The Magical Blacksmith

　　 "No wonder Boss Zhang searched us so much money, these materials are indeed worth the price!"

　　 "But why does Boss Zhang want to take it out one by one? Isn't it good to take it out at once?"

　　 "You don't know this anymore, the pretending effect is good!"

　　 The monks no longer complained about Zhang Ye taking advantage of the fire, but were a little complacent. The Great Elder also breathed a sigh of relief, and sure enough, they did not believe the wrong person.

At this time, Yu Wenhua also recovered. He hesitated for a moment, and said to Zhang Ye: "I have to say that you can bring out so many treasures, which really opened my eyes, but the superior magic knife, It’s not that anyone uses more materials!"

　　 Yu Culture still has a word that different materials have different characteristics. If they are mixed together randomly, not only will it not increase the power of the magic sword, but will also restrict each other, which is counterproductive.

　　 Yu Culture has a look of contempt. Even if Zhang Ye can forge a magic weapon, he is definitely not high. After all, he doesn't understand such a simple truth.

　　 How can Zhang Ye not know what Yu Wenhua is thinking, and said with a smile: "There are more materials that restrict each other, but the real master forging is enough to make them complement each other."

Yu Wenhua’s face blushed. He was hiding it before, and didn’t want to tell Zhang Ye this trick. He never thought that Zhang Ye always understood that the mixing of materials could easily affect the quality of forging. Besides, Zhang Ye also said that he was a real master forging. All materials will complement each other. This legendary forging process is an unattainable realm of Yu Culture!

　　 "Speaking better than singing!" Yu Wenwen flatly did not want to believe that Zhang Ye had such an accomplishment, and ridiculed after regaining his senses. When he was about to put 30 kilograms of Blood Demon Steel into the furnace, he began to forge his sword.

　　 On Zhang Ye's side, instead of throwing the treasures into the furnace, they sorted them out and burned them one by one. Han Linger kept adjusting the temperature according to Zhang Ye's instructions.

　　 Zhang Ye must spend more time in doing this. Before half of the treasures have been calcined, Yu Wenhua has already forged Gorefiend Steel and placed it on the anvil, just as if it was a cat and a cow, and forged the metal into a knife handily.

　　 Not long after, Yu Wenhua created a blood-red ghost knife, which was so fierce that it made people shudder at the first glance.

　　 "Spirit weapon, I didn't expect that Yu Wenhua really forged a spirit weapon!"

　　 Everyone on the Blood God Sect is inspiring, but the Lingtai Sect is ashamed.

Spirit weapons are higher-level magic weapons than magic weapons. In Lingtai Sect or Blood God Sect, each spiritual weapon is listed as the treasure of Zhenzong. Yu Culture can continuously create spiritual weapons. In time, Blood God Sect will definitely suppress it. Passed Lingtaizong.

　　 "It's too early to say, only if the attachment is successful, then it is a real spirit weapon!" The monk at the spiritual platform is unwilling to believe this fact, praying that Yu Culture will fail when attaching the spirit.

By the way, spirit attachment is the most critical part of forging a spiritual weapon. It is to remove the soul of a certain creature and seal it in a magic weapon to become the consciousness of a spiritual weapon, just like the quenching part of flying sword forging. If it succeeds, then If the magic soldier is born, if it fails, all previous achievements will be abandoned.

　　 I saw that Yu Wenwen took out a gourd, which was the soul he had prepared for a long time. He opened the stopper, and a cloud of black air spurted out, turning into a ghost with blue face and fangs.

The timid monk turned pale with fright, and the courageous monk also took a cold breath. You must know that the stronger the soul attached to the spirit, the greater the power of the spiritual tool. I never thought that this culture would use it to increase the power of the spiritual tool. An evil spirit that has become a climate, it looks like it is at least a golden core evil spirit, and I don't know where he got it.

　　 The evil spirit was released from the gourd and smelled the vitality of the stranger. He immediately screamed in excitement and was about to go to kill him. However, Yu Wenwen took the forged ghost knife and pierced it into the heart of the evil spirit.

　　 The evil spirit roared with exhaustion, but the ghost head knife made a sound like drinking water. The ghost's smoke-like body was gradually absorbed by the ghost head knife.

　　 After absorbing the evil spirits, the Guitou Knife exuded the power that a spirit tool possessed, as if to break free from the palm of Yu Wenhua, Yu Wenhua made a decisive decision, bit his middle finger, and smeared it on the body of the Guitou knife.

The throbbing of 　　 Guitou Knife disappeared, because it has already shed its blood to recognize the Lord. This Guitou Knife will live forever and will only obey the orders of Yu Culture.

　　 At this point, the spirit tool is refined.

　　The morale of the Blood God Sect was greatly boosted. While cheering for the Yu culture, they did not forget to ridicule the Lingtai Sect.

　　 "I heard that the soul-gathering flag of the Zhenzong sect of the Lingtai Sect was wounded and cannot be used again for a hundred years. It is really pitiful!"

　　 "I teach such forging masters as Youyu Culture that as long as the materials are sufficient, they can forge spiritual weapons with endless sources of energy. Within a hundred years, they will surely become a second-rate sect!"

　　 "By then, it will be the day when the Lingtai Sect is destroyed!"

　　 At this moment, the elder of the Blood God Sect suddenly exclaimed: "How can my Blood God Sect be so vicious?!"

　　Blood God Sect everyone was puzzled, it's not like the style of the elders. Immediately, the elder of the Blood God Sect looked at Li Rulong, and continued: "Lingtai Sect is our Friend Sect. Even if you are unbearable, my Blood God Sect will not abandon you."

"When my blood **** sect becomes a second-rate sect, as long as you Li Rulong lower your head and beg me, or let your delicate suzerain be our hierarch concubine, I will accept you reluctantly and be a handyman serving tea and water. !"

　　 As soon as I said this, the people of the Blood God Sect laughed loudly and echoed: "The elders have a kind heart, and we are a role model!"

　　 "I first book two female monks from the Lingtai Sect to be the furnace ding!"

　　 Listening to the cynicism of the Blood God Sect, the Lingtai Sect was furious, and they drew their swords. As long as the elder gave an order, even if he died in battle, he would not hesitate to die.

The great elder Qingjin violent, he wanted to refute a few words, but when someone made a spiritual tool, he did have the confidence to clamor; he wanted to order a war, but he had to consider the consequences of the two battles, even if he had defeated the blood **** sect. , I am afraid that the disciples of the disciples also suffered heavy casualties. This is the situation that the elders least want to see.

　　 Just when the Lingtai Sect was so angry that he jumped his feet, a voice suddenly sounded: "If you refine a low-grade spiritual tool, it can be like this. You can just write a novel."

　　 Everyone followed the prestige and saw that Zhang Ye was building magic swords with one hammer and one hammer, and the sound was made by him.

　　 "Zhang Ye!" The hearts of everyone were hot, yes, the Blood God Sect was nothing more than a low-grade spiritual weapon. Zhang Ye would be able to give out this bad breath as long as he refines a more powerful magic weapon!

　　 However, when the monks saw Zhang Ye's tempered magic sword, they felt cold again. Fuck, it turned out to be a magic weapon!

　　 The Blood God Sect also noticed Zhang Yeduan's knife, which was basically shaped like a Tang knife, with a colorful halo on the blade, and it looked good.

　　 But, it just looks good!

　　The Blood God Sect everyone laughed loudly: "Scare Lao Tzu, say this, I thought you had made a royal weapon!"

　　 "The result is only a magical implement, so the magical implement is forgotten, it is only a middle-grade magical implement!"

　　 "It's not ashamed to say, are you Li Rulong's tease?"

　　 Zhang Ye's knife, at present, indeed seems to be a middle-grade magic weapon, which makes everyone in the Lingtai Sect even feel dull.

　　 "From the moment Zhang Ye accepted the forging knife, I felt that I would lose!"

　　 "The bankruptcy, in exchange for a three-hour delay, was a complete failure."

　　 "Zhang Ye, no one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak!" The Jindan monk became angry and even blamed it.

　　 Zhang Ye turned a deaf ear to these words, wielding a knife on his own, but with a morale, shouted: "Zhang Ye, pay back our hard-earned money!"

　　 After all, several Jindan elders are going to trouble Zhang Ye.

　　 "Presumptuous!" The Great Elder scolded.

　　 "Elder, I know you admire Zhang Ye, but now, we have already lost!" The monks were heartbroken and mustered the courage to continue, "If he didn't refine the spirit weapon, what qualifications does he have to take our hard-earned money?"

　　 The Great Elder drew his sword and cut a ditch on the ground: "Who dares to cross this line, this seat is regarded as treason!"

The great elder stared at Zhang Ye with scorching eyes. Although he was also a little lost, he thought of another possibility. If Zhang Ye could forge the best magic weapon like the last time he forged a local tyrant sword, which one wins and which loses, and Got a fight.

　　 "This..." The monks looked at each other. They didn't expect that the Great Elder would still defend Zhang Ye in this way. Although they were not convinced, they did not dare to go and disturb Zhang Ye.

　　 At this moment, Zhang Ye finished casting the colorful Tang Knife, and the breath of high-grade magical artifacts gushed out, which made everyone stunned.

　　 Forging magical items, can they be upgraded one by one?

　　 But the Blood God Sect still didn't take it to heart, and smiled: "The top-grade magic weapon? There are two brushes, but compared to the spirit weapon, it's a thousand miles away."

　　 "Wasting time, just give up!"

　　 Zhang Ye ignored it, UU reading www.uukanshu.com just ordered: "Big fire."

　　 This was the last calcination before quenching. Han Linger was a little nervous, but controlled the fire in an orderly manner. Zhang Ye felt the temperature and put the Tang knife into the furnace.

During the 　　, Zhang Ye did not idle either. He scooped up a scoop of quenching water and frowned: "Elder, is there better water?"

　　 Some monks who had gone to the smithy to consume it cursed: "Elder Ouyang's quenching water is better than the smithy!"

　　 "Huh, it must be that he wants to take advantage of the fire again!"

　　 Zhang Ye didn't explain anything. He couldn't use the five-color divine water now, and he had to blindly quench it with a more advanced water source.

　　 The Great Elder thought for a while and said, "Wait for me."

　　 The Great Elder disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, he reappeared, but with an amethyst bottle in his hand.

　　 The moment he saw this bottle, the monk at the spiritual platform knelt down with a plop, "Great Elder, absolutely!"

　　 The amethyst bottle contains metamorphic water, which is one of the treasures of the Lingtai Zongzhen sect. This metamorphic water does not help the monks to improve their realm, but if they are seriously injured, they can bring the metamorphic water back to life!

　　The elder is going to bring this life-saving metamorphic water to Zhang Ye to quench the knife? This was even more serious than bankruptcy, and the monks quit immediately.

　　 "In this amethyst bottle, it is not metamorphic water, but lives!"

　　 "It's just a top-grade magic weapon, winning or losing is a foregone conclusion, why should the great elder be so persistent?"

　　 The foundation cultivators were afraid to speak, but the elders of Jin Dan burst into tears, and they wanted to dig out their hearts.

　　 The great elder was not angry, but categorically shouted: "If you don't become a **** soldier, the old man will resign as the great elder!"

　　 After the words were over, the elder, despite dissuasion, handed the amethyst bottle to Zhang Ye.