Chapter 147: not dead

"Okay, three, sit down and talk slowly." Lin Fei finished, no matter whether the three sat or not, he found a chair and sat down anyway: "You came this time for nothing more than That sword, the Qianshan Sect just now..."
Speaking of which, Lin Fei glanced at Zhao Sihai and asked a little bit in his eyes. Zhao Sihai was clever and hurriedly reported to his door: "Zhao Sihai, Zhao Sihai..."
"Oh, Brother Zhao of Qianshan Sect said, the three came to Zhujianfang, they wanted to discuss a business..." Lin Fei nodded, and then continued to say: "This is not very good, We Zhu Jianfang opened the door to do business, and all the guests came in. Why should we call out and kill?"
"Don't dare, don't dare, but when I can't afford to call him Brother, call me Xiao Zhao or Xiao Hai..." Zhao Sihai is still trembling with both legs. He was suddenly scared when he heard Lin Fei calling him Brother. Shimmering, he took the initiative to lower his status.
"Hehe..." Of course Lin Fei wouldn't be entangled with him, just smiled, and then looked at An Zijie, who was still dumb: "This Anshi brother, you are not dead, don't have to stay there Looked at it. Of the three of you, the person who wants the sword most is you. You don’t want to find a way. I’m afraid I won’t be able to explain it when I go back..."
"Ah?" When An Zijie heard this, he seemed to be alive again. He looked at Lin Fei with a pair of eyes: "What are you talking about, my Chiming is not dead?"
After I finished speaking, I seemed to realize that my tone was wrong, and quickly changed to a more polite tone: "Lin... Brother Lin, I am really alive, I am not dead?"
"Well, not dead."
"But..." An Zijie was still not at ease.
"..." Lin Fei shook his head and looked at him like this. If he was not assured, he wouldn't even think about the sword, so he had to say, "If I'm not wrong, you Chi Ming was supposed to be a Utu, born alien, born with a unicorn on his forehead, with all four limbs and vigilance. He looked like a stranger. He usually feeds on people and lives in Daze, Nanhuang. In three hundred years, the horn of the Utu forehead will fall, and another one will be born in another three hundred years. This horn is the most capable of opening up the fire, and walking in the fire will not hurt you. Many refiners Everyone likes to use this one-horned sacrificial weapon..."
"However, few people know that the horn on Wutu's forehead, in addition to being able to pierce fire, can also deposit Wutu's three souls and seven souls. Among the unicorns, even if they die at that time, they will be reborn from the unicorns in three hundred years..."
Lin Fei's remarks, not to mention An Zijie, even if he is a master refiner, it can be said that it is a well-known paradigm, and it can be said to be unheard of. For a while, everyone in Zhu Jianfang was stunned. Looking at Lin Fei, it seemed like he wanted to see the real answer from Lin Fei's face.
"When you sacrificed this red nether, the one thing you did the most right was that you did not take off this single horn separately, and sacrificed a magic weapon separately. Now this single horn is still there, and red ninth three The soul of the seven souls does not disperse. After you go back, as long as you use the method of red blood to patience and sacrifice for a month, this red soul will naturally reshape the real body, and because of a rebirth, the power is only afraid of more than now. A little bit more..."
"Thank you Brother Lin!" At this moment, An Zijie had a feeling of escaping from the dead. You must know that this red nether is the foundation of An Zijie's enlightenment. If he really died here today, then his practice Even if the road is really broken...
"Okay, the gossip is over, let's talk about this sword."
"Brother Lin, Qianshanzong is willing to buy this sword with ten thousand spirit stones." Zhao Sihai waited for a long time beside him, and finally waited for Lin Fei to finish the matter of Chi Ming and hurriedly quote the price as soon as possible.
Zhao Sihai’s opening, whether it’s Su Jin or An Zijie, was suddenly scolded in his heart. This is really a loach, wherever there is a hole...
However, ten thousand spirit stones want to take this sword?
dream!
Without thinking, An Zijie stretched out a hand: "Brother Lin, my nether sect is willing to pay 15,000 spirit stones to buy this sword!"
"I sent 18,000 spirit stones away from Shanjian." Su Jin was not far behind.
"Hey, you two, do you really want to be enemies with the Netherworld Sect?" An Zijie looked at the situation and suddenly stopped doing it. These two of the mother, this is going to smash the spirit stone into the death...
"What is the enemy or not, the business doesn't understand, don't give us a hat!" As a result, the other two didn't buy it at all.
The three were there, you made a mess with me, and the price of this sword was raised from the first ten thousand spirit stones to the amazing thirty thousand spirit stones. The meaning of giving up...
"It seems that the three are very interested..." Lin Fei thought for a while, and then said: "However, in the Luofu world, the three martial arts all had good relations with Jianzong, and I am not If you are willing to offend one of them, otherwise, I will give three of them three days. During these three days, three of them can come to me to bid once, and whoever pays the highest price will take the sword. "
"This..." The three people couldn't help but hesitated, but after thinking about it, they had to admit that this is the best solution. After all, the three schools of Wuhai are standing behind the three people, just because of one It's not good for everyone to tear the sword off his face...
As a result, the three thoughtful people left the Jianjianfang in a hurry.
"Uncle Lin, Uncle Lin..." As soon as the three of them left, Jiang Li's back feet came together. Although a little shocked by the terrifying strength that Uncle Lin showed just now, in contrast, Jiang Li really cares It was the 30,000 spirits that flew away. When I spoke, there was a regret that the cooked ducks flew in my voice: "How can you let them go, that is 30,000 spirits, in case The three of them went back to discuss each other, and found that 30,000 spirit stones were worthless to buy this sword. What if they came back and asked for a reserve price?"
"Oh, do you want thirty thousand spirit stones, or do you want more than ten thousand spirit stones?"
"Ah?" Jiang Li suddenly shuddered: "What a hundred thousand spirit stones?"
"Wait and see." After saying this, Lin Fei said nothing more, but just sat there and waited...
Sure enough, less than an hour later, Zhao Sihai ran back.
After the true disciple of Qianshan Sect entered the door, he sneaked a glance out of the door and confirmed that no one was following him. Then he let out a long breath and turned back to squeeze a flattering smile: "Lin Brother, my Qianshan Sect is willing to produce 40,000 spirit stones, so you sell me the sword..."