Yan Huai accidentally discovered later that the Fourth Senior Sister did not sell his Lingxiao Sword as he said.

He stood at the door of Lu Wanyu's room. After hesitating, he said something rude, then walked in with his crutch and took out the Lingxiao Sword.

His eyes swept from the hilt to the sword body, his eyes dark.

"sorry."

He stroked the sword lightly and his voice was very soft.

Then, he quietly went down the mountain alone.

The sect's mountain road is not difficult to walk, but Yan Huai's body was damaged after all and he walked slowly.

When he arrived at his destination, he placed the Lingxiao Sword on the counter, "How many spiritual stones can I exchange for my sword?"

Here comes another Fanyun Sect disciple!

However, it is difficult to see the aura on his body, so he is probably an outside disciple who is not good at academics.

Last time, Yu Zhizhi’s talisman was sold by the shopkeeper at a high price.

At this moment, Yan Huai sent another second-grade sword. The shopkeeper almost had a smile on his face, "This is what your senior brother and senior sister asked you to sell."

He looked at the Lingxiao Sword, and then said: "Immortal Lord, we Ming people don't tell secrets, this sword is not bad. But after all, it is only a second-grade spiritual sword, and the sword body has many scratches and damage, I have to let it go

The weapon refiner should practice some cultivation..."

"Let's do this. Since your Fanyun Sect always takes care of the business of the store, how about 30,000 low-grade spiritual stones?"

The Master spent 100,000 spirit stones to buy the Lingxiao Sword.

The master said that when he breaks through the golden elixir, he will find a better sword for himself.

But Yan Huai has always felt that Lingxiao Sword is the best, and the one given by Master is the best.

Yan Huai closed his eyes bitterly. Although there were many spiritual weapon shops further away, it had to be said that this one did give the most money.

Others will only be less but not more.

"Okay." Yan Huai slowly released his hand from the Lingxiao Sword.

Seemingly seeing Yan Huai's expression of reluctance, the shopkeeper said kindly: "Generally, the spiritual weapons that have just arrived in our hands are not sold immediately and have to be inspected and repaired. So, if you also regret it, maybe

You can also ask your senior sister named Yu Zhizhi to buy the sword back."

"Last time, she used a magic talisman to buy back a piece of piano pendant."

"Qin Pei?" Yan Huai was slightly startled.

"Yes, it's a piece of Qin Pei with a phoenix carved on it. It's very exquisite. I still feel a little pity about it now." The shopkeeper said with a smile.

Yan Huai knew immediately that it was Fourth Senior Sister who had sold his piano pendant.

Then...senior sister bought Qinpei back again?

He calmly accepted the mustard bag filled with thirty thousand snacks from the shopkeeper.

After the spirit stone was put into the mustard bag, he could not feel any weight at all, but Yan Huai felt that the mustard bag was heavy.

For Yan Huai, it contained more than just 30,000 spiritual stones.

It’s still Master’s intention.

and the dream he once had.

Yan Huai put the mustard seed bag away and returned to the sect.

He really wanted to ask Fourth Senior Sister about this matter.

But Fourth Senior Sister is still in seclusion.

As for Third Senior Sister...

He felt that even if he asked, Third Senior Sister would not admit it.

Yan Huai's thoughts wandered.

Night was gradually falling, but he had walked this road up the mountain countless times. Even if he walked with his eyes closed, he could still walk back.

After walking for an hour, Yan Huai had no intention of taking a rest.

He even wanted to go back as soon as possible and give the spirit stones to Third Senior Sister and let her buy the weapon refining materials she wanted.

If another sword cultivator suddenly wants to refine weapons, Yan Huai will feel that that person is ignorant.

But if that sword cultivator was the third senior sister, Yan Huai would choose to believe her.

As I was walking slowly up the mountain, I heard something unusual rustling in the leaves.

Yan Huai's expression changed, as if he thought of something, his dark eyes became darker, and his steps quickened.

But how can a person without cultivation be faster than a few monks?

The crutch in his hand instantly broke in the middle.

Fortunately, Yan Huai was always on guard and did not fall down because the crutch broke.

He raised his head with a cold face.

Chen Lin and the other four stood in front of him.

Chen Lin yelled, "I didn't expect you, a loser, to dare to go down the mountain alone."

After being called "trash" one after another, Yan Huai was surprised to find that his mood had changed.

Every time he heard this name in the past, even though he tried to control his emotions, he would still feel hatred and murderous intent.

But not anymore.

He even felt that the tone of these people's words was not as good as that of Third Senior Sister.

It's simply painless and itchy.

If Yan Huai didn't understand before, why his senior sister had to be a bad person and say those unpleasant things.

So now, Yan Huai seems to understand.

The senior sister really sharpened his character and will, desensitizing him to these hurtful words.

As long as he gets used to hearing it, he will naturally not take these words seriously.

Sister, you have good intentions!

Yan Huai raised his eyelashes indifferently, "What do you want to do? Kill me?"

Chen Lin: "..."

Fanyun Sect disciples must be sick!

He kept saying "What should I do? Just kill me" and "Kill me?" at every turn!

Crazy!

"We are here to collect debts." Chen Lin glared and threw a ledger over. "Over the years, Fanyun Sect has lent us the spiritual stones of Mingyue Sect. It's time to pay them back."

Yan Huai clenched his fist, unclenched it, and picked up the account book on the ground.

Directly seeing the number of spirit stones compiled, a hint of anger suddenly appeared in his dark eyes, "Three hundred thousand spirit stones? Do you think all the Fanyun Sect and I are fools?"

Over the years, they have been frugal and frugal, and whether they borrowed it privately from the disciples or in the name of the sect, the total amount cannot exceed ten thousand spiritual stones!

Not to mention, they use the allocated resources to repay it every year!

And this year...

Because everyone has seen Mingyue Sect's attitude, the disciples basically don't ask Mingyue Sect to borrow spiritual stones.

In total, the debt is estimated to be dozens of dollars.

A disciple behind Chen Lin rolled his eyes: "The spiritual stone is small, don't you think that your disciples don't need to pay for attending our sect's classes? Not to mention that you are shameless to absorb spiritual energy! What kind of thing is this?

Don’t you need spiritual stones?”

Chen Lin immediately glanced at the disciple who spoke with admiration.

Yan Huai looked gloomy, "Back then, your Mingyue Sect relied on the Fanyun Sect..."

"This happened so many years ago, and you still mention it? If it weren't for the sake of your master, we wouldn't care about your life and death, let alone give you resources and spiritual stones." Chen Lin said.

Stop what he said.

Then, he said: "I know you can't get 300,000 spirit stones, but didn't you just exchange your sword for 30,000 spirit stones? Just pay it back first."

"You are following me." Yan Huai's dark eyes had a hint of coldness.

He was startled by Yan Huai's eyes.

After coming back to his senses, Chen Lin realized that he had been frightened by a loser, and suddenly became a little angry.

He took out the Lingxiao Sword that Yan Huai was very familiar with from the mustard bag, "I originally wanted to buy a spiritual weapon, but I happened to come across the Lingxiao Sword that Senior Brother Bai liked, so I bought it back."

Yan Huai stared at Chen Lin and the Ling Xiao Sword in his hand.

"What are you looking at? It's not yours." Chen Lin raised his eyebrows and said proudly, "Hurry up and get your mustard bag, but don't force my three junior brothers to take action."

"With your useless body now, it will be bad if you suffer from hemiplegia."

Yan Huai hid the mustard bag behind his back.

The meaning of the disclosure is obvious.

It was impossible for him to give the mustard bag to Chen Lin.

"Senior sister often brings you spiritual weapons. If you want to calculate, it is you who owe Mingyue Sect."

"Yu Zhizhi was stupid and cheap. He took the initiative to give it to us to please us. What does it have to do with you?" Chen Lin sneered and said to the three disciples behind him, "Since he is unwilling to return it, then grab the mustard bag.
Chapter completed!