Chen Yang saw the old man breaking the village with one hand.

He was really shocked!

In this way, he broke the village several pieces.

This is too terrifying.

Chen Yang believed at this moment that this old man was not simple, very not simple.

"You really give me a magic weapon?"

Chen Yang asked with his eyes glowing.

"I won't lie, are you?"

"What am I lying to you?" said the old man affirmatively, "As long as you grill the meat until it tastes delicious, I promise to give you a magical artifact. It is definitely worse than this little knife."

"Okay. No problem."

Chen Yang responded readily.

"Then hurry up."

The old man lay back and soon he started snoring again.

Thinking of having a magical tool, Chen Yang will be motivated now.

Run back to the giant snake and retrieve the nineteen-son kitchen knife that he had just thrown away.

He finally cut a quarter with all his strength.

Then drag it to the stream and clean it up, then cut a big branch and string it together.

After the work was done, Chen Yang took it back.

Re-create the fire.

Stand up the meat.

Chen Yang took out another flavour pill and prepared to get it on.

"Stop using the flavour pill."

The old man behind him rang again.

Chen Yang glanced at him, and he really doubted whether the old man was really asleep.

"Don't look at me. Just bake it like this. Then use your powder. I promise it's better than before."

The old man said again.

It seems that the old man really has eyes behind him, Chen Yang muttered in his heart.

But he still did what the old man said.

At the beginning, it was really a very odor.

But the more you bake it, the more fragrant it becomes.

"With salt!"

The old man said again.

"After adding salt, what powder you have."

"Yeah, put more powder. It's quite fragrant."

"Turn quickly. This way you bake evenly."

The old man was in charge of the whole process, and Chen Yang had no choice but to work.

"Hurry up, hurry up."

"With salt!"

"You are so slow, so stupid!"

"Will you eat what you baked?"

There were many times when Chen Yang couldn't keep up with the speed he said. He was scolded by the old man.

Chen Yang felt a little angry.

But when he thought about it, Chen Yang had to endure it in order to get the magic weapon.

The baking time this time is almost the same as the last time.

However, after the whole process, Chen Yang became exhausted and paralyzed.

"Okay."

When Chen Yang was baked, the old man squeezed Chen Yang aside.

Chen Yang was so tired that he didn't want to talk.

But the old man was not polite at all, picked up the snake meat and started eating it.

"It's OK. The taste is OK."

"Ah~ It's normal."

The old man was not afraid of being hot, so he commented while eating.

Chen Yang saw that the old man finished eating in less than three minutes.

His eyes were straight, and his stomach was rumbling when he was hungry.

"It's not delicious, please leave some for me."

Chen Yang sat next to him and said.

"And so much. You've finished it."

The old man looked at Chen Yang proudly and smiled, "This is your compensation to me. If I don't finish the meal, I feel sorry for you."

"I~"

Chen Yang was speechless.

If it weren't for the fact that you could shake the demon sword Masaru with one hand, I would have fought with you.

The old man drank two sips of wine at this moment. It seemed that the wine in his small wine pot could not be finished. After drinking so long, he still had it.

ah!

"Full."

This time the old man wiped his mouth with satisfaction.

"You're full." Chen Yang sat up and stared at him and asked, "Where are you going to give me the magic weapon?"

"I said I'll give you it to you."

The old man didn't know where he was at this time, so he took out a handful of black things and threw them to Chen Yang.

"Hey, I'll give you my magic weapon. It's also considered keeping my promise."

The old man threw the artifact over.

Chen Yang took it and took a look.

He almost didn't want to curse.

The thing that the old man threw over was obviously a fire stick.

It is just a fire stick that is so ordinary that it cannot be ordinary. It is no different from those placed by the stove in the countryside.

Moreover, Chen Yang held it in his hand and really didn't feel anything special.

After all, the Demon Sword Village could exude a little horrifying momentum. But the fire stick in his hand was faint.

"Are you kidding me? Is this a magical artifact?"

Chen Yang stared at the old man and asked, "Is it interesting to play with me like this?"

"What are you teasing? My hand is a magic weapon." The old man said seriously.

"Your hand is a magical weapon. My hand is a super hand."

Chen Yang picked up the kitchen knife beside him and threw it away.

When the old man saw the kitchen knife, he showed some disdain and said, "Your kitchen knife is just an ordinary person. Boy, I thought that you are a cultivator and would know the level of weapons. Now it seems that you are not aware of it at all."

"I really know nothing. But you are not a magical tool. Fire sticks are magical tools. Are shit sticks super magical tools?" Chen Yang said unhappily.

I was exhausted and wanted to earn a magic weapon, but in the end I got a fire stick. No one would feel happy.

"You don't understand the classification of weapons, I will teach you today."

The old man sat down and took a sip of wine and said, "In the cultivation world, weapons are divided into ordinary items, treasures, magic weapons, spiritual weapons, immortal weapons, and magic weapons. The little demon sword just now is at most the level of magic weapons. It is far from my magic weapon. And have you never read a book?"

"What's the point of reading? I have read less, so you want to lie to me? Is this a magical tool?"

Chen Yang asked excitedly with a fire stick, "I would rather want that demon knife."
To be continued...