The Magical Blacksmith

　　 After all, Zhang Ye’s business might also include the forging of top-grade magical artifacts, and top-grade magical artifacts are not measurable by top-grade spiritual stones, so Han Linger would propose to increase the price.

　　 Zhang Ye saw the appearance of Han Ling'er, and a little sighed, a little girl was taken in a ditch by herself, and she was sinful. Zhang Ye said, "God has the virtue of good living, and ten high-grade spirit stones are enough."

　　 If the charge is more expensive, it will definitely kill people.

　　 What did Zhang Ye think of: "Speaking of which, what did you call me just now?"

　　Han Linger thought for a while: "I am your clerk now, so naturally I want to call you the boss."

　　 "Fairy Han, you should call me Zhang Ye." After all, after hearing Han Ling'er call Zhang Ye, I suddenly changed my name to the boss, a little awkward.

　　Han Ling'er didn't struggle too much: "That's fine, but Zhang Ye, don't call me Fairy Han in the future, just call me by my name."

　　 "This..." Zhang Ye hesitated for a moment, "Ling'er, it's really a good name."

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　　 On the other side, Zhang Ye's almost abnormal charges aroused public outrage, and people could be heard scolding Zhang Ye everywhere.

　　 "That silly fork Zhang Ye, he charges ten high-grade spirit stones for every shot, doesn't he know how to pick up iron? Who does he think he is? Yuan Ying ancestor?"

　　 "Let’s unite, even if we have money, we won’t go to Zhang Ye’s shop to spend!"

　　 "People who are cheap have their own harvest. At this moment, how I hope that the Star Swordsman will leave early and cut off Zhang Ye's little hook!"

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　　Zhong Ion, is the true biography of Lingtaizong's purple clothes, Jindan is powerful, he is in a bad mood these days, and anyone who is not pleasing to the eye will curse a few words.

"It's noisy and annoying all day. Is that Zhang Ye your father or someone else's? How did you go there are people mentioning it?" Zhong Ion thought of reading the book at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to distract him, but he never thought that there would be people talking about Zhang Ye. , Twitter was so annoying that I lost my temper.

　　 The few little monks saw Zhong Ion wearing the purple clothes of Lingtai, and they were so frightened that they apologized: "Senior should calm down, and this junior will leave."

　　 Just a few steps back, Zhong Ion said: "Wait!"

　　 "Huh? Senior, we really have inadvertently offended!" Several monks thought Zhong I was going to teach them, so they were so frightened that they knelt down.

　　 "Don't make a noise!" Zhong Ion rubbed his ears and moaned, and then said, "By the way, who is the Zhang Ye you are talking about?"

　　Because Zhang Ye used to only do the work of low-grade flying swords, it was widely spread among Qi refining and foundation building monks. In the circle of Jindan Power, few people knew Zhang Ye.

　　 A few little cultivators were taken aback, and immediately said: "Return to senior, that Zhang Ye is a liar. He repaired the broken flying sword and charges ten high-grade spirit stones. It has violated many of our brothers..."

　　 "The bad thing was done in that piece, so sores on the top of the head, pus on the soles of the feet, breathe out, you can smell the smell in a radius of ten miles!"

"The most important thing is that he forced our inner sister Ling'er to work in a blacksmith's shop, doing all dirty work, and being caught by the iron **** from time to time. It's really true. Those who hear it are sad, and those who see it shed tears... "

　　 Zhong Ion sounded a little nauseous, but he was so angry that there were people everywhere scolding Zhang Ye, who turned out to be such a shameless scum.

　　 "Is there no one to take care of it? I take care of it!" Zhong Ion was in a bad mood because his top-grade flying sword was broken, and he had nowhere to evade the fire. It would be good to kill a wicked person to get out of his breath.

　　 The little monks were delighted in their eyes, thinking that we can't deal with Zhang Ye, Jin Dan can always kill Zhang Ye, and immediately exclaimed: "The seniors are righteous, and the juniors are willing to lead the way!"

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　　 On Zhang Ye's side, because of the rash increase in prices, there was no business for several days, but many people came to scold the street, but Zhang Ye didn't take it to heart. As long as he didn't enter the shop to make trouble, he would do whatever he wanted.

　　 As for Han Ling'er, although there is nothing to do in the store, she still goes to work on time every day. Today she can’t help it: “Zhang Ye, you can arrange something for me.”

　　 Zhang Ye thought for a while, and handed Han Ling'er a universe bag: "Take it, count the money."

　　Han Ling'er was speechless for a while, really counting the money? The monk swept away with his spiritual sense, and he knew how many spirit stones there were. There was no need to count them.

　　 Han Ling'er saw Zhang Ye nap on the recliner, wondering that he could not get his salary in vain, so he stepped forward and said, "Zhang Ye, let me give you a massage."

　　 "Massage?" Before Zhang Ye refused, Han Linger's green fingers were placed on Zhang Ye's temples and gently rubbed.

　　 "My mother used to have headaches, as long as I press the buttons for her, it won't hurt." Seeing Zhang Ye's enjoyment, Han Linger asked, "How about it, my craftsmanship is not bad?"

　　 "Hmm..." Zhang Ye squinted his eyes and added, "I have done massage for my parents before, and I will let you try it later." Zhang Ye treats Han Ling'er as a friend and naturally wants to return it.

　　 But Han Linger blushed, thinking that Zhang Ye was joking, and didn't take it seriously.

　　 After a while, Zhang Ye suddenly opened his eyes and got up from the couch: "Come on, I'll press it for you."

　　 "Do you really want to press it?" Han Ling'er was shocked.

　　 "Well, courtesy." Before Han Ling'er refused, Zhang Ye pressed her on the couch, grabbed her shoulders, and kneaded.

　　Han Ling'er blushed, and was a little shy to be held on his shoulder by Zhang Ye, but Zhang Ye's techniques and strength were very comfortable, so Han Ling'er couldn't refuse.

　　 "I'm starting to work hard, the stronger the strength, the more comfortable it is." After Zhang Ye finished speaking, he began to exert strength.

　　 Sometimes, Han Ling'er would be pressed by Zhang Ye to snorted, but as Zhang Ye said, the greater the strength, the more comfortable, and the whole body relaxed.

At this moment, Zhong Ion rushed to the gate of the blacksmith shop aggressively with a ticket of monks, and suddenly saw Zhang Ye frowning Han Ling'er and humming, and he kept asking Han Ling'er: "Comfortable? Isn't it special? Comfortable?"

　　 Zhong Ion was furious: "I didn't believe it at first, but I didn't expect that you would really dare to bully the disciple of the Lingtai Sect!"

　　Han Ling'er quickly opened his eyes and saw the leading purple-clothed monk, a little panic, and immediately got up and said, "I have seen seniors."

　　 In the face of the true story, the inner door cannot call the brother, but the senior, this is the rule.

　　 "The dignified monk who built the foundation, was bullied by a little qi refining, is it embarrassing to lose?" Zhong Ion was so angry that he didn't know what to say, and immediately shouted to Zhang Ye, "Scum, get out and die!"

　　 "Senior misunderstood, Zhang Ye didn't bully me, we are just massaging..." Han Ling'er blushed like blood after the next few words.

　　 massage? Zhong Ion was stunned, and reprimanded: "Fuzzy, he is clearly making you unspoken!"

　　 Zhang Ye got a little angry. This old guy in purple clothes came up with a curse, and said, "Senior, is there any misunderstanding in the middle?"

　　 "Misunderstanding? Misunderstanding your mother!" The little monks stunned, Zhong Ion yelled, took out a broken sword from Qiankun's bag, and immediately killed Zhang Ye.

　　 At this moment, Elder Wu suddenly appeared, blocked Zhong Ion’s blow, and sternly rebuked, “Lingtai Town, don’t hurt people with your hands!”

"Wu Laogou, what is your relationship with this scum? When did our disciple of the Lingtai Sect be bullied like this? You don't care about it, but help outsiders?" Zhong Ion jumped with anger, "If it wasn't for Laozi's Feijian break Now, this one even took you with you!"

　　 Elder Wu has no authority to punish Zhong Ion, who is also a golden core, but he took the order of the elder to take care of Zhang Ye, so he said coldly: "I only care about the rules of Lingtai Town, I don't care about other things."

"Old dog Wu, you fucking..." Zhong Ion didn't expect that Elder Wu would be so shameless and want to swear, but then he thought about it, and said viciously, "Okay, I'm going to **** with you, you have the ability to do nothing for a lifetime. Go, as long as you leave, I will smash this smithy, and see what you can do with me!"

Elder Wu’s eyelids jumped. In fact, he knew this Zhongzheng, and the relationship is still a good one. But this Zhongzheng has a shortcoming, that is, his temper and the unreasonable hob. Elder Wu pondered, yes. Isn't it going to send a clan order?

　　 But the great elder instructed that if you don't have to use the decree as a last resort, you will kill Zhang Ye. After all, a little qi training cultivator being taken care of by the sect will definitely attract suspicion and threats.

　　 Finally, Elder Wu caught a glimpse of the sign at Zhang Ye’s door, had an idea, took out a flying sword and said, "Boss Zhang, I wonder if you still do business today?"

　　 "Of course I do." Zhang Ye was puzzled, but he said honestly.

"I heard that Boss Zhang is good at refining, UU reading www.uukanshu.com don't know whether the flying sword of the little old man can be refined?" Somehow, Elder Wu, who always has a coffin face, showed a smile, even with a smile. It's kind of flattering.

　　 "Oh my God, Elder Wu laughed!"

　　 "Ah, I'm blind..."

　　 Seeing this, a group of little monks suddenly felt strange and exclaimed.

　　 Zhang Ye hesitated, and took over Elder Wu’s flying sword. This is a medium-grade magic weapon that can naturally be refined. Zhang Ye nodded: "Yes."

　　 Elder Wu took out ten red and bright high-grade spirit stones from the Qiankun bag: "Then I will trouble Boss Zhang."

　　Han Ling'er was a little excited. No one in the blacksmith shop cared for so many days, but he did not expect that Elder Wu sent the first business.

　　 "Ling'er, collect the money." Zhang Ye greeted him and entered the backstage with a flying sword.

　　Han Ling'er responded and took the heavy ten high-grade spirit stones, my god, this is a real high-grade spirit stone, and it's ten, am I dreaming?

　　Han Ling'er was so happy that he fainted, and the little monks who followed Zhong Yi's face were shocked: "Is Elder Wu stupid, really has ten high-grade spirit stones?"

　　 "I used to think Brother Duguce was the trustee of the blacksmith shop. It seems that the real trustee is Elder Wu!"

A group of people slandered in disbelief. After all, Zhong Ion is the golden core power. He is not as rare and strange as the others. He just snorted: "Old dog Wu, do you think I will let the blacksmith's shop go by this way? My time. Too much, I can afford it. After you finish your flying sword, I will destroy the blacksmith shop!"

　　 Zhong Ion took out a chair from Qiankun's bag, sat peacefully outside the door, and confronted Elder Wu.

　　 Elder Wu looked at Zhong Ion pityingly, and said that when my flying sword is done, you can’t bear to destroy the blacksmith...