Chapter 57: Anyone who dares to move me, are you looking for death?

  Wolongbao City

  An ordinary-looking man walks side by side with a stunning beauty in white clothes.

  Everyone around can't help but focus their attention on this.

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

  "Is... is this an immortal descending into the mortal world?"

  "Don't stay here, can't you see there's already someone next to the fairy?"

  "Hum, how can that unprepossessing youngster win the favor of an immortal maiden?"

  ……

  The willow moon's shadowy beauty is beyond the dust of the world, and with that person's rare and extraordinary looks, it's no wonder these people are so out of control.

  Ke Chu Yan was unlucky and walked with Liu Yue Ying, suffering from the resentful glances of many men.

  "Willow girl, I told you before that it's better to cover your face. Now look what trouble you've gotten me into!"

  Chu Yan said somewhat depressed, originally today Chu Yan was going to come to Wòlóng Fāng market to find a smelting workshop to further refine the nameless iron rod, Liu Yuèyǐng also wanted to go out for a stroll because she had been cooped up in the house for too long, and Chu Yan couldn't stop her.

  "When your heart is calm, you naturally don't need to care about others' gaze!"

  Liu Yu Ying, however, was nonchalant and spoke in a flat tone, her eyes occasionally glancing at the small stalls on the street.

  "Isn't that old man?"

  Chu Yan's eyes scanned and found that it was the old beggar who had sold him the nameless iron rod, so he hurriedly walked over.

  The old man was lying in a rattan chair at this time, fanning himself with a fan, his eyes slightly closed, looking very comfortable.

  "How much is this jade vase?"

  "One hundred spirit stones, don't touch if you're not buying, or you'll have to pay for it if you break it!"

  The old man's eyes didn't even open as he spoke in a lukewarm tone.

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

  Chu Yan smiled faintly.

  The old man's body suddenly shook violently, and he looked up at Chu Yan with a pale face.

  Chu Yan still wore the Easy Face mask at this time, and when he saw the slovenly old man last time, he appeared in this young appearance, and the slovenly old man recognized him immediately.

  "Ah, little Taoist friend, it's you! You, don't even think about returning it, that was something you picked out yourself back then!"

  An old man with a vigilant face looked at Chu Yan and said repeatedly.

  "Return it? But I'm using that iron rod just fine!" Chu Yan said with some confusion.

  "What? You're not here to return it, and indeed that staff, apart from being unable to be refined with pure blood, is stronger than even an ordinary top-grade magic weapon."

  The old man's face relaxed when he saw that Chu Yan was not there to return goods.

  "What? Can't refine? Can refine! Works pretty well!"

  Chu Yan's voice was low and calm, the waist-concealed Lingyu light flashed, and the unnamed iron rod flew out, covered with a layer of pale blue light.

  "What? How is this possible? I've lost big time this round!"

  The old man's eyes widened as he watched Chu Yan wield the nameless iron rod with ease, and his heart bled at the thought that this rod could be refined into a superior artifact. A superior artifact sold for the price of an inferior one - at this moment, the old man's intestines were filled with regret.

  "Old man, this nameless iron rod doesn't seem like a complete ritual instrument to me?"

  "Of course, this can be said to be a semi-finished extreme treasure, otherwise how could it be sold so cheaply to you!"

  The old man snorted coldly after hearing Chu Yan's words.

  "Please tell us more about it in detail, sir!"

  Chu Yan handed three pieces of spiritual stone to the old man's hand, and as soon as the old man saw the spiritual stone, the unpleasant expression on his face immediately disappeared.

  "To tell you the truth, this is a family heirloom that has been passed down for generations. I'm not sure how many years it's been around, but I've had this iron staff since I was old enough to remember. Although this staff can destroy anything in its path, it cannot be refined through spiritual practice. The older generation said it's only half of a real artifact, and that's all I know."

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

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

  ……

  Chu Yan bought this set of fist techniques for 200 spirit stones.

  The old man was still very happy in his heart, this stick was basically something that couldn't be sold out, originally the cultivators who refined sticks as magical instruments were few, and there were too many obvious mistakes in this stick technique, it was impossible to cultivate.

  Looking at the five big characters "Lei Xian Fu Mo Gun" on the stick, Chu Yan's heart was filled with a burning fire, and he didn't look at it for long before putting away the stick and standing up.

  "Get out of my sight!"

  A cold and clear voice came from afar, Chu Yan's heart shook, and he directly rode the Huo Lin knife to fly into the sky.

  Two sides stand in opposition among the crowd.

  Liu Yu's face was icy cold.

  On the opposite side, there was a young man with an extraordinary appearance and a lewd expression as the leader, accompanied by more than ten uniformly dressed cultivators.

  "Hey, beautiful, why are you so cold? Come on, let me warm your heart! Haha..."

  That lewd man had a lustful smile on his face, and the more than ten followers behind him followed suit.

  Liu Yu's face flashed with a hint of warm anger, just as she was about to erupt, a voice that left no room for doubt rang out in everyone's ears:

  "Anyone who dares to move me, looking for death?"

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

  "Little kid, you dare to interfere with..."

  "Boom!"

  The despicable young man had just spoken when a huge black shadow came rushing in with a fierce gust of wind, and an unnamed iron rod heavily smashed onto the young man's face. His right cheek instantly caved in, and a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth sprayed out wildly, sending him flying out directly!

  PS: The recent few chapters may be a bit dull, but this is all due to the needs of the later plot. I still hope that friends who like Xiao Qian's works and haven't collected them yet will collect them first. It has been growing very slowly, and I hope everyone will click on it casually, thank you!