The Magical Blacksmith

　　 "Each of the gods created by you has its own merits. It is a pity to damage any one. According to the old man, how about a tie in this match?" The elder was silent for a long time and said.

　　 There is some truth to his proposal. After all, the flying sword forged by Zhang Ye has beaten Yin Wenbin in terms of craftsmanship, but if it is purer than harder, Zhang Ye's jade sword is definitely not its opponent.

　　 Each yields one step and a tie is the best ending. After all, there is no need to worry about falling into the hands of Heavenly Soldier Pavilion with the low-grade immortal stone that the great elder is thinking about.

　　 Of course, speaking this as the ancestor of Yuan Ying, he has already surrendered his identity. If he does not give face, I am afraid that he will completely offend this elder.

　　 Yin Wenbin thought about it, but he was obviously not going to give the elder face, and said: "The people in the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion either win or lose, and they never say a tie!"

Yin Wenbin bit the words Tianbing Pavilion very hard. Although he is only a trivial Golden Core disciple in the Tianbing Pavilion, it is a face-to-face confrontation. If Yin Wenbin and Zhang Ye are tied, then he is passed back. Don't even think about mixing in the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion.

　　 Yin Wenbin didn't give the slightest face, this elder was offended and murderous: "Want to use the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion to press me? Believe it or not that the old man can kill you with a single palm!"

"As a master of Yuan Ying, killing me is easy to kill." Yin Wenbin carried his hands on his back, without the slightest fear. "However, the junior masters have always protected shortcomings. If any disciple is bullied, they will inevitably give a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye. If it accidentally spreads to the Lingtai Sect, it is the fault of the younger generation..."

　　 Yin Wenbin smiled sadly. As a disciple of the first-class sect, he naturally had the confidence to challenge the ancestors of the great family.

　　 "You!" The elder was furious. He couldn't wait to slap Yin Wenbin to death with a palm, but he had to worry about the revenge of the Tianbing Pavilion. What if he also used the same method to deal with the disciples of the Lingtai Sect? Naturally, those with big family and big business can't be bachelor like San Xiu.

　　 At this moment, Zhang Ye took a step forward and said, "Elder, I don't agree to make a peace."

Yin Wenbin didn’t want to draw a tie, but he didn’t expect Zhang Ye to continue the match. This made the elder annoyed. He tried his best, even bullying the small by his reputation, and was ready to resolve the battle. Zhang Ye did not expect Zhang Ye himself. Jumping into the fire, even pulling can't hold it.

"Forget it, I don't care!" The two wanted to continue the competition. The elder had no choice but to give up angrily. After thinking that Zhang Ye lost the immortal stone, it would be the same to exchange it with Yin Wenbin, maybe even better than Zhang Ye, an iron cock. Talkative.

　　 Of course, this was just a complaint from the elder, he still hoped that Zhang Ye would win.

　　 Yin Wenbin looked at Zhang Ye with great interest, and said, "It is commendable to dare to compete with me, but the victory belongs to me after all."

　　 Yin Wenbin finished speaking, as if in order to demonstrate, he grabbed a flying sword of a middle-grade magic weapon from the Qiankun bag, and chopped it down with a single sword with the high-grade magic weapon that was just built.

　　 The shining middle-grade artifact, like tofu, was instantly cut into two pieces by the top-grade artifact. The cut was smooth, showing the sharpness of the top-grade artifact...

　　 Many monks took a deep breath. Although there is nothing to cut off the middle-grade magical artifacts, the key is that this is the sharpness of the flying sword itself without the use of spiritual power!

　　 In addition, Yin Wenbin destroyed a middle-grade magic weapon without blinking his eyes. He deserves to be a disciple of the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion, with rich wealth!

　　 A group of monks looked at Zhang Ye, and they were becoming less and less confident now.

Zhang Ye didn't have that much brain damage to cut off the middle-grade magic weapon demonstration. Moreover, he didn't have the middle-grade magic weapon in his hand. He just said: "Okay, don't fix the ones that are not there. Hurry up and finish the trial. I will close the door. "

　　 Yin Wenbin looked even more contemptuous when Zhang Ye was afraid to try his sword, and said, "Since Mr. Zhang is in a hurry to close the door, let's start!"

Yin Wenbin paused, and there was a conspiracy in his eyes: "Boss Zhang, for the sake of fairness, we slammed into each other with the flying swords that we have built, and we are not allowed to use spiritual power until one of the flying swords is damaged, and the intact one wins, how about? "

　　 This gambling game is not better than Feijian's rank, but stronger than anyone else. It was unfair from the beginning. If it's just that, it's fine. Now it's unfair to require both sides to hold swords to cut each other.

Zhang Ye seems to be just a little monk in the Qi refining period, and Yin Wenbin is a golden core. The golden core masters are much higher than Qi refining monks in terms of physical fitness and swordsmanship. With the blessing of swordsmanship and strength, Yin Wenbin has a much higher probability of winning. .

　　 The great elder frowned, and stepped forward and said: "Too much bullying, Zhang Ye, I will help you fight the sword!"

　　 As a master of Nascent Soul, the great elder is much higher in swordsmanship and physical abilities than the golden core monk. Yin Wenbin wants to bully people with his cultivation base, how can the great elder sit idly by?

　　 But Zhang Ye shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, but I want to cut off his sword by myself!"

Yin Wenbin had forgotten the great elder. He was shocked when he said he wanted to help Zhang Ye try his sword, but now Zhang Ye said he wanted to play on his own. , In order to feel the thrill of victory!"

　　 The Great Elder sighed when Zhang Ye was so stubborn, he didn't want to say anything anymore.

　　 Zhang Ye and Yin Wenbin stood face to face, Yin Wenbin suddenly said: "By the way, boss Zhang, I don't know if you forged the flying sword, do you have a name?"

　　 Without waiting for Zhang Ye to answer, Yin Wenbin said smugly: "I just thought of a good name for my Feijian, and it's called Slaughter Lingtai. Do you think it's extraordinarily domineering?"

　　 Slaughter Lingtai a few words, the monks present scolded one after another: "Yin Xiaoer, how dare you not put my Lingtai Sect in the eyes!"

　　 "Believe it or not, I won't let you see the sun tomorrow!"

　　 Yin Wenbin deliberately showed a surprised expression: "I forgot that Lingtai Sect also has the word Lingtai, sin, but it's just the name of a sword, dignified Lingtai Sect, don't you have that much stomach?"

The Jindan cultivators were so angry that they were about to do their work, but the great elder stopped everyone, and then said solemnly: "The Lingtai Sect is still capable of accommodating people. However, the old man sent a letter to the Heavenly Armed Forces Pavilion when he returned, and he wanted to ask. Ask the tutor of Tianbing Pavilion!"

　　 The words of the great elder are already a strong condemnation, but Yin Wenbin is noncommittal. With a third-rate small sect like Lingtai Sect, Tianbing Pavilion doesn't need to be concerned at all.

　　 At this moment, Zhang Ye said: "What a coincidence, I also gave Feijian a four-character name."

　　 Yin Wenbin had a sneer in his eyes and asked, "How does it compare to my slaughter platform?"

　　 "I dare not say that it is more domineering than your name. After all, Zhang has a superficial knowledge and thinks about some crude vocabulary, but he also has a different taste." Zhang Ye said somewhat self-effacing.

　　 "Haha, Boss Zhang is still a little self-aware!" Yin Wenbin also felt that these country folks couldn't think of any good names, but he was still a little curious about how to be unique, and continued to ask, "What is the name?"

　　 "This sword of mine is called Hanging Heaven Soldier." Zhang Ye looked a little embarrassed, "It's all abusive vocabulary, but it makes you laugh..."

　　 sling the heavenly soldiers? The next three abused vocabulary?

　　 The monk present only felt guilty, and roared with laughter: "What a slapped heavenly soldier, what a mischievous vocabulary!"

　　 The Great Elder was also on the side, stroking his beard, chewing these words with satisfaction, as if he was reciting a popular poem, his mouth full of fluids.

　　 And Yin Wenbin, with a pale complexion, he named the Slaughter Lingtai in front of him, and it was innuendo; Zhang Ye then came to sling the heavenly soldier, which meant something, after all, Yin Wenbin came from the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion!

　　 "Keep talking!" Yin Wenbin was furious.

"Yeah, I forgot that the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion also has the word Heavenly Soldier. It's a sin, but it's just the name of a sword. The decent Heavenly Soldier Pavilion, don't you have this kind of belly, right?" Zhang Ye also showed a surprised expression. Yin Wenbin's previous words were returned intact, and everyone clapped their hands and cheered!

　　 "In addition to forging the sword, Boss Zhang, what I am most convinced by is his mouth!"

　　 "Haha, don't want to think about it, who can find the bargain from the iron cock?"

　　 Yin Wenbin's complexion was stubborn, and he only felt uncomfortable with a breath in his chest. He gritted his teeth and said: "Clearly, you have to see if your flying sword is as sharp as your mouth!"

　　 "Boss Zhang, take the move!" Yin Wenbin raised his take-off sword, and regardless of whether Zhang Ye was ready or not, he smashed it down with all his strength. Although he did not use his cultivation base, the strength of the Jindan cultivator was also extremely terrifying.

　　 Yin Wenbin's sword enveloped Zhang Ye. By doing this, he wanted to defeat Zhang Ye's flying sword, but also to kill Zhang Ye in one fell swoop!

　　 "Zhang Ye, get out of the way!" The great elder noticed the clue and reminded him, and at the same time, he moved his body to stop him.

　　 But Zhang Ye didn't evade, just raised the flying sword in his hand and blocked it.

　　 Yin Wenbin has a touch of pride in his eyes, UU reading www. uukanshu. Although the elder of com came to stop him, it was definitely too late. As for the flying sword that stood in front of Zhang Ye, it was even more vulnerable in his eyes.

　　 sling the heavenly soldiers? joke! The Slaughter Lingtai is about to become a reality!

Yin Wenbin's sword, as he had expected, did not hinder at all. It passed directly through Zhang Ye's sword. He swiped vigorously, preparing to split Zhang Ye in half. He never thought that this swipe would make his hand light... …

　　 Yin Wenbin was stunned, why, there is only half of the sword in his hand?

　　 Could it be that... not only Yin Wenbin, but also the Great Elder also reacted. Just now the two swords fought, I thought Zhang Ye would be cut in two with the sword and the leader, but I never thought that Yin Wenbin's sword was cut in two instead. As for Yin Wenbin, he felt that there was no obstacle at all. It also showed that Zhang Ye's sword was extremely sharp!

　　 "How can emerald iron be so sharp?" As an experienced blacksmith, Yin Wenbin understood the problem instantly. Zhang Ye's sword can cut off his sword. It is not strong, but entirely by its sharpness!

　　 is like saying that a person can break a sharp arrow, but a sharp arrow can also kill.

Of course, the sword forged by Yin Wenbin was not only strong but also sharp, but failed to leave a hole in Zhang Ye's sword, so it was broken in two. There shouldn't be such a sharp sword in the world, or it should not have been forged. The person waiting for the sword!

　　 Before Yin Wenbin could recover, Zhang Ye swept out: "It's me."

　　 He was never a soft-hearted person, especially someone like Yin Wenbin who wanted to kill him.

　　 Yin Wenbin was shocked, and immediately backed up and evaded. At the same time, he took the broken sword to fight!

With a sound of 　　, there was no hindrance, and the broken sword broke again. With a few **** fingers falling to the ground, Yin Wenbin clutched his right hand and howled up to the sky.

　　 Zhang Ye stood holding a sword, smiling violently: "Shoot the heavenly soldiers, as expected, the sword is as its name!"