The Magical Blacksmith

In the martial arts arena of the Lingtai Sect, Tang Tang used the Xuanhuo Sword, which had been promoted to a middle-grade magic weapon, to fight Han Linger. Because of their equal strength, the battle was a draw again this time.

Han Ling'er put away the sword, and said with a smile: "Tang Tang, after the Xuanhuo Sword has been promoted to a middle-grade magic weapon, its power is really impressive!"

"That's needless to say? When I become proficient, I will definitely defeat your Feihong sword!" Tang Tang said triumphantly.

Han Linger was noncommittal, but suddenly remembered something, and asked, "By the way, Tang Tang, I heard that you went to the blacksmith shop twice, and Zhang Ye helped you refine it. Why?"

"Hmph, I'm getting angry just talking about this!" Tang Tang vomited bitterly, "The first time he went there, he said that he only refined one flying sword a day, so we had such a large group of people, so we had to go again the next day. "

"Also, this Boss Zhang is too hateful. He took ten middle-grade spirit stones and ruined my family. He also asked me for a treasure. He is really an iron rooster. Every mouthful is full of blood and tears... "Tang Tang was satisfied with Zhang Ye's forging skills, but he was angry with Zhang Ye's charges. Anyway, he deliberately discredited Zhang Ye in front of his friends, so he could vent his anger.

As for the treasure that Tang Tang mentioned, it was nothing more than a tattered tortoise shell that she could not see the value of, but this did not prevent her from bragging, well, in my mother's heart, it was a treasure!

Han Ling'er on the side heard this, her heart throbbed again, she thought of refining it by herself, because she didn't have enough spirit stones, so she took Zhang Fuzhuan and used it together, and Zhang Ye also used the sky crystal, which was much more valuable than the fee, to give Feihong The sword was refined, and there was no difficulty in the whole process. As expected, I was treated specially by Zhang Ye!

Han Ling'er's face is a little hot, what should I do, he is so kind to me, should I accept him? No, no, that iron cock didn't say he likes me...

Listening to Han Linger's broken thoughts, Tang Tang looked confused and asked in confusion: "Beauty Han, what are you talking about, Iron Rooster likes you?"

Han Ling'er was startled, blushed to the neck, and said angrily: "Bad Tang Tang!" Without looking back after speaking, she disappeared into the martial arts arena driving the flying sword.

Tangtang watched Han Linger go away, was startled for a long time, and suddenly sighed: "Damn it, what a crime..."

Zhang Ye was taking a lunch break in the blacksmith shop, and for no reason a sneeze woke him up, did he catch a cold? No, this seat is a monk in the late stage of Qi refining, how could he catch a cold? Well, someone must have a crush on me behind my back, yes, it must be so!

Satisfied, Zhang Ye turned over and continued to snore and take a nap.

As time passed day by day, the news that Zhang Ye was able to refine a low-grade magic weapon into a middle-grade magic weapon spread like a plague. Not only did it spread in Lingtai Sect, but even the casual practitioners in Lingtai Town heard about it.

Before dawn, there must have been a group of people waiting outside Zhang Ye's blacksmith shop for a long time. As soon as the door opened, people flocked in and took out flying swords and spirit stones: "Boss Zhang, please refine! Please knock down! Please monthly pass!"

What is a monthly pass? Zhang Ye couldn't figure it out, but looking at this group of crazy monks, they were like the concubines in the harem impatiently waiting for the emperor's favor, hungry and resentful, Zhang Ye's entanglement, it's not good to turn anyone's brand.

There was a thin little monk who couldn't make it to the front, and cried out from behind the crowd: "Boss Zhang, this is my third day here!"

The little Zhang Ye had a little impression, as if he had indeed been here many times, so he stretched out his hand and said, "Whoever is inside, it's you!"

The little man seemed to have won a big prize: "It's me, Boss Zhang said it was me, haha..."

People sighed and looked enviously at the little man, while the little man howled and squeezed away from the crowd. After handing the flying sword and spirit stone into Zhang Ye's hands, he was so excited that he was incoherent: "Thank you, Boss Zhang, thank you to my parents!" , thank you for the awe-inspiring righteousness of this world..."

Satisfied, Zhang Ye collected the spirit stone, took the flying sword and prepared to go to the back hall to refine it. As for the other monks who were not selected by Zhang Ye, they still refused to leave. It is also a rare thing, even, never tire of it.

However, at this moment, an indifferent voice sounded: "Wait a minute."

According to the reputation, there was such a handsome young man in white clothes, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a sword hanging from his waist. As soon as he appeared, those female monks couldn't help screaming.

Although the young man in white didn't wear the costume of Lingtai Sect, many people recognized him.

"This is... Li Xingchen, the number one inner sect of the Lingtai Sect, the star swordsman!" the casual cultivators shouted in shock.

"Peak of Foundation Establishment, half-step Golden Core, the Li Xingchen who once beheaded the Golden Core Beastmaster with a single sword?"

"That's right, it's him!"

As for the disciples of Lingtai Sect, they all bowed their heads and saluted respectfully: "Senior brother!"

It seemed that a very important person had come. While Zhang Ye was staring at Li Xingchen, Li Xingchen was also sizing him up.

Li Xingchen looked indifferently with contempt for the common people in the world, and looked at Zhang Ye for a moment, Li Xingchen said, "Are you the blacksmith who can refine low-grade magic weapons into middle-grade magic weapons?"

Those monks who came to the blacksmith's shop, who met Zhang Ye, would not respectfully call him Boss Zhang or Master Zhang, but Li Xingchen's tone was disdainful, and he called the blacksmith directly.

Although Zhang Ye's identity is indeed a blacksmith, he is not an ordinary blacksmith, and Li Xingchen's name offends people, and the atmosphere suddenly becomes awkward. Whether he is a casual cultivator or a disciple of Lingtai Sect, his brows are all frowned.

But Zhang Ye didn't pay much attention to it. After all, he was indeed a blacksmith. He nodded, "It should be me."

Although these words are very common, everyone is smiling, yes, yes, no, no, what should be? Everyone found Boss Zhang's answer interesting, and the awkward atmosphere dissipated a lot.

Li Xingchen's expression was neither sad nor happy, and he took out a flying sword from the Qiankun bag: "Oh, then you refine this sword for me, hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

Li Xingchen's words were lukewarm, but everyone could feel that Li Xingchen had the feeling that it was an honor for you to practice the flying sword for you.

Li Xingchen's arrogance was backed by corresponding strength, so he was noncommittal, but everyone felt nervous, because everyone knew that Zhang Ye only refined one flying sword every day, without exception.

If Li Xingchen had come one step earlier, everyone would not have dared to compete with him for the spot, but the key point is that just a few breaths ago, Zhang Ye had already accepted the order, so what should we do now? Could it be that Zhang Ye wanted to reject the famous star swordsman? However, those who disobeyed Li Xingchen in the past are all dead...

Just when everyone was sweating for Zhang Ye, Zhang Ye seemed very relaxed: "Oh, hurry up tomorrow."

Fuck, a group of people gasped and slandered, I said Zhang Da, we know that you are very principled, but this is a star swordsman, even if you only refine one flying sword every day, can you be tactful? point? Just say it early tomorrow, don't offend the star swordsman to death!

There was sullenness in Li Xingchen's eyes, but he still maintained an indifferent and calm posture. He cast his eyes on the sword in Zhang Ye's hand, and said coldly, "Whose sword is it?"

The little man trembled all over and sweated profusely. He gritted his teeth, knowing what Li Xingchen meant, and walked up to Zhang Ye: "Boss Zhang, I won't practice swords today."

Zhang Ye looked at the grievance on the little man's face, then at the domineering Li Xingchen, and said with a smile, "The money that has been in my pocket has never been taken out again."

Hearing Zhang Ye's words, everyone sighed that they really were iron cocks, but this moment was not a derogatory term. They knew that the little man succumbed to Li Xingchen's coercion and was about to cancel the order, and Zhang Ye used this method to indirectly protect the little man. vested interests.

The most touching thing was the little man, with a sore nose, and almost cried, saying that Boss Zhang was unreasonable. Only at this moment did he realize that Boss Zhang is the real kind-hearted person, much better than some bullshit fellows!

"Boss Zhang, I don't want the money anymore. Please return the sword to me." The little man knew that Zhang Ye was doing it for his own good, but he knew how to repay his kindness. Zhang Ye's words were enough, and he didn't want to hurt Zhang Ye, so I would rather not have money, but cancel the order.

"Do you think my place is a black shop? There is no one who takes money and does nothing. Don't worry, you can finish it in half an hour." Zhang Ye patted the little man on the shoulder, turned around and walked to the backstage.

Everyone in the shop was moved by Zhang Ye's integrity. Even in the face of power, he still insisted on his principles. What a courage!

The little man was helpless, and looked at Li Xingchen with fearful eyes, and the anger in Li Xingchen's eyes seemed to be real. He hesitated for a moment, and threw a universe bag at Zhang Ye. Because of the speed, Zhang Ye couldn't dodge it, and the back of the head was hit .

"Isn't it just money? There are twenty middle-grade spirit stones in it, double the price, let me refine the sword." Li Xingchen said arrogantly.

Everyone understood that Li Xingchen was humiliating him, and they felt annoyed for Zhang Ye, but there was nothing they could do about it, because Li Xingchen was so powerful, like a high mountain, they didn't dare to surpass him in the slightest.

Zhang Ye turned around slowly, looked at the Qiankun bag that fell on the ground, then looked at Li Xingchen again, and shook his head: "No matter how much money you have, you can't break the rules."

"Oh, then I'll try it!" Li Xingchen sneered, took out one universe bag after another, and smashed it on Zhang Ye's body. Although it didn't hurt or itch, it was an extreme insult.

After smashing four or five sacks, Li Xingchen saw that Zhang Ye was still indifferent, and took out a red spar. Everyone gasped. Although they hated Li Xingchen's behavior, they still exclaimed: "High-grade spirit stone!"

Li Xingchen likes the appearance of these miscellaneous fish who have never seen the world. A smug smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and then he stared straight at Zhang Ye: "Rules are meant to be broken, give me a sword, and I will reward you." of."

Li Xingchen used a bit of the power of the foundation building peak, and the top-grade spirit stone was shot at Zhang Ye like a cannonball. Zhang Ye was only in the late stage of Qi refining, and he was a big gap away. How could he avoid it? The spirit stone hit Zhang Ye directly. He took two steps back to stabilize his body, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Boss Zhang!" Everyone screamed, but they didn't dare to intervene.