The Magical Blacksmith

　　Han Ling'er was speechless for a while, using my things to deal with me, what a good guy! But she didn't intend to really beat Zhang Ye, she just felt unfair for the god-level material like Tianjing.

　　 "Zhang Ye, the value of Tianjing is too high. Ten spiritual stones are far from enough. I will make up for the difference." Han Linger hesitated for a moment, and said pitifully, "Pay in installments, okay?"

　　 Looking at Han Ling'er's embarrassed appearance, Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Your reward has already been paid, and you don't owe me anything."

"But..." Han Linger had to say something, but Zhang Ye interrupted: "You pay, I strike iron. As for the specific operation, it is my freedom and nothing to do with you. Fairy Han, after the refining is complete, walk slowly and don't give it away. ."

　　Han Ling'er was holding the Feihong sword. She was still dizzy when she got out of the blacksmith shop. She became more and more curious about Zhang Ye. If she did this business, she would lose money, right?

　　 But then, Han Ling'er had a terrible idea in his heart. Couldn't it be Zhang Ye who liked me and deliberately used Tianjing to refine the flying sword for me, right?

　　 Thinking of this, Han Ling'er's heart beat faster, turned around and glanced at the blacksmith shop, while Zhang Ye was holding a towel while wiping the sign. Seeing Han Ling'er turning back, he smiled consciously.

　　 "Smelly hooligan, huh!" Han Linger's face was flushed as if dripping blood, and when he stamped his foot, it turned into a fragrant breeze, and disappeared in Lingtai Town as if he had escaped.

　　 Zhang Ye is a little confused, I am so handsome, how come I am a scumbag?

　　 On the other side, Han Ling'er returned to the Lingtai Sect like a deer, and a female monk shouted: "Han Ling'er, my old lady also asked Boss Zhang to take care of the flying sword. Let's have a try again!"

　　 Han Ling'er nodded absently, and soon the two came to the martial arts field.

　　 "Han Ling'er, show your Feihong Sword, I want to make my Profound Fire Sword a shame!" The female monk laughed, and a flying sword soared into the sky with flames.

　　Han Ling'er looked a little weird, and tentatively asked: "Are you sure you want to test with my Feihong sword? Or, I'll change to another one."

　　 "No, I'm going to compete with your Feihong sword!" The female monk snorted coldly, "Why, is it possible that you are afraid?"

　　 "No." Han Ling'er didn't bother to say anything, a clear and agile flying sword flew out of Qiankun's bag, spinning around Han Ling'er.

　　 "Look at the move!" The female monk urged the Yujian Jue, and the mysterious fire sword turned into fire and shot at Han Ling'er.

　　 Han Ling'er sighed and moved slightly, the Feihong sword was like lightning, so fast that the shadow could not be seen at all. With a bang, the two flying swords collided together, causing a cloud of smoke.

"Haha, Han Ling'er, you know how powerful my Profound Fire Sword is!" The female monk felt that the victory was in her hands and said, but before she finished her words, a dark red flying sword shot back and inserted it in front of the female monk. On the ground, I saw a big hole in the blade. As a low-grade magic weapon, the profound fire sword was as dim and dull as a pig-killing knife.

　　 And Han Ling'er's Feihong Sword let out a clear sword chant, and flew back to her hand unharmed.

　　 The female monk looked at her Profound Fire Sword, and then at Han Ling'er's Flying Sword, and she was dumbfounded: "Han Ling'er, how come your Feihong Sword suddenly becomes so spicy?"

Han Linger didn’t know how to answer, she simply didn’t keep it anymore, and ran the Feihong Sword with all her strength. As a medium-grade magic weapon, she soared into the sky. The female monk on the opposite side was so shocked that her jaw was almost dislocated. Has it become a middle-grade artifact?"

"Are you looking for Elder Ouyang to refine it?" The female monk shook her head again, "No, even if Elder Ouyang helps refine it, it is absolutely impossible to upgrade the lower-grade artifact to the middle-grade artifact, Han Ling'er, please give me an honest explanation. !"

Although Han Ling'er and this female monk often talked about each other, they were actually close friends. She didn't hide it and said, "I asked Boss Zhang to refine it. I wanted to make up for the birth defects of Feihong Sword. After that, he was promoted to a middle-grade magic weapon."

　　 When she said this, Han Ling'er showed a proud look on her face.

"Huh? Boss Zhang's refinement can improve the quality of the artifact?" The female monk was completely stunned. When they left the blacksmith shop before, they felt that the refinement of the ten middle-grade spirit stones was so dark that they would flee one by one. It's gone, but if you know that Boss Zhang's refining can upgrade the magic weapon, even if you sell iron, you have to refine it.

　　 The female monk regretted that her intestines were all green, and she immediately took off her sword and ran away.

　　 Han Linger asked: "Tang Tang, where are you going?"

　　 "Look for Boss Zhang to refine, you wait for my old lady!"

　　Han Ling'er smiled, does this count as an introduction to Zhang Ye's business? But she was also a little curious, was she treated specially by Zhang Ye, or treated equally? If you can't figure it out, just wait and see.

　　 At the blacksmith shop, Zhang Ye saw the setting sun and thought that it was time to close the stall, but just as he was about to close the gate, a group of inner disciples of the Lingtai Sect rushed toward the blacksmith shop aggressively.

　　 "Boss Zhang, wait a minute!" Seeing the blacksmith's shop closed, the leading Tang Tang immediately displayed the wind tactics and ran to the door in a hurry.

　　 "What are you doing again?" Zhang Ye recognized that these were the group of Lingtai Sect disciples who came to repair swords during the day, and asked curiously.

　　 "Boss Zhang, we are here to ask you to help refine Feijian." Tang Tang was a little excited, and quickly took out the money and Feijian, and two other monks also took out the spirit stones.

　　 Zhang Ye thought it was funny. They were too expensive during the day, so they ran away. They rushed to refine it in the evening. They must have seen Han Linger’s Feihong sword, right?

　　 "That's it, then you come tomorrow." The system stipulates that it can only be refined once a day, so Zhang Ye issued an order to evict the guests and continued to close the door.

　　 "Boss Zhang, you close the door later, you see we are here." Tang Tang thought Zhang Ye wanted to get off work earlier, and immediately pleaded with a group of inner disciples.

　　 "Not for this reason, mainly because I only refine one flying sword every day." Zhang Ye said.

　　 "Only refine one flying sword every day?" Tang Tang was a little stunned and unwilling to say, "Boss Zhang, how can anyone do this business? Isn't it right to make more trades?"

　　 "Everyone, hurry up tomorrow." Zhang Ye did not explain too much, and continued to close the door, but Tang Tang grabbed the door and said angrily: "Boss Zhang, you don't pretend to be forced, we are still friends."

　　 "Oh, then I don't need friends." Zhang Ye pushed Tang Tang away and closed the door.

　　 "You..." Tang Tang was dumbfounded with anger, and the other inner disciples spit out: "Boss Zhang is too much, why don't we go for nothing."

　　 "I used to have such a pretending friend, and the grass at the head of the grave is more than three meters high!"

　　 "The key is to refine only one flying sword every day, and I will run away in vain in the future."

　　 Tang Tang rolled his eyes and shouted: "You are not allowed to say that about Boss Zhang!"

　　 A group of people were a little dazed: "Tang Tang, didn't you say that Boss Zhang pretended not to be friends with him in the first place?"

"Huh, I like Boss Zhang's pretending friend!" Tang Tang increased her voice. She knew that Zhang Ye was still in the blacksmith's shop, and she deliberately told him to listen to it, and then stared fiercely at many of her colleagues: "Tomorrow No one is allowed to grab the spot to refine Feijian, otherwise, I will kill you!"

Tang Tang acted first to make the other inner disciples regret it, but everyone was friends. Tang Tang opened his mouth and it was not easy to grab any more. However, after a few people discussed it, they quickly decided the next round. It's settled.

　　 Although ten middle-grade spirit stones can barely match the value of middle-grade artifacts, the key is that there is no market, and there are few middle-grade artifacts in circulation on the market. On Zhang Ye's side, through refining, everyone can have a middle-grade magic weapon. So even if Zhang Ye's rules are harsh, everyone can only recognize it. After the discussion, the inner disciples left with a long sigh.

　　 Zhang Ye was paying attention to the movement outside in the blacksmith's shop. He smiled helplessly. At the beginning, he gave them a chance, but he didn't cherish them one by one. Who can blame this?

　　 Zhang Ye came to the backyard refreshed and made a fragrant meal to reward his hard work all day long.

　　 The next day, Zhang Ye yawned and came to the blacksmith shop. Before opening the door, he heard the noise outside. It turned out that the Tang and Tang group had been waiting for a long time.

　　 As soon as the door opened, Tang Tang took the lead to enter the shop and complained: "Boss Zhang, where did you go to surf last night, and you opened the door so late."

　　 The others smiled unkindly: "Boss Zhang, I saw someone like you in Yingchun Building last night. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 "Pay attention to your body, Boss Zhang..."

Today, Zhang Ye opened the door a bit late because of Lai’s bed. Everyone took this opportunity and deliberately joked and smeared, but Zhang Ye was too lazy to explain anything. He didn’t smile and said, “I didn’t know how to say it, since everyone knows my difficulties. It's fine, we will be closed for one day today, and everyone will hurry up early tomorrow."

When Zhang Ye said this, the inner disciples who were smirking were immediately stunned. Tang Tang eagerly apologized: "Boss Zhang, we are joking. A righteous man like you with a decent style and talents will never Maybe go there to wait for the fireworks willow alley!"

　　 Tang Tang glared fiercely at other colleagues, and everyone started a flattering offensive: "Boss Zhang must have been studying at night yesterday, specializing in technology!"

　　 "If you want to blame, you can only blame the Xiaoxiao Chicken in Lingtai Town. Whoever makes it crow late, let's kill it and stew chicken soup later!"

　　 "No, no, who said that Boss Zhang got up late, it is clear that we came early, right?"

　　……

　　 Zhang Ye discovered that in addition to the high level of cultivation, the disciples of the Lingtai Sect were also quite good at flattering. Just such a moment of effort exaggerated the illusion of daring to single out the ancestor of Yuan Ying.

　　 "Okay, let's do business as usual." Zhang Ye stopped everyone's endless ingratiation, and asked, "Repair or refinement, which one of you first?"

　　 "Me!" Tang Tangsheng was afraid that others would take the lead, and quickly took out his Profound Fire Sword and ten middle-grade spirit stones that he had put together.

　　 Zhang Ye smiled at Lingshi, and then he looked at the flying sword, but his brows were frowning very tightly.

　　 This made Tang Tang's heart beat, can't his flying sword be refined? Tang Tang tremblingly asked, "Boss Zhang, is there anything wrong with Feijian?"

　　 Zhang Ye raised his head: "Your sword, you have to add money."