The world starts from the iron cloth shirt

I saw a big bearded man with a smile on his face, watching them quietly.

A group of people swallowed wildly.

"Big... my lord, what's the matter?"

One of them laughed uglier than crying.

"Iron turtle...hehe, who are you talking about?"

Chen Xuan asked with a smile.

"No, we didn't say anyone, you heard me wrong, we didn't say anything."

One of them said hastily.

"Yes, yes, nothing."

A group of people quickly agreed.

"It's his grandma's. I can't do anything else but have good ears. If I say I heard wrong, are you saying that I have deafness?"

Chen Xuan squeezed out a smile.

"No, no, absolutely no such intention!"

"My lord, please forgive me. We didn't say it. We also heard it."

A group of people begged for mercy.

Chen Xuan gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "I will remember it all. I am nicknamed 'Iron Palm Floating on the Water'. It is not an iron turtle. Who dares to call it an iron turtle? Don't blame me for being ruthless with this sword!"

"Yes, yes, definitely don't talk about it, you old man is floating on the water!"

"Yes, it's Iron Palm Floating on the Water."

A group of people hurriedly said.

"roll!"

Chen Xuan snorted.

A group of people ran away with their heads in their arms, not even wanting weapons.

Chen Xuan was upset.

His grandma's.

What the hell?

He turned and walked towards the blacksmith shop, put Zishang in his hand gently on the table, and said, "Boss, forge a suitable scabbard for this sword of Lao Tzu."

The boss on one side came quickly, and when he saw Chen Xuan, he first bowed his hands and saluted, then took out the measuring ruler, and started to measure. After some manipulations, he said, "My lord, the shop only has [-]-refined refined steel, you see Do you want to cast it?"

A good sword is usually equipped with a good scabbard. This kind of sharp weapon usually requires a scabbard made of black iron at the very least, but it is a small place after all, and Chen Xuan is not too demanding.

"can!"

he opened his mouth.

"Okay, my lord, please wait a moment, half an hour at most."

said the boss.

Chen Xuan nodded slightly, sat on the chair, and began to wait.

During this period, his eyes were darting around, and suddenly his eyes flashed, and he noticed a figure walking by the street.

"Zhao Longfei..."

Chen Xuan said to himself.

When he looked at the past, Zhao Feilong frowned, felt a sense, and looked back.

"Captain Wu."

Zhao Feilong immediately walked towards him, cupped his hands and said, "Unexpectedly, I saw the head catcher here."

"Well, brother Zhao is also here to fight weapons?"

Chen Xuan asked.

"That's right, I ordered a long sword a few days ago, and I'm here to pick it up today."

Zhao Longfei smiled slightly, his eyes fell on the purple lightsaber in Chen Xuan's hand, his eyes changed, and he said, "Purple Sword."

"Brother Zhao recognizes it?"

Chen Xuan asked.

He had found someone to confirm the identities of the three middle-aged men yesterday. They were all heretic demons, so it was difficult to determine who was instigated by them.

Zhao Longfei pondered for a while, and said: "This sword belonged to a heretic tyrant before, and later that person was killed by a master of Phoenix Villa, so..."

"Phoenix Villa."

Chen Xuan's eyes flashed.

It's them!

Chapter 79 Killing decisively

After Zhao Longfei saw the difference in Chen Xuan's eyes, he smiled slightly, changed the subject, and said, "Captain Wu, have you heard about the events outside the city?"

"Outside the city? About chance? Chance was born?"

Chen Xuan asked in surprise.

Zhao Longfei smiled slightly, noncommittal.

"Brother Zhao, Ming people don't say dark words, is chance really born?"

Chen Xuan asked.

"The news I got is that the three major forces are already moving quickly, and many casual cultivators have started fighting with them. In addition, Xiao Yunxi and Meng Sanqian have already entered the depths of the mountains."

Zhao Longfei said.

Chen Xuan's mind surged.