The Magical Blacksmith

Zhang Ye tempered the sword embryo, and the flying sword gradually took shape. It could be seen that it was a common style of Han sword.

Seeing this scene, the monks shook their heads again and again, their eyes filled with disappointment. They communicated with their spiritual thoughts: "The Han sword is quite satisfactory, but the power it emits is undoubtedly a low-grade magic weapon."

"It's a waste, the dignified Yanhuang Gold, but it only ends up with a low-grade magic weapon, what a waste of heaven and earth!"

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The monks were heartbroken, thinking that even a layman like himself could use Yanhuang gold to forge a better magic weapon. For a moment, their eyes were full of resentment when they looked at Zhang Ye.

But Zhang Ye's tempering didn't stop, he didn't rush or slow down, just like a puppet, swinging the hammer mechanically.

"What the fuck, go back to the furnace and rebuild it, maybe you can save some Yanhuang gold..." A monk couldn't bear it any longer, and angrily scolded.

"That's right, Boss Zhang, stop practicing!"

The monks couldn't help it, and started to make a noise. Han Linger frowned. Although she also found that the quality of Zhang Ye's sword was mediocre, she agreed to help Zhang Ye protect the law. Han Linger reprimanded: "Shut up, don't disturb Zhang Yelianjian!"

The monks hesitated to speak, and finally a few monks who felt that they had a good relationship with Han Linger stood up and said: "Senior Sister Han, you have a good relationship with Boss Zhang, please persuade him, go back to the stove and rebuild, don't be ashamed..."

"Yeah, Yanhuang gold can't be wasted like this!"

Han Linger's face was cold: "I said, don't disturb Zhang Yelianjian, don't let me say it a third time!"

Everyone was helpless, shook their heads and sighed, wasting Yanhuang gold was more uncomfortable than killing them.

Zhang Ye turned a deaf ear to the monks' conversation, and only concentrated on refining the sword. After a while, the sword body was completed, three feet and three feet.

But at this moment, a kind of throbbing spread out from the sword body like a heartbeat, and the hearts of all the people present were beating in unison with this rhythm.

The monks who were sighing and sighing suddenly froze, and looked at the Han sword that Zhang Ye was still forging in disbelief, as if being hit hard.

"Everyone, I don't know if I have misread it. How do I feel that this sword has the power of a middle-grade magic weapon?"

"That's right, this sword has entered the threshold of a middle-grade magic weapon. Boss Zhang's forging technology really didn't disappoint me!"

"Old Wang, just a second ago you said you were extremely disappointed!"

A group of monks communicated with their spiritual thoughts, their faces were a little hot. Before, they despised Zhang Ye for only forging a low-grade magic weapon, and asked Zhang Ye to stop making swords. But now the flying sword has become a middle-grade one. They slapped hard.

Han Linger looked proud, Zhang Ye had never let her down.

"Although the medium-grade magic weapon is still not worth the price of Yanhuang gold, it is enough!"

"No, the power of this sword is still rising!"

The cultivators were stunned suddenly, and Han Jian's momentum rose sharply under Zhang Ye's tempering. Could it be that Feijian's rank is not limited to middle-grade magic weapon?

The monks had learned from the past, and they no longer dared to jump to conclusions. They held their breath and focused on Zhang Ye's sword strike.

However, at this moment, a ripple appeared in the blacksmith shop, and an old man appeared out of thin air. Everyone was slightly surprised, why did Elder Wu, who guards Lingtai Town, come here? Could it be that he was attracted by Zhang Ye's refining sword?

But before everyone recovered, an older man in white clothes and long beard appeared in the blacksmith shop out of thin air. Everyone was dumbfounded, even Elder Wu. An invisible force lifted everyone up. The old man in white smiled, made a silent gesture to everyone, and then stared at Zhang Yelianjian intently.

The monks didn't dare to speak out, but their spiritual thoughts exploded: "Oh my God, I thought that Elder Wu was alarmed so badly. I didn't expect the Great Elder to come in person. I'm crazy!"

"Could it be that Zhang Ye really wants to create a peerless weapon?"

Han Ling'er is full of enthusiasm. You must know that the Great Elder is not an ordinary deacon elder. For example, Elder Wu who guards Lingtai Town or Elder Ouyang who guards the Duobao Hall. , that is a veteran figure, the actual manager of the sect, and his status is second only to the suzerain.

In addition to their high status, their cultivation bases are also frighteningly high. They are all Yuanying Patriarchs who have practiced for thousands of years!

The Great Elder hadn't shown up for many years. Some people said that he was in a death pass, and he would not leave the pass unless he broke through the Void Refining Realm, but Zhang Yelian made the Great Elder come down in person.

The pride in Han Linger's heart, you look down on Zhang Ye, thinking that he can't make a peerless magic weapon, but unexpectedly, the Great Elder was startled by the flying sword he made!

Zhang Ye was so concentrated that he didn't notice the changes in the blacksmith shop, and continued to temper the flying sword. When the hilt was finished, the Han sword gave off a heartbeat-like throbbing again, and all the monks were stunned.

Immediately, divine thoughts intertwined into a network: "Ah, what did I see, a high-grade magic weapon?"

"To see the birth of a high-grade magic weapon with my own eyes, it's worth it for me to be blind!"

"My mother!"

"Old Wang, your mother died long ago..."

The monks seemed to be insane. Their spiritual thoughts set off a hurricane, which made the blacksmith shop humming. The elder also recovered from his surprise, stretched out his hand and pressed it, and the hurricane dissipated.

Zhang Ye stopped the tempering and looked at the basically formed flying sword. Now there was only one last process, quenching.

Quenching is the last link in the sword refining process, and it is also the most deadly link. If it is well tempered, the quality of the flying sword will increase, but if it is not well tempered, it may fall short.

The Great Elder looked at the quenching pool, and suddenly frowned. Because the five-color divine liquid in the quenching pool was camouflaged by the system, in the eyes of the Great Elder, it was just a tank of ordinary water, even a little turbid...

How could a high-grade magic weapon be quenched with such a low-quality water source? Seeing that Zhang Ye was about to quench it with the re-calcined flying sword, the Great Elder immediately stopped him: "Wait a minute, little friend."

Zhang Ye raised his head when he heard the voice. There were many people in the blacksmith shop. He frowned. Who is this old man? Didn't you tell me not to make any noise when I was refining my sword?

Fearing that Zhang Ye might say something wrong, Han Ling'er hurriedly reminded, "Zhang Ye, this is the Great Elder of our Lingtai Sect."

Great Elder? Zhang Ye was displeased, can you interrupt my sword practice because of your high status?

The Great Elder saw Zhang Ye's dissatisfaction, and quickly said: "The old man has no other intentions. I just saw that your quenching water is not satisfactory. I traveled around in the early years and harvested some rootless fairy water. Why don't I give it to my little friend?" , to quench the sword."

Rootless fairy water? It was a treasure of heaven and earth that was not much inferior to Yanhuang Gold, and it contained abundant spiritual energy. If you took a drop, it could be worth several months of practice.

The monks heard that they were envious. The Great Elder gave such a good thing to an outsider. It’s fine to give it away. The key is not for people to eat it, but to quench the flying sword...

The monks felt that their hearts were bleeding. Having said that, witnessing the birth of the peerless magic weapon was originally a very enjoyable thing, but why did they feel uncomfortable all the way?

After the Great Elder finished speaking, without waiting for Zhang Ye's consent, he slowly flew a small white jade bottle towards Zhang Ye.

The Rootless Immortal Water that everyone is envious of, in Zhang Ye's heart, there is only one question, what kind of rubbish is that?

Zhang Ye sneered and shook his head. He didn't take the white jade vial that flew over at all, but felt that if he didn't temper it, the heat of the flying sword would be over, so he directly threw the flying sword into the quenching pool.

"Damn it!" the monks exclaimed, the great elder kindly sent you a treasure such as rootless fairy water to quench it. Toss Qi's sword into the water of the stinky ditch, it's too fucking bad.

The cultivators couldn't find an adjective to describe this top-quality Boss Zhang, a majestic top-grade magic weapon, tempered in the water of the stinking ditch, and it fell short!

The monks beat their feet and chests, and even the elder felt a little distressed. Looking at the stinky water in the quenching pool, he felt very uncomfortable.

The Great Elder sighed, although the high-grade magic weapon was very rare, but for a person of his level, he would not be unable to let it go. He flicked his sleeves, and prepared to return to the sect in disappointment and continue to retreat.

But at this moment, a familiar throbbing was emanating from the quenching pool, and everyone shuddered, as if facing an ancient monster, which made people tremble with fear!

The momentum of the sword in the quenching pool rose again, and the monks exclaimed: "Could it be that this is to be promoted to a spiritual weapon?"

Because they witnessed that Feijian was promoted from low rank to middle rank, and then from middle rank to high rank, so they came up with such a strange idea.

The Great Elder stopped his body and practiced for thousands of years. The heart of Ben Gujing Wubo became violent at this moment, and his eyes were full of surprise and even a little fear.

The Great Elder murmured: "This is impossible!"

"Elder, what is impossible?" the monks asked quickly.

But before the Great Elder continued to explain, Zhang Ye reached out and took out the flying sword that he forged. The dazzling golden light made everyone close their eyes involuntarily.

Apart from the Great Elder who was able to look directly at the dazzling light, even Elder Wu's eyes were pierced to the point of tears...

In the eyes of the Great Elder, there was only the appearance of the sword, and that sword turned into a golden crow, flapping its wings in Zhang Ye's hand. The Great Elder's throat seemed to be choked, and his voice was hoarse again. Voice: "How is this possible!"

The Great Elder's words changed from impossible to impossible, indicating that what he guessed has become a fact.

But immediately, the Great Elder thought of something, flicked his finger, and a beam of light flew towards Zhang Ye's sword, and the golden light gradually dissipated.

Feeling the change of the flying sword in his hand, Zhang Ye glared at each other, and the Great Elder transmitted his voice to Zhang Ye through his spiritual thoughts: "Little friend, calm down, once the top-grade magic weapon appears in the world, it will be too terrifying, and it will not be a good thing for you, so , I helped you conceal its power."

Zhang Ye was stunned, and he realized that if the highest grade magic weapon appeared in this world, the ancestor Yuanying might not be able to refuse such a temptation and kill people to seize the treasure.

Zhang Ye figured out the key point, and cupped his fists to the First Elder to express his gratitude, otherwise, Zhang Ye's life would be really in danger.

But at this time, thunder was rolling in the sky, and the flying sword in Zhang Ye's hand seemed to be enraged, turning into a golden crow, flying out from the skylight, writhing in the thunderclouds, fighting against the sky and the earth.

The golden light and the thunder light intertwined, and the monks barely opened their eyes, looking at this majestic scene, it was like a pilgrimage.