Seeing the young girl in front of him in a daze, long Bufan asked, "why, master Lin is not free?"


    Hearing long Bufan''s question, the maid came back from her surprise and quickly shook her head and said, "no, please go this way."


    With that, the maid also hurried to lead the way in front. Long Bufan followed behind him. Xiaobai, lying on her shoulder, yawned, moved a comfortable position and continued to squint to sleep.


    Then, long Bufan followed the maid through a wide corridor and finally entered a casting room. There was also a rush of heat in front of him.


    In the spacious casting room, the red light was shining. Four huge tripod furnaces were visible. There was a raging fire at the mouth of the furnace. It was obvious that some iron ore was melting.


    In the center of the four cauldrons, a red haired old man sat cross legged, and an extremely vigorous fire vitality spread around him, like a ripple, creeping slowly.


    "What a powerful fire!"


    Long Bufan was surprised, and felt the fluctuation of fire energy from the red haired old man''s body. His eyes also flashed a shocking color.


    There is only an old man with red hair in the casting room. It seems that he is the senior spiritual caster he is looking for.


    Long Bufan guessed in his heart and stared at the red haired old man sitting cross legged. He felt that the red haired old man could almost compare with the martial arts in the triple realm of Shenhai just by virtue of the strong fluctuation of fire energy.


    "Master Lin, a guest wants you to repair the sword."


    After leading long Bufan here, the maid respectfully saluted the red haired old man, then turned away from the casting room and closed the door with her backhand, indicating that the casting room was working at this time.


    Long Bufan came forward. For the master of refining tools who has reached the field of senior spirit caster, long Bufan politely bowed his hands and fist, gave a martial ceremony and said politely, "master Lin, I heard that you have excellent skills. This time, I suddenly came here. If you have any trouble, please forgive me."


    With red hair, master Lin raised his head, glanced at the Dragon indifferently, and said in a thick voice, "don''t be polite. What do you want to repair?"


    Long Bufan has seen a lot of people with strange temperament. He doesn''t say much nonsense immediately. When his palm is turned over, the evil sword that devours the spirit flashes out of the storage bag. He smiled calmly: "master Lin, my ancestral sword has suffered heavy damage and lost spirit, so I want to ask you to help me repair it well. I should be grateful for the reward!"


    While opening his eyes and telling lies, longbufan threw his palm lightly, and the spirit devouring evil sword in his hand slowly floated to master Lin ten steps away under the control of Yuan Li.


    Master Lin took it calmly. At the moment when his palm touched the evil sword, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his old face.


    His lazy and half narrowed eyes opened impressively and stared at the black sword in his hand. He saw that the black fog shrouded on the long sword, and a very Yin evil sword spirit penetrated out. Even his palm covered with thick cocoons felt cold.


    The chill was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, which made people unable to avoid. The smell of the black sword gave him a feeling that it was too terrible, and there was a sense of fear that made people tremble.


    After gently stroking the dark as ink sword for a while, master Lin looked up and looked at the dragon for a while, and then slowly said: "this black sword is quite unique, but to repair it as before, you need a lot of materials, obsidian, iron essence, fire melting crystal, blood silver..."