The Magical Blacksmith

Zhong Ion chatted with Elder Wu from time to time. After a while, Zhong Ion's conversation turned: "By the way, Old Dog Wu, you are really a bad mix. You are in the middle stage of the golden core, and you are still using the flying sword of the middle-grade magic weapon. ."

　　 "Your high-grade magical artifacts are not much better." Elder Wu looked at Zhong Ion's broken flying sword, and went back.

　　 "You!" Zhong Ion flushed with anger. Regardless of how little Elder Wu said, every sentence can lift his popularity to the sky.

　　 Seeing that Ion was defeated by the clock, the little monks immediately came up with bad ideas and whispered: "Zhong Li is so big, the blacksmith's charges are so dark, he is still willing to be slaughtered, is this stupid..."

Zhong Ion really didn’t have to squirt, he took this opinion, and immediately roared: "Old dog Wu, you have too much money to burn, right? It’s such a Sanwu shop, you actually took out all the coffins, you really are. My sister is stupid!"

Boss Wu Chang didn’t say a word, Zhong Ion felt that he had finally won a win, and he felt proud. At this moment, Zhang Ye took out a clear flying sword from the backstage: "Elder Wu, your sword is refined. ."

　　 Elder Wu glanced at Zhong Ion jokingly. He hadn't responded before, mainly because he felt that Zhang Ye was almost finished, and he was ready to speak with facts.

　　 When Zhang Ye used to refine lower-grade artifacts, he could break through into middle-grade. Now that Zhang Ye is doing full-grade business, Elder Wu guessed that the refining of middle-grade artifacts could also become top-grade.

　　 Elder Wu respectfully took the Flying Sword. Although he had already guessed, he was still shocked by the scene before him. After refining his middle-grade artifacts for many years, he has become top-grade!

　　 Zhong Ion saw Elder Wu staring at his flying sword in a daze, and mocked: "Just look at the middle-grade magic weapon for many years and it won't grow a flower!"

　　 Elder Wu held a long sword in his hand and snorted coldly: "Who said it is a middle-grade magical weapon?" The overwhelming power gushed out of the flying sword, and Zhong Ion was shocked to sit on the ground.

　　 "Fuck, high-grade magical artifact!" Zhong Ion sensed it at once, sitting on the ground like a second fool, he couldn't understand that the flying sword was still a middle-grade magical weapon a moment ago, how could it become a top-grade?

　　 "Old dog Wu, I want to deceive Laozi with blindfolds, you have been born a hundred years ago!" Zhong Ion didn't believe in evil, and attacked Elder Wu with a broken sword, wanting to see if it was a real high-grade magic weapon.

　　 "Huh!" Elder Wu didn't even look at Zhong Ion, cut off with a sword, and the huge sword aura directly blew Zhong Ion away, destroying the purple clothes, leaving a pair of pants trembling.

　　Zhong Ion was not angry, but rather pleased. He took out his new clothes from Qiankun's bag and put on them, selling a smiling face: "Old Wu, by the way, how did your middle-grade artifacts get promoted to the top-grade artifacts?"

　　 Elder Wu cast a blank look at Zhong Ion, and did not speak with a stern face.

　　 Zhong Xing hurriedly offered his hospitality and helped Elder Wu squeeze his shoulders: "Old Wu, we can have friendship for hundreds of years!"

　　 "Elder Wu can't afford to climb high." Elder Wu scolded coldly.

　　 "Hey, you are the old dog Wu, I am the old dog Zhongli, it's so ironic!" After Zhong Ion finished speaking, he barked.

　　 Elder Wu didn't want to pay attention to this shameless person, but respectfully bowed to Zhang Ye: "Thank you, boss Zhang for making swords."

　　 "Elder Wu is polite." Elder Wu took care of himself several times, and Zhang Ye naturally treated each other with courtesy.

　　Zhong Ion on the side suddenly thought of something, and wondered: "Old Wu, is it because Zhang Ye has refined it because of your middle-grade artifacts?"

　　 "Otherwise?" Elder Wu disappeared as soon as he flicked his sleeves.

　　 Zhong Ion looked at Zhang Ye blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

　　 At this time, the little monks leaned forward and said, "Senior Zhongli, Elder Wu is gone, and this shameless scum is about to be wiped out!"

　　 "Senior Zhongli, helping justice, is really a role model for my generation!"

　　 Zhong Ion thoughtfully, pulled out his broken sword, the little monks were excited, thinking that Zhong Ion was about to kill the iron cock.

"Boss Zhang, I see the sign outside you saying that you will undertake all the forging business of Feijian. I wonder if this Feijian can be repaired?" Zhong Ion said with a respectful and flattering look. After all, Zhang Ye's craftsmanship is already Impressed him.

The little monks were immediately dumbfounded and damned. Didn’t they say that they were going to walk the way for the sky? When Elder Wu was there, Zhong Ion shouted and killed. As a result, when Elder Wu left, Zhong Ion was stunned and succumbed to evil. Nothing?

If Zhang Ye was just an ordinary little blacksmith, Zhong Ion believed in the discrediting words of the monks, but he had seen Zhang Ye’s skills with his own eyes, and if he still believed that Zhang Ye was a shameless scum, all those hundred years of practice would have been It's been practiced on a dog.

　　 People who are truly capable are worthy of respect, especially Zhang Ye who can tinker with top-grade artifacts.

　　 Zhang Ye glanced at Broken Sword and replied faintly: "It can be repaired."

　　 Zhong Ion looked overjoyed. This sword was his only top-grade magic weapon. After being damaged, his combat power plummeted, and he was distressed. I never thought that Zhang Ye said it could be repaired. Could this make people happy?

　　 Zhong Ion found ten high-grade spirit stones. Although it was a bit painful, everything was worthwhile to repair the flying sword: "Boss Zhang, then it’s troublesome."

　　 At this moment, the little monks were all dissatisfied: "Why, the fee is so dark, and there are people jumping inside?"

　　 "Never mind Elder Wu, Senior Zhongli came here to teach Zhang Ye, why did he get caught up in the evil too?"

　　 "There is a ghost in this blacksmith shop!"

　　 The little monks dare not make too much noise, but they can still hear the muttering.

　　 Han Ling'er didn't take these people's words to heart, and was about to pick up the spirit stone, but Zhang Ye reached out and stopped Han Ling'er.

　　Han Ling'er was a little puzzled, and Zhong Ion also looked at Zhang Ye with a dazed expression. Didn't he say that he could repair it? What is this?

　　 "It can be repaired, but I don't want to work when I'm in a bad mood." Zhang Ye said coldly.

　　 Zhong Ion was stunned, and then he suddenly realized that he was about to look fiercely at the group of chirping little monks, and scolded: "Shut up, I!"

　　 The little cultivators were taken aback and stunned, but one cultivator was not convinced: "Senior Zhongli, don't you want to help justice and eradicate evil? We trust you so much, never thought that you and Elder Wu are the same!"

　　 These words spoke out the hearts of the little monks, and they mustered up their courage to agree.

Zhong Ion was trembling with anger. He really wanted to hit someone, but he was afraid that Elder Wu would come to find the fault, so he scolded: "Because Boss Zhang is not doing your business, he will not be slandered. Is it a matter of course to be low on one's craft? Tell you, the path of practice has never been taken for granted! If you don't think about making progress, you just want to get benefits from others, this is a shameless scum, and you are the real scumbag!"

"As for Boss Zhang's fees, do you know what the value of a high-grade magical item is? What is the value of the materials required for a high-grade magical item? How many years of craftsmanship does it take to forge a high-grade magical item? Frogs can't talk about the sea!"

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　　 Zhong Ion’s status as a predecessor, bitterly reprimanded these little monks, hoping that they would repent, otherwise they would be so minded and hopeless.

　　 Many monks gradually realized their own mistakes. They really shouldn't take Zhang Ye's efforts for granted, and they lowered their heads and their faces blushed.

　　 "Apologize to Boss Zhang." Zhong Ion said for a while and scolded.

　　 The monks were startled. Some recognized their mistakes, and some succumbed to Zhong Ion’s lewd prestige. They all bowed and said: "Boss Zhang, we know it was wrong."

　　 Zhang Ye felt that this Zhong Ion was bluffing, but in fact it was quite reasonable, so he sold his face: "It's okay, there is criticism to make progress."

　　 "See if you don't see, you should learn from the boss's mind!" Zhong Iing continued: "As for you to confuse this seat, forget it, go back and practice hard. It is better to beg for yourself, and live out the backbone of the Lingtai Sect!"

　　 "The younger generation will be taught, and they will cultivate hard and change their wrongs!" The monks seemed to have completely changed their mentality and answered seriously.

　　 "Well, that's plausible!" Zhong Ion nodded in satisfaction, and then bowed his knees, "Hehe, Boss Zhang, do you think this works?"

　　 The monks were originally motivated by Zhong Ion’s words, and they decided to live their lives, but when I saw Zhong Ion’s flattering posture, he said in his heart, is it better to beg for yourself? This is called surviving one's spine? Dare to love what you said earlier to please Zhang Ye?

　　 Zhong Ion saw the eyes of many monks with weird expressions, and scolded: "What are you still waiting for, let me go back to practice!"

　　 The monks looked weird, bowed, and hurriedly left.

　　 Zhang Ye felt a lot more comfortable, so he winked at Han Ling'er. Han Ling'er understood, and took over the heavy high-grade spirit stone and broken sword: "Senior Zhongli, if you sit for a while, the flying sword will definitely be repaired."

"Hehe, it's okay, I can just stand. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Zhong Ion looked around, and there was nowhere to sit. Then, Zhong Ion thought of something and took out a piece of metal from Qiankun's bag: "Yes. With Boss Zhang, the broken piece of Feijian can't be found. Although the ten cold iron is not as good as the original ice soul iron, it should be usable, right?"

　　Although this ten cold iron is also a rare material, it is judged by Zhang Ye's mantra-what kind of **** is this?

　　 Because the system will still provide the materials needed for repair, Zhang Ye only took the broken sword and went to the backstage.

　　Zhong Ion was a little puzzled, Han Linger explained: "Senior don't worry, the blacksmith shop is responsible for producing the materials."

　　The blacksmith lays out the materials? Zhong Ion felt that ten high-grade spirit stones were not that expensive anymore, but he thought for a moment, damn, won't you use special **** materials to reconnect flying swords to me?

　　 "Boss Zhang, you can't make it!" Zhong Ion was shocked. If he repaired with inferior materials, his grade would fall.

　　 "What can't it be?" Zhang Ye asked dissatisfiedly that others disliked him making swords.

　　 "If you don't have to pay for the blacksmith shop, just use my ten cold iron to repair it." Zhong Ion said euphemistically, not wanting to offend Zhang Ye.

　　 "Are you sure?" At some point, a piece of cold metal appeared in Zhang Ye's hand.

　　 "I..." I was sure that the two words were swallowed by Zhong Ion, staring at the cold metal dumbfounded, he recognized it at a glance, it turned out to be the top ice soul iron!

　　 "I'm not sure..." Zhong Ion was bitter. Who said that Boss Zhang was an iron cock, and he used such a large pile of ice soul iron to repair the flying sword. This piece of ten cold iron of his own is really rubbish...

　　 And, after this calculation, the maintenance cost of ten high-grade spirit stones is definitely worth the money!

　　 "Not sure? Then be quiet." Zhang Ye reprimanded, Zhong Ion covered his mouth and nodded quickly.