Burning with rage

Chapter 288 What a Poor Word
Chen Hui, who was in a predicament, finally showed his face and ran to Yue Wuya to borrow some spirit stones.

"Sovereign, I will exchange the spirit stone for you as soon as possible!" Chen Hui said solemnly.

However, Yue Wuya couldn't help laughing, "Just treat it as a gift from me, it's only natural for my father-in-law to give something to my son-in-law."

"Daddy..." Bing Ling who was beside Yue Wuya shyly blamed him.

Yue Wuya clapped her hands and laughed.

The materials needed by Lu Tu are too expensive, and there are more than 3000 spirit stones in total; after Chen Hui exchanged all these spirit stones into materials needed for forging and sent them to Lu Tu, Lu Tu was overjoyed: " After I got the inheritance, I have been resisting the urge to try, and now, I can finally show my skills!"

After getting the forging materials, there were always tinkling sounds in Lu Tu's refining room, but Chen Hui suddenly felt lucky that he should go to Beidouya to give Lu Tu the refining room: Fortunately, there is a special Sound-proof enchantment, otherwise, wouldn't the neighbors be interrupted from time to time in their practice, or even go crazy?
Lutu's forging technology can be said to be advancing rapidly, his foundation is really deep, and many things can be understood after a little trial.

Soon, within a few days, the forging materials ran out again. Facing Chen Hui's bitter face, Lu Tu said embarrassedly, "Chen Hui, do you... still have forging materials?"

Chen Hui's face completely darkened.

This blacksmith is simply a bottomless pit that devours spirit stones!

Thinking of the spirit stones that he still owes Ruan Xinzhi, and Bing Ling's mention of buying this and that from time to time, plus his slow progress in cultivation and urgent need of spirit stones to rescue him, Chen Hui is almost as big as two heads.

Chen Hui circled around Lu Tu's Artifact Refining Room, frowning.

How to do it?

Suddenly, the eyes light up.

Chen Hui's gaze suddenly focused on a corner outside the forging furnace.

There, a large pile of black lacquered swords were piled up in disorder.

These are all the works of Lutu's practice, but he really feels that these things are not handy, so he simply piles them up and ignores them.

"Lutu, Lutu!" Chen Hui shouted.

The knocking sound in the refining room stopped abruptly, and Lu Tu's figure walked out of the refining room: "Brother Chen Hui, what's the matter?"

"Can all these swords be used?" Chen Hui asked curiously.

"This..." Lu Tu hesitated a bit, "I just started learning to forge spirit swords, so the quality of the swords I forged is really not good..."

Chen Hui tried to pick up a spirit sword and establish a connection with it, and then guided by a sword formula, the spirit sword rose against the wind and shone brightly.

"This spirit sword is quite good," Chen Hui said doubtfully, "compared to Beidouya's standard spirit sword, it is much stronger!"

"This..." Lu Tu said coyly, "But according to the standards of senior Dongcang, these are not popular."

"Senior Dongcang is a ghost craftsman, a well-known figure in the Three Realms!" Chen Hui was so angry that he couldn't stop talking. "What he doesn't see as popular is definitely a treasure for monks from other sects!"

"So, you mean," Lutu asked, "to sell them all?"

"Of course!" Chen Hui said happily, "In this case, at least your materials will be secured!"

"Is this okay?" Lutu hesitated.

"Go quickly," Chen Hui urged, "make these swords more beautiful, so that they can be sold for a good price!"

Lutu: "..."

Sure enough, Chen Hui took two spirit swords casually and put them in front of the small stalls in the cultivation market. Immediately, monks from various sects flocked to buy them, and even drove up the price for it.

In the end, the price of each spirit sword was as high as 500 yuan of spirit stones.

"Lu Tu's pile of abandoned spirit swords, there are a total of six, isn't this 3000 yuan spirit stones?" Chen Hui thought happily, "In this case, not only can Ruan Xinzhi's spirit stones be paid off, but also can be purchased again. A batch of materials, and even part of the spirit stone that the suzerain gave me can be returned!"

Thinking of this, Chen Hui's mood suddenly became clear.

However, just after taking a few steps, Chen Hui was suddenly taken aback: "That's not right!"

Back then, Chen Hui spent a full 3000 yuan of spirit stones to buy these materials, but the spirit sword cast by Lu Tu could only be sold for 3000 yuan of spirit stones.

Returning to Lu Tu dejectedly, Lu Tu overjoyed and accepted the sword forging materials prepared by Chen Hui, and then scared Chen Hui half to death with one sentence: "Brother Chen Hui, after this forging, I reckon it will be fine." I've made a high-level spirit sword, and when I buy forging materials next time, these materials will be more precious..."

Chen Hui suddenly had a bad feeling: "How much is it expensive?"

"Three or five times?" Lutu scratched the back of his head and smiled honestly.

"Three or five times?!" Chen Hui almost jumped up, "Isn't that more than 1 spirit stones? How can I get so many? Are you trying to force me to death..."

But Lu Tu said calmly: "This is just the material, there are some special additives, that is the big one..."

"Big head, big head, big head!" Chen Hui ran away angrily, leaving Lu Tu alone with a wry smile: "I don't want to do that either!"

After tossing and tossing for a long time in the past few days, Chen Hui was so tired that his waist was sore and his back ached. He finally sold all these useless swords, but his name, Chen Hui, was heard in the market. Everyone knew that Chen Hui could get very A good spirit sword, what's more, after hearing about this incident, they ran here from other alliances all the way, just to buy Chen Hui's spirit sword with five hundred spirit stones.

Only then did Chen Hui vaguely feel that his price...seemed to be a bit low.

After a while, Lutu's next batch of spirit swords came out. With the same amount of materials, he only forged four this time.

"Hmm..." Lu Tu looked at the four spirit swords with satisfaction, "this time it can be regarded as relatively high-end among the low-end spirit swords."

Chen Hui looked at Lu Tu's beating expression, and felt the urge to go crazy.

"This time, there are only four handles?" Chen Hui confirmed again and again.

"That's right." Lutu smiled slightly, "What is concentrated is the essence!"

"Essence your head!" Chen Hui angrily descended the mountain with four spirit swords in hand.

However, this time, what Chen Hui didn't expect was that after trying the effects of the spirit sword in the market, several wealthy monks in the market actually smiled, thinking that no matter how much they paid, they would buy one.

Chen Hui opened his mouth wide, and called out a price of 300 yuan for a spirit stone, but those local tyrants seemed to have taken advantage of the sky, handed over the spirit stone ecstatically, and then held it happily Spirit Sword is back.

It was only then that Chen Hui realized again: he was selling cheap again!
At this time, an old man walked by and said to Chen Hui: "Young man, don't worry, isn't there an auction soon? When the time comes, take out a few good swords and auction them, I'm afraid you won't make any money Lingshi?"

"Auction?" Chen Hui's eyes lit up.

(End of this chapter)