"Why don't you go grab it?" Lin Feng finally saw that this stall owner was extremely shameless.
"Robbery is illegal. Since ancient times, people have been asking for a price. If you pay back the money when you get there, you should pay the price." The thin middle-aged man said with a smile on his face.
Lin Feng gritted his teeth and bargained for a price: "Ten elementary spirit stones."
"Too few, ninety-five elementary spirit stones."
"Just ten, your flying sword will have a flat head."
"Ninety, no more."
"Your flying sword has a flat head."
The thin middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "You should add a little more!"
"do not add."
"Just add a little more."
"Not at all." Lin Feng resolutely kept the bottom line.
"Deal, let me make friends, just ten elementary spirit stones." The thin middle-aged man said with a slap on his thigh.
"Well, I think it's a bit expensive!" Lin Feng felt a little cheated.
"Fellow Taoist, you must be principled in your life. Take the flying sword away." The thin middle-aged man was afraid that Lin Feng would regret it, so he hurriedly handed over the sword pouch.
"I'll think about it again."
"A man must act vigorously and resolutely."
"Okay." Lin Feng took out nine elementary spirit stones from his storage bag and handed them over.
"One is missing!" The thin middle-aged man expressed dissatisfaction.
"Brother, let me tell you the truth, there are only nine spiritual stones. I can't afford one more." Lin Feng cried out, pretending that he didn't want to buy it.
"Nine elementary spirit stones, this is your flying sword." The thin middle-aged man hurriedly took the spirit stones and pushed the flying needle over.
Lin Feng felt vaguely that he had been taken advantage of, and asked: "Tell the truth, what's wrong with this flying needle?"
"There's really no problem. It's just that the weapon maker was preparing to polish the sword's tip after forging it. He found that the material was too hard and the whetstone was worn out, but he still couldn't sharpen the sword's tip."
"Hazy, this is a bit useless." Lin Feng complained: "There is no sword tip, just throw it out and hit it with a hammer."
"The weapon refiner said that it has no sharp edge and can penetrate people. Miracles can be achieved with great force."
"Then I can just buy a stick magic weapon, why should I sell this?" The more Lin Feng thought about it, the more he suffered, and he continued to reason with the thin middle-aged man.
"Little brother, you are making a fortune at a bargain price. This flying sword was originally intended to be made into a mid-level magic weapon, a three-edged sword. Although it does not have a sword tip, the material is a genuine mid-level spiritual material."
"It's bad luck for me!" Lin Feng reluctantly took the flying sword.
"Don't say that, it's a blessing in disguise." The thin middle-aged man consoled him.
"Tell me about the function of the flying sword."
"This flying sword is called Seven Kills. It has no spiritual power. After inputting the spiritual power, throw it with force. It will be indestructible."
Lin Feng's face turned red after hearing this. The flying sword of emotion was thrown entirely by physical strength and could not fly out to hurt the enemy on its own. Other magical weapons could fly out and hurt the enemy after inputting spiritual power.
"Well, its advantage is that it consumes less spiritual power." The thin middle-aged man continued to boast with some embarrassment.
"Stop talking about it. The world is very simple, but people are complicated." Lin Feng put the flying needle into his storage bag, picked up a dragon elephant talisman from the stall, and said, "This is a good addition."
"This is worth two elementary spirit stones, no, no, no, no, it's really not good for a small business." The thin middle-aged man shook his head like a rattle.
"Brother, you have to be dignified in your behavior!" Lin Feng began to put a high hat on the stall owner.
"Let this go, a gall seed."
Lin Feng looked at a dark red seed in his hand and put it away dumbfounded.
"Little brother, look at other things. This soul-shaking bell is a rare sonic attack weapon..."
"No need." Lin Feng declined hastily and stood up to go find Qin Lingling.
"Little brother, walk slowly and come back next time."
Lin Feng left without looking back.
The thin middle-aged man looked at the nine elementary spirit stones with joy and said to himself: "I made a lot of money from the business. I bought a few broken iron rods at a low price. I met a rookie and made a fool of myself."
"Xiaocang baby, I left the small county of Dengfeng..." The thin middle-aged man couldn't help but hummed.
After Lin Feng left, he immediately put away his angry look of suffering a loss: "You've made a profit, this is top-notch hard material, and it will definitely be indestructible when used."
"Who said there must be a sharp point that can penetrate it." Bu Ying said this.
At Bu Ying's house, he showed Lin Feng his profound skills. He held the flying knife backwards and threw it. The handle of the knife hit the wooden target and penetrated more than three inches into the target's heart.
"Gong is the blade and strength is the tip. As long as the skill is enough, it will be able to penetrate the chest and bone."
Although the flying knife that Bu Ying gave to Lin Feng was also made of hard material, it was an ordinary product after all, and it should not be able to deal with the armor of an immortal cultivator.
"But I need to get used to these flying swords. After all, the swords are of different styles and feel slightly different."
After finding Qin Lingling, Lin Feng helped carry big and small bags back.
…
Early the next morning, Lin Feng got up and practiced martial arts in the small courtyard for more than an hour. His whole body was steaming.
It was getting slightly brighter. After Lin Feng took a shower, he went to the east gate of Shifang.
More than a dozen people were standing or sitting, eating in small groups in front of the breakfast stall.
Brother Cao was sitting at a table with a tall young man eating, each of them had a large bowl of rice porridge, three large meat buns, and a plate of fried dough sticks.
Lin Feng walked over and sat down, said hello to Brother Cao, and asked the stall owner to bring five kilograms of spiritual beef, three bowls of eight-treasure porridge, ten meatloaf, and twenty fried dough sticks.
"This little brother is Lin Feng. He's just here and he's here to work hard." Brother Cao introduced to the tall young man opposite: "This is Da Mo. He has been in Shifang for more than two years."
"Hello, Brother Mo." Lin Feng greeted warmly.
Da Mo said boldly: "We are all brothers, you are welcome, let's eat together."
Da Mo said and pushed a cage of meat buns in front of Lin Feng. Lin Feng was not polite, picked up his chopsticks and ate it in big bites.
After a while, the food Lin Feng ordered arrived and was piled on the entire table.
Lin Feng greeted with a smile: "I'm treating you, let's eat together."
Brother Cao was surprised when he saw that Lin Feng ordered so much food, especially a large plate of spiritual beef, and asked: "It's so much, can you finish it all?"
"It's not a big problem." Lin Feng ate beef in big mouthfuls.
Da Mo was also surprised. This appetite was twice as big as his own. Although the two of them are old and rough, they still know a little bit of common sense. If you are not in good physical condition, you will not be able to eat even if you are given so much food.
"Good boy, if nothing else, your appetite is the best in this moving circle." Brother Cao gave a thumbs up and said with admiration.
"Who is the strongest here?" Lin Feng was very interested.
"My name is Man Niu. He is famous for his immense strength. Da Mo is not ranked third." Brother Cao pointed at Da Mo and said.
"Man Niu is a man who lives up to his name, and is fierce and powerful. I fell down with him once and was beaten badly." Da Mo said with lingering fear: "His muscles all over his body are hard and elastic, and his lower body is as stable as a rock."
"A bag of spiritual rice weighs two hundred pounds, and he can carry five bags at a time to climb a mountain."
"I can carry four bags at most, which is the limit." Da Mo said with conviction.
"That's really a lot of strength." Lin Feng also admired after hearing this.
Brother Cao scanned for a long time, but couldn't find Man Niu, and said, "He hasn't come yet. This grandson can't get up too early."
"These deep-fried dough sticks are really good." Lin Feng ate a few of them and praised them profusely: "We are all cultivators, but the food we eat is still so down-to-earth."
"What's wrong with the immortal cultivators? It's not just about eating, drinking, having sex, and having seven emotions and six desires. What's the difference between them and ordinary people? It's just that they can use their spiritual power and live longer." Brother Cao sighed: "Those who should be burdened will still be burdened, and those who should enjoy blessings will still enjoy blessings. Those who deserve to be poor are still poor. Those who are cultivators at the bottom run around every day just for food and drink."
Da Mo also said with deep feelings: "Without power and power, it is too difficult to earn some spiritual stones. The day before yesterday, Old Sun Tou fell while carrying goods on the mountain road and broke his arm. He will not be able to work in a month or two." ”
"It won't take that long to use the bone-setting elixir, right?" Lin Feng couldn't help but ask.
"One bone-setting pill is equivalent to more than twenty spirit stones. At least three can repair it. Old Suntou is not willing to spend so many spirit stones."
