The Magical Blacksmith

　　 There was a knife repairer to join in the fun. Hearing that Zhang Ye could forge the best magic knife, his body was shocked: "Boss Zhang, how much does the forging knife cost, can you help me build a best magic knife?"

　　 Zhang Ye was looking for a good time to start the forging knife business. Isn't that the right time? He immediately announced: "From today, accept the magic weapon level forging knife business and charge the same as Feijian Forging."

　　 Daoxiu danced with excitement, and quickly said: "Boss Zhang, wait for me, I will go back to get the materials."

　　 Yin Wenbin came back to his senses at this moment, and quickly grabbed the knife repairer: "Xiongtai, you find me, I can help you build a lower-grade spiritual weapon!"

　　 It's hard to choose between the lower-grade spiritual weapons and the best magical weapons, and the knife shaves his face and hesitates: "How much does it cost?"

　　 Yin Wenbin hesitated for a moment: "It's also ten top-grade spirit stones!" He originally wanted to quote an extra price, but in order to grab Zhang Ye's business, he also quoted such a price.

　　 "What is the success rate?" If the magic weapon fails, the employer will be arrogant, so this is the most worrying issue besides the price.

　　 Yin Wenbin forged low-grade spiritual weapons. With the help of his junior sisters, he had a 20% success rate. However, in order to win the deal, he exaggerated: "50%!"

　　50%, it has a very high success rate in the creation of magic weapons, but when Sword Repair heard it, he immediately became angry: "50% are you embarrassed to say? Boss Zhang has never missed it!"

　　 Yin Wenbin defended: "But the lower-grade spiritual weapons are more powerful than the magical weapons!"

　　 "Fuck your mother's shit, Boss Zhang's superb knife has beaten the low-grade spirit sword!" Dao Xiu left Yin Wenbin, cursing and leaving.

"I only accept you eight top-grade spirit stones... how about five?" Even if Yin Wenbin cuts the price again and again, the knife repair has not looked back. After all, the materials are so precious. If the forging fails, wouldn't it be a big loss? So, I would rather spend more A high-grade spirit stone, buy a peace of mind.

　　 Zhang Ye has re-modified the sign at this moment to indicate the magic knife forging business. The Jindan monks have taken out magic weapons and spiritual stones and prepared to ask Zhang Ye for forging. They simply ignored the newly opened Yin Wenbin.

　　 This made Yin Wenbin furious, and he walked to the blacksmith shop and shouted: "Zhang Ye, I heard that the best magic knife you forged can beat the lower grade spirit sword? I don't believe it, I want to fight you again for treasure!"

　　 As for Zhang Ye's victory over Yu Culture, Yin Wenbin didn't take it seriously. After all, the forger of the Blood God Sect, is it a fart? If you don't defeat Zhang Ye head-on, Yin Wenbin won't even want to save money to build the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion.

　　 Zhang Ye entangled with Yin Wenbin when he was full and had nothing to do. He was about to refuse, but the bone knife on Zhang Ye's waist suddenly exuded a killing intent, covering Yin Wenbin.

　　 Yin Wenbin was still fighting spirit at first, but his face was pale when he was so excited by the killing intent. Yin Wenbin glanced at Zhang Ye's bone knife, turned around and took his junior sister and ran away.

　　 "Brother, let's not open a shop?" The female monk was puzzled.

　　 Yin Wenbin's lips trembled a little, and he kept running out of Lingtai Town, he said with lingering fear: "Zhang Ye has a king's weapon."

　　 "How is it possible?" The female monk couldn't believe it.

　　 "Return to the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion, and lose in the hands of someone who can create the best magic weapon and royal weapon. It is not wronged." The moment Yin Wenbin saw the bone knife, he completely lost the courage to fight Zhang Ye.

　　 As for Yin Wenbin, he would think that the bone knives were forged by Zhang Ye, because Zhang Ye broke his cognition time and time again, and even the best magic weapons were forged. What's impossible?

　　 Therefore, Yin Wenbin never wants to stay in Lingtai Town anymore, even if Huizongmen is killed in the past, it is better than facing Zhang Ye.

　　 Besides, I returned to the sect with the news of the best magical weapon and the king's weapon. Maybe the merits and demerits will be equal, and there will be a reward.

　　 Just like that, the brothers and sisters Yin Wenbin never came back as soon as they left. The new shop opposite the blacksmith shop closed down as soon as it opened, and became the monks' talk after dinner.

　　……

　　 Zhang Ye slapped the bone knife and scolded, "Who made you scare others?"

　　 Ahua was a little dazed: "Isn't this a crime and meritorious service?"

　　 "Come less, pretend to be forced in the future, remember to report." After Zhang Ye reprimanded, he lost his sleepiness, went to the backstage and started to work, his forging level was about to rise, I wonder what surprises waiting for him?

Now that the matter of the best magical artifacts has been exposed, Zhang Ye didn't hide it. The whole morning passed, and several of the best magical weapons were refined. The thunderclouds rolled, and the great elders came and went. I was tired of seeing them behind and felt the best. The magic weapon crossing the robbery is just like this, so it won't come.

　　 It's just that the great elder gave Zhang Ye a jade slip. If there is any danger, crush the jade slip and he will come to help.

　　 After all, Zhang Ye helped the Lingtai Sect so much in the enchantment of Shenbing, and he completely offended the Blood God Sect to death. He must be listed as a key protection object. Even if Elder Wu from Lingtai Town takes care of it, it is far from enough.

　　 "Ding Dong, the experience value is full, congratulations to the host for increasing the forging level..."

　　"The current attributes are as follows

　　Name: Zhang Ye

　　 repair for: late foundation construction

　　Forging level: 4

　　Forging skills: Flying Sword Specialization (Magic Tool), Knife Specialization (Magic Tool)

　　Experience value: 0/5000"

　　 "In order to reward forging the level up, obtain a special ability-sword and sword development."

　　 A series of broadcasts made Zhang Yetou dizzy, but he was shocked when he heard that he had special abilities, and he quickly asked, "System, what is the sword Yanwu?"

　　 The special ability that he obtained the hidden cultivation base last time is especially applicable. Even the ancestor of Yuan Ying can't see it. This sword is probably not ordinary.

　　 "As the **** of forging in the future, no one knows the magic weapon better than you, evolving martial arts, that is, the host can derive martial arts through the sword and magic weapon forged by himself." After the introduction of the system, Zhang Yeshuang could get goose bumps all over.

　　 Zhang Ye's cultivation base can be directly improved by the system, there is no bottleneck, but there is a shortcoming, he has not learned any magic and martial arts, if the same realm is matched, Zhang Ye will suffer.

　　I never thought that this special ability rewarded by the system completely made up for this defect. As long as Zhang Ye's sword forged himself, he could learn a sword or a sword technique. Isn't that invincible?

　　 is like in the magical enchantment, some magic weapons have inheritance, which is the most suitable method for the use of the magic weapons, and Zhang Ye can create inheritance by himself.

　　 Zhang Ye hurriedly drew the local tyrant sword. This was the only magic weapon he had built by himself, but it was a pity that it was broken yesterday, and there was no time to repair it.

　　 Zhang Ye fiddled with it for a while and asked: "System, why can't I understand the swordsmanship?"

　　 "Only a good flying sword can derive martial arts." The system prompted.

When Zhang Ye heard this, his face was painful. The reason why he didn't repair the local tyrant sword in time was because he had to pay ten high-grade spirit stones for repairing the sword. Uh, except for the 10% of the income he earned, he also had to pay nine high-grade spirits. Shi, how distressed.

　　 But in order to derive a sword technique, Zhang Ye decided to pay for the repair of the local tyrant sword, but at this moment, Xiao En came to the shop with a broom and said, "Zhang Ye, I'm hungry."

　　 Zhang Ye is a workaholic, but he didn’t notice that it was already noon, but he decided to repair the local tyrant sword first. Then he said, “Xiaoen, wait for me for a while, I’ll cook for you right away.”

　　 "Zhang Ye, people work hard, and slept with you last night, but you didn't let me eat?" Xiao En was so angry that he smashed the broom on the ground.

　　 "Fuck it!" Zhang Ye trembled, seeing the monks look weird, and quickly explained, "Xiaoen was afraid of sleeping alone, plus there was thunder last night..."

　　 "Boss Zhang, we understand!" The monks nodded seriously.

　　 Zhang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, just understand.

　　 But then, a monk shouted: "If anyone tells Boss Zhang about the fifteen-year-old girl who slept, I will kill him first!"

　　 "Count me!"

　　 Zhang Ye has a black line on his face, knows your mother...

　　 Zhang Ye was afraid of getting darker and darker, and drove the customers out of the shop and closed the business.

　　 Zhang Ye glanced at Xiao En, didn't say anything, went to the kitchen to cook with a dark face, and didn't say anything in the middle.

　　 Xiaoen has a stubborn personality, but Zhang Ye gets really hot, she is still quite scared: "Zhang Ye, did I say something wrong?"

　　 Zhang Ye brought the cooked food to the table, and she couldn't bear to scold her because of her cute appearance, but she said displeasedly: "Xiaoen, you don't have memory loss at all, right?"

　　 Sometimes, Xiaoen was so sophisticated and naughty that Zhang Ye played around; other times, his emotional intelligence was pitifully low, as if he had forgotten something selectively, leaving Zhang Ye speechless.

　　 Xiaoen puffed up her cheeks: "I really amnesia."

　　 "Okay, eat quickly, when will you recover your memory, when will you get out!" Zhang Ye didn't actually hate Xiaoen, he just thought it was troublesome and said violently.

　　 Xiaoen picked up the bowl and chopsticks and was about to start eating. Hearing this, he suddenly put it down again, tears dripping on the table, and sobbing.

　　 "Hey, what are you doing?" Zhang Ye couldn't see girls cry, especially such beautiful girls.

　　 "I want to hungry myself!" Xiaoen wiped away tears~www.ltnovel.com~ The meal is ready, why are you hungry? "Zhang Ye was puzzled.

　　 "Because I made you angry, I want to punish myself." Xiaoen swallowed, with a firm look on his face.

　　 "Uh..." Zhang Ye was originally angry, but now he has become cute, Zhang Ye hesitated for a moment, and said warmly, "Okay, I'm not angry anymore."

　　 "Really?" Xiao En looked at Zhang Ye watery.

　　 "Really." Zhang Ye also sat down, and gave Xiao En a chopstick dish, "Hurry up, it's cold and my stomach hurts."

　　 "Oh!" Seeing Zhang Ye didn't seem to be angry anymore, Xiao En picked up the dishes and gobbled it up.

　　 When Zhang Ye saw this scene, he also moved his index finger, filled himself with a bowl of rice, and asked, "Is the food I cooked delicious?"

　　 "It's delicious." Xiao En said vaguely, "Zhang Ye, if I regain my memory someday, I will definitely remember the food you cooked."

　　 "Oh, don't you remember me?" Zhang Ye joked.

　　 "It depends on the mood." Xiaoen smiled and learned Zhang Ye's mantra.

　　 Zhang Ye watched this scene, and couldn't help thinking in his heart, if one day Xiaoen recovers his memory and really leaves, he will be reluctant to bear her, right?

　　 "By the way, Zhang Ye, why didn't Sister Ling'er come to work?" These days, Xiao En and Han Ling'er got together and were closer than their sisters.

　　 "She went back to the Lingtai Sect to retreat and will be back after a while." Zhang Ye replied casually.

The three characters 　　Lingtaizong were like a heavy hammer hitting Xiaoen's body, and her aura suddenly changed.

　　 Zhang Ye looked at Xiao En, as if there was something different, and asked, "What's wrong?"

　　 "No..." Xiao En hesitated for a moment, her face was a little red, holding a bowl, eating bite by bite, but her eyes flashed with stars.