The Magical Blacksmith

　　 Zhang Ye tempered the sword embryo, and the flying sword gradually took shape. It can be seen that it is a common Han sword style.

　　 The monks saw this scene and shook their heads, their eyes filled with disappointment. They communicated with their spiritual thoughts: "The Han sword is quite satisfactory, but the power it radiates is undoubtedly a low-grade magic weapon."

　　 "Waste, the dignified flame gold, it is only a low-grade artifact, it is really a violent thing!"

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　　 The monks were heartbroken, and felt that even a layman like themselves could make a better magic weapon with Yanhuang gold. For a while, their eyes were full of resentment when they saw Zhang Ye.

　　 But Zhang Ye's tempering didn't stop, he didn't slow down, just like a puppet, mechanically waving a hammer.

　　 "I'm still hitting a fart, hurrying back to the furnace and rebuilding it, maybe it can save some Yanhuang Jin..." Some monks couldn't help it anymore, and shouted angrily.

　　 "Yes, boss Zhang, don't do it!"

The monks couldn't help themselves, and they started making noise directly. Han Ling'er frowned. Although she found that Zhang Ye's sword was of average quality, she agreed to help Zhang Ye protect the law. The Feihong sword hung in the air, exuding a murderous intent. Han Linger scolded: "Shut up, don't disturb Zhang Smelting Sword!"

　　 The monks stopped talking, and finally a few monks who consciously had a good relationship with Han Ling'er stood up and said: "Sister Han, you have a good relationship with Boss Zhang, persuade him, go back to the stove and remake, not ashamed..."

　　 "Yes, Yan Huangjin can't be wasted like this!"

　　Han Linger's face was cold: "I said, don't disturb Zhang Yelianjian, don't let me say it the third time!"

　　 Everyone was helpless, shaking their heads and sighing, the waste of Yan Huangjin was more uncomfortable than killing them.

　　 Zhang Ye turned a deaf ear to the conversations of the monks, and only concentrated on refining the sword. Not long after, the sword body was completed, three feet and three feet.

　　 And at this moment, a kind of throbbing spreads from the blade like a heartbeat, and the hearts of everyone present move in unison with this rhythm.

　　 The monks who had sighed and sighed suddenly, and looked at the Han sword Zhang Ye was still forging in disbelief, as if being hit hard.

　　 "Everyone, I don't know if you have taken a glance, how do I feel that this sword has the power of a middle-grade magic weapon?"

　　 "Yes, this sword has already reached the threshold of a medium-grade magic weapon. Boss Zhang's forging technology did not disappoint me!"

　　 "Pharaoh, you said you were extremely disappointed last second!"

A group of monks communicated with their spiritual thoughts, and their faces were a little hot. Before, they despised Zhang Ye for only forging low-grade magical instruments, and even asked Zhang Ye to stop making swords. But now Feijian has become medium-grade, no less than giving it to him. They slapped hard.

　　Han Ling'er looked proud, Zhang Ye never let her down.

　　 "Although the middle-grade artifact is still sorry for the worth of Yan Huangjin, it is enough!"

　　 "No, the power of this sword is still rising!"

　　 The monks were stunned. Under Zhang Ye's temper, Han Jian's momentum rose sharply. Is it possible that Feijian's rank is not limited to medium-grade magical artifacts?

　　 The monks had learned lessons from the past, and they no longer dared to jump to conclusions, held their breath, and stared at Zhang Ye's sword.

　　 But at this moment, a ripple appeared in the blacksmith's shop. An old man appeared out of thin air. Everyone was slightly surprised. Why did Elder Wu who guard Lingtai Town come? Was it attracted by Zhang Ye Lianjian?

But everyone hadn't recovered yet. An older man with a long beard in white clothes also appeared in the blacksmith shop out of thin air. Everyone was stunned, even Elder Wu, who was preparing to pay respects to the people, but the old man in white stretched out his hand. An invisible force lifted everyone up. The white-clothed old man smiled, made a silent gesture to everyone, and then stared at Zhang Ye Lianjian intently.

　　 The cultivators did not dare to speak out, but their spirits exploded: "My God, I thought that Elder Wu was shocked very badly. I didn't expect that the Great Elder would come in person, crazy!"

　　 "Does Zhang Ye really want to build a peerless magic weapon?"

Han Ling'er is eager to know that the great elders are not ordinary deacon elders, such as the elder Wu who guards Lingtai Town or the elder Ouyang who guards Lingtai Town or the elder Ouyang of Duobaodian. , That was a veteran-level figure, the actual manager of the sect, and his status was second only to the suzerain.

　　 In addition to their high status, their cultivation bases are also terrifyingly high. They are all the ancestors of the ancestors who have practiced for thousands of years!

　　 The great elder hasn't shown up for many years. Some people say that he is in retreat and will not pass through the realm of Void Refining, but Zhang Smelting Sword actually allows the great elder to come in person.

　　 That pride in Han Ling'er's heart, you look down on Zhang Ye and feel that he can't make a peerless magic weapon, but I didn't expect that the great elder was shocked by the flying sword he built!

　　 Zhang Ye concentrated on his work and did not notice the changes in the smithy. He continued to temper the flying sword. When the hilt was finished, the Han sword exuded a throbbing heartbeat again, and all the monks were already dumbfounded.

　　 Immediately, spiritual thoughts were intertwined into a net: "Ah, what did I see, high-grade artifacts?"

　　 "Even if I saw the birth of a top-grade magic weapon with my own eyes, it's worth it for the old man to be blind!"

　　 "My mother!"

　　 "Pharaoh, your mother died a long time ago..."

　　 The monks are like crazy. Divine Mind set off a hurricane, which made the blacksmith's woof. The elder also recovered from his surprise. He stretched out his hand and pressed it, and the hurricane disappeared.

　　 Zhang Ye stopped the exercise and looked at the basically formed flying sword, now only the last process, quenching.

　　Quenching is the last link in the sword making process, and it is also the most deadly link. If it is quenched well, the quality of the flying sword will rise. If it is not quenched, it may fall short.

　　 The elder looked at the quenching pool, and suddenly frowned. Because the five-color sacred liquid in the quenching pool was camouflaged by the system, in the eyes of the elder, it was a tank of ordinary water, even a little muddy...

　　 How can the top-grade artifacts be quenched with such inferior water sources? When the elder saw Zhang Ye holding the re-calcined flying sword, he was about to quench, and immediately blocked him: "Slow friend, wait a minute."

　　 Zhang Ye raised his head when he heard the sound. There were a lot of people in the forge. He frowned. Who is this old man? Didn't you say not to make a noise when I am doing sword training?

　　 Han Ling'er was afraid that Zhang Ye would say something wrong, and quickly reminded: "Zhang Ye, this is the great elder of our Lingtai Sect."

　　 Great Elder? Zhang Ye is unhappy, can your high status interrupt my sword making?

The elder saw Zhang Ye’s dissatisfaction and quickly said: "The old man has no other intentions, but seeing your quenching water, which is somewhat unsatisfactory. I traveled around in the early years and harvested some rootless fairy water. It is better to give it to a little friend. To quench the sword."

　　 Rootless fairy water? It is a treasure of heaven and earth that is not much worse than Yan Huang Jin, and it contains plenty of spiritual energy. If you take a drop, it can be worth a few months of practice.

　　 The monks heard that in their eyes it is called envy, the great elder gave such a good thing to an outsider, and it’s not a matter of giving it away. The key is not to let people take it, but to quench the flying sword...

　　 The monks felt their hearts dripping with blood. After all, witnessing the birth of the peerless magic soldier was originally a very enjoyable thing, but why did it feel uncomfortable during the whole process?

　　 After the elder said, without waiting for Zhang Ye's consent, he flew a small white jade bottle to Zhang Ye.

　　 The rootless fairy water that everyone is enthusiastic about. In Zhang Ye's mind, there is only one question, what kind of **** is that?

　　 Zhang Ye sneered, and shook his head. He didn't pick up the white jade vial that flew over. He just felt that if he didn't temper, the flying sword would have passed the heat, and he threw the flying sword into the quenching pool.

"Fuck!" The monks exclaimed. The great elders kindly sent you the treasure of rootless fairy water for quenching. Even if you don't want to be favored by others, you can pretend to abandon it. If you don't say anything, you can directly use the top grade method The sword of the weapon was thrown into the water that was struck by the smelly ditch. It was too **** good.

　　 The monks couldn’t find an adjective to describe this superb boss Zhang, a dignified and top-grade artifact, tempered in the water of the smelly ditch, and it fell short!

　　 The monks thumped their feet, and even the elder was a little distressed. Looking at the smelly water tumbling in the quenching pool, it was very uncomfortable in their hearts.

　　 The Great Elder sighed. Although the high-grade magical artifacts are rare, they are not too difficult for a person of his level to let go. He flung his sleeves and prepared to return to the sect in disappointment, and continue to retreat.

　　 But at this moment, a familiar throbbing was radiating from the quenching pool, and everyone shuddered, as if facing an ancient monster, which made people frightened!

　　 The sword in the quenching pool rose again, and the monks exclaimed: "Could it be that this is to promote the spirit weapon?"

　　 Because they have witnessed Feijian being promoted from low-grade to middle-grade and then from middle-grade to high-grade, they will have such a strange idea.

　　 The great elder stopped his figure, cultivated for thousands of years, Ben Gujing Wubo's heart, UU reading www.uukanshu.com became a sharp beating at this moment, and his eyes were full of surprise, even, a little panic.

　　 Great Elder murmured: "This is impossible!"

　　 "Great Elder, what is impossible?" The monks hurriedly asked.

　　 But before the great elder continued to explain, Zhang Ye probed his hand and took out the flying sword he had built. The dazzling golden light made everyone close their eyes.

　　 In addition to the great elder, he can look directly at the dazzling light, and even Elder Wu’s eyes are pierced to tears...

In the eyes of the great elder, there was nothing but the appearance of the sword, and the sword, turned into a golden crow, was flapping its wings in Zhang Ye's hand. The throat of the great elder seemed to be pinched, and he was hoarse again. Voice: "How is this possible!"

　　 The words of the great elder changed from impossible to possible, indicating that the matter he had guessed had become a fact.

　　 But then, the great elder thought of something. With a flick of his finger, a brilliance flew towards Zhang Ye's sword, and the golden light gradually dissipated.

Zhang Ye felt the change of the flying sword in his hand, and glared at each other, and the great elder spoke to Zhang Ye through his spiritual thoughts: "Little friend calms down, once the best magical weapon appears in the world, it is too terrifying. It is not a good thing for you, so , I helped you conceal its power."

　　 Zhang Ye was stunned, and understood that the best magical artifacts are now available, I am afraid that the ancestor of Yuan Ying could not refuse this temptation and kill people and win treasures.

　　 Zhang Ye figured out the key, and hugged his fists to express his gratitude. Otherwise, Zhang Ye's life would be really dangerous.

　　 At this time, thunder was rolling in the sky, and the flying sword in Zhang Ye's hand seemed to be irritated. It turned into a golden crow and flew out from the skylight, tumbling in the thunderclouds, fighting against the sky and the earth.

　　Golden light and thunder light intertwined, the monks barely opened their eyes, watching this stalwart scene, like a pilgrimage.