, and his right face collapsed instantly, with a mouthful of broken teeth. The blood spurted out wildly, and was directly smashed and flew out!

    ps: The last few pictures may be a little dull, but this is all because of the needs of the later plot. I still hope that friends who like Xiaoqian''s works do not collect them. Collect them first. The recommendation has been growing very slowly. I hope everyone can click on it. Recommend, thanks!