Chapter 675
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Seeing the young girl in front of him in a daze, Long Bufan asked, "What's wrong? Is Master Lin busy?"
Hearing Long Bufan's question, the maid recovered from her shock and quickly shook her head. "No, please come this way."
After saying that, the maid hurriedly led the way. Long Bufan followed behind her. Xiao Bai, who was lying on his shoulder, yawned and moved to a comfortable position before closing her eyes and continuing to sleep.
After that, Long Bufan followed the maid through a wide corridor and finally stepped into a forging room. A wave of hot air blew against his face.
In the spacious forging room, red light flickered. Reflected in his eyes were four huge furnaces with raging flames. It was clear that they were smelting some kind of iron ore.
In the middle of the four cauldrons, there was a red-haired old man sitting with his legs crossed. Waves of extremely vigorous fire attribute Yuan Power spread around his body like ripples as they slowly wiggled.
"What a powerful fire yuan qi!"
Long Bufan muttered to himself in surprise. Feeling the fluctuations of fire yuan qi from the red-haired old man's body, a trace of shock flashed through his eyes.
There was only the red-haired old man in the forging room. It seemed that he was the high-grade Spirit Casting Master he was looking for.
Long Bufan guessed as he stared at the red-haired old man sitting cross-legged. He felt that just based on the rich fluctuations of fire energy, this red-haired old man was comparable to a martial artist at the third stage of the Divine Sea realm.
"Master Lin, there is a guest looking for you to repair a sword."
After leading Long Bufan here, the maid respectfully bowed to the red-haired old man. Then, she turned around and left the forging room. She closed the door behind her, indicating that the forging room was in a working state.
Long Bufan walked forward. In front of this high-grade Spirit Casting Master, Long Bufan politely clasped his hands and bowed. He politely said, "Master Lin, I have heard that your skills are superb. This junior has suddenly come here. If there is anything that has disturbed you, please forgive me."
The red-haired Master Lin raised his head and indifferently glanced at Long Bufan. In a deep voice, he said, "Save the pleasantries. What do you want to repair?"
Long Bufan had seen quite a number of eccentric people. Without further ado, he flipped his palm and the Devouring Spirit Evil Sword appeared from his storage bag in a flash. With an indifferent smile, he said, "Master Lin, this is my family's heirloom sword. My ancestor was severely injured in the past and its spirituality has dissipated. Therefore, I hope that master can help me restore it. I will naturally reward you handsomely!"
While lying through his teeth, Long Bufan lightly tossed the Devouring Evil Sword in his hand. Under the control of Yuan Power, it slowly floated to Master Lin, who was ten steps away.
Master Lin calmly received it. The moment his hand came into contact with the Devouring Evil Sword, a trace of surprise suddenly appeared on his old face.
His originally half-squinted eyes suddenly opened wide as he stared straight at the black sword in his hand. Black mist curled around the surface of the long sword, and an extremely sinister sword aura seeped out. Even his calloused palms felt cold.
This chilliness was just like maggots in one's bones, causing one to be unable to avoid it. The feeling that the aura of this black sword gave him was really too terrifying, causing one's heart to tremble in fear.
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