Nalan Yanran Next Door

Xiao Yan looked at the taciturn old man and sensed the fear spilling from his eyes, finally understanding a little.

This old man must have suffered quite a fright before. Perhaps it had something to do with Ice River Valley's Fighting Skill.

After pondering for a moment, Xiao Yan asked gently.

"Old man, what do you want in exchange for Ice River Valley's Fighting Skill? Pills? Pill formulas? Or cultivation methods and fighting skills of other attributes?"

Having been in the Central Continent for so long, Xiao Yan had grown accustomed to bartering for high-level items. He had not even considered gold coin, because anyone selling something like this generally would not be short on money.

"No, no! This old man doesn't want those things." The old man waved his hands repeatedly, his expression full of panic. "I'm just an ordinary person. I don't understand cultivation at all. I only want money."

His words filled Xiao Yan's eyes with doubt. After examining him carefully, he found that the flow of Dou Qi in the old man's body was indeed negligible. Based on his experience, the old man had at most been a Dou Zhe in his youth. The Dou Qi in his body likely had not circulated for decades, leaving his meridians nearly crippled. The little Dou Qi he had left was probably only enough to use a Storage Ring.

Why would such an old man possess Ice River Valley's Fighting Skill?

Although Xiao Yan found it strange, he did not ask why the old man had Ice River Valley's Fighting Skill. Instead, he smiled faintly and asked.

"Old man, how much do you want?"

"O-one million?"

The old man shakily raised one finger. It was obvious at a glance that he feared Xiao Yan would reject the price, but