"Okay, three, sit down and talk slowly." Lin Fei finished speaking, regardless of whether the three of them sat down or not. He had found a chair and sat down: "You are here this time just for that sword, this Qianshan Sect's former... "

Speaking of this, Lin Fei looked at Zhao Sihai with a little inquiry in his eyes. Zhao Sihai was smart and quickly reported to his home: "Zhao Sihai, Zhao Sihai..."

"Oh, this senior brother Zhao from Qianshan Sect said that the three of you came to the sword casting shop to discuss a business..." Lin Fei nodded and then continued: "Isn't this very good? Our sword casting shop opened the door to do business. All the guests came in, so why bother shouting and killing?"

"I dare not, I dare not, but I can't afford to call me Xiao Zhao or Xiao Hai..." Zhao Sihai's legs were still trembling. When he heard Lin Fei call him Senior Brother, he was even more frightened and quickly lowered his identity.

"Haha..." Lin Fei certainly wouldn't be bothered with him, but just smiled, and then his eyes fell on An Zijie who was still dumbfounded: "Junior Brother An, your Chi Ming is not dead, don't be watching there. Among you three, the person who wants that sword the most is you. If you don't think of a way, it's a difficult thing to explain after you go back..."

"Ah?" When An Zijie heard this, he felt as if he had come back to life again. His eyes were straight at Lin Fei: "What did you say? My Chi Ming is not dead?"

After saying that, he seemed to realize that his tone was wrong, and quickly changed into a more polite tone: "Lin... Brother Lin, I, Chi Ming, am I really not dead?"

"Yeah, I'm not dead."

"But..." An Zijie was still not relieved.

"..." Lin Fei couldn't help but shook his head. Seeing him like this, if he didn't feel at ease, he would be afraid that even the sword would be no longer attentive, so he had to speak: "If I read correctly, Chi Ming should have been a Wutu before his life. He was born with a unique species raised in the earth. He had a one-horn on his forehead, and his limbs were all guarded by seven orifices. He looked like a living person. He usually fed people and lived in the southern wilderness. Every three hundred years, the one on the forehead of Wutu would fall, and another one would be born in another three hundred years. This one-horn is the best for fire protection. It is not harmful to keep walking in the fire. Many weapon refiners like to use this one-horn to sacrifice magic weapons..."

"However, few people know that the horn on Wutu's forehead, in addition to being able to ward off fire, can also rely on the three souls and seven spirits of Wutu. When encountering danger, Wutu will place the three souls and seven spirits of Wutu in the horn. Even if he dies at that time, he will be reborn from the horn in another three hundred years..."

Lin Fei's words, let alone An Zijie, even as a weapon master, can be said to be a paradigm of knowledge, which can be said to be unheard of. For a moment, everyone in the Sword Forging Square looked at Lin Fei in a daze, as if they wanted to see the real answer from Lin Fei's face.

"The most right thing you did when you sacrificed this Chi Ming was that you didn't take off the horn alone and sacrificed a magic weapon alone. Now this horn is still there, and the three souls and seven spirits of Chi Ming are not dissipated. After you go back, as long as you use your Chi Ming method to patiently sacrifice and refine it for a month, Chi Ming will naturally reshape your true body. And because you have experienced a rebirth, your power is probably a little more powerful than now..."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Lin!" At this moment, An Zijie felt like he was escaping from death. You must know that this head of Chi Ming is An Zijie's foundation for enlightenment. If he really died here today, An Zijie's path to cultivation would have been really broken...

"Okay, I've finished talking about this sword."

"Senior Brother Lin, my Qianshan Sect is willing to buy this sword with ten thousand spirit stones." Zhao Sihai waited by the side for a long time, and finally waited until Lin Fei finished talking about Chi Ming's affairs, and hurriedly quoted the price as soon as possible.

When Zhao Sihai spoke, whether it was Su Jin or An Zijie, he immediately cursed in his heart. This bastard is really a loach, so he can drill wherever there is a hole...

But, just want to take this sword with ten thousand spirit stones?

dream!

An Zijie stretched out his hand without thinking: "Senior Brother Lin, my Netherworld Sect is willing to pay 15,000 spirit stones to buy this sword!"

"I sent out 18,000 spirit stones from Lishan Jian." Su Jin was not willing to fall behind.

"Hey, you two, are you really going to be enemies with my Netherworld Sect?" An Zijie immediately stopped seeing this situation. Damn these two bastards, they are going to smash spirit stones to death...

"Why don't be enemies? Do you understand business? Don't give us any labels!" As a result, the other two didn't buy it at all.

The three of them were talking and talking, and they were all in a mess. The price of this sword was raised from ten thousand spirit stones at the beginning to an astonishing 30,000 spirit stones. It seemed that no one of the three of them wanted to give up...

"It seems that all three are very interested..." Lin Fei thought for a while before speaking: "However, in Luofu World, all three sects had a good relationship with the Wenjian Sect, and I was unwilling to offend one of them. Otherwise, I will give the three 3 days. During these three days, the three can come to quote me once. Whoever pays the highest price will be able to take the sword."

"This..." The three of them couldn't help but hesitate, but after thinking about it, they had to admit that this was the best solution. After all, behind the three of them were the three major sects of Wu Hai, who were about to tear their faces apart because of a sword, which was not a good thing for everyone...

So, the three people with their own thoughts hurriedly left the sword casting workshop.

"Uncle Lin, Uncle Lin..." As soon as the three of them left, Jiang Li came over. Although they were a little shocked by the terrifying strength that Uncle Lin had just shown, in comparison, what Jiang Li really cared about was the flying 30,000 spirit stones. When he opened his mouth, he had a regret of a cooked duck flying: "Why did you let them go? That's 30,000 spirit stones? What if the three of them went back and discussed and found that buying the 30,000 spirit stones was not worth it, and then came back to quote a minimum price?"

"Haha, do you want 30,000 spirit stones, or do you want more than 100,000 spirit stones?"

"Ah?" Jiang Li was stunned: "What are the tens of thousands of spirit stones?"

"Wait and see." After saying this, Lin Fei stopped saying anything, just sat there and waited for peace of mind...

Sure enough, less than an hour later, Zhao Sihai ran back.
Chapter completed!