The Magical Blacksmith

"The blacksmith's shop for repairing flying swords?" Brother Mozi showed distress, "Senior brother and sister, if you want to buy flying swords, I can introduce a few magic weapon shops..."

"But for the blacksmith industry, since the last war between the two regions, there have been no craftsmen in the Eastern Region, let alone a blacksmith shop that can repair flying swords. In Lingtai Town, there is not even a normal blacksmith shop..."

After listening to Brother Mozi's introduction, Han Ling'er looked at the flying sword in his hand with a sad expression, and Duguce said comfortingly: "Junior Sister, you also heard that the blacksmith shops are closed now, isn't it just a flying sword that is a low-grade magic weapon?" , senior brother will take you to the magic weapon shop to buy a new one!"

Han Ling'er shook her head: "You don't need senior brother, although the Feihong sword is only a low-grade magic weapon, it was a gift from my mother when I first practiced. No matter how good the flying sword is, it is not as significant as it!"

Seeing this, Dugu Ce felt distressed, and angrily grabbed Brother Mozi's collar: "In such a big Lingtai town, is there really no blacksmith shop that is open?"

Brother Mozi was so frightened that he really remembered something: "Senior brother, calm down, I remembered that a blacksmith shop just opened, but I don't know if it can repair the flying sword..."

Although Zhang Ye's business has started, he is very annoyed because there are all kinds of customers coming to the door, some want to order anti-theft nets, and some want to sharpen scissors and kitchen knives...

How could this be unreasonable, as the god of forging in the future, how could he do such unskilled work? Of course, this is just an excuse for Zhang Ye’s incompetence. In the end, after thinking about it, he put up a notice board at the door: “Repair the flying sword (only for low-grade magical artifacts), one hundred low-grade spirit stones per case, because I’m in a bad mood. No other business will be accepted.”

In this way, the shop was much cleaner, but the craftsmen in Lingtai Town were scarce, and the customers refused to leave, still pointing outside the shop: "Isn't it just a blacksmith's shop, why do you need to be so arrogant?"

"It's a fool who spends such an expensive price to repair the flying sword, why not buy a new one!"

"You didn't even take my work on the anti-theft network, I just wait for you to close the door!"

...

Of course, a few cultivators came in with flying swords: "Boss, can you see if my flying sword can be repaired? Also, can the price be cheaper?"

Or: "Boss, you see how beautiful I am, why don't you help me repair a flying sword with twenty low-grade spirit stones?"

In Zhang Ye's current poor state, he wished he could pick it up if he had money, but the price was fixed by the system, so he had no choice but to refuse: "You are really beautiful, you can have a cup of tea with me after get off work, but you can't give it to me. You get a discount."

The more polite monk said bitterly: "You wait for me!"

The impolite monk directly drew out the flying sword and put it on Zhang Ye's neck to threaten him.

"As the future god of forging, how can you admit that? If you don't accept it, you will do it!" The system ding-dong.

Zhang Ye was overjoyed: "Will you protect me?" After all, Zhang Ye was just a mortal, how could he compete with a monk?

"The host needs to be self-reliant, and can't rely on the system for everything." The system was completely wiped out.

This is not to die! However, Zhang Ye had an idea, and lightly wrote to the monk who threatened him: "This is the place under the jurisdiction of the Lingtai Sect. If you kill me, the Lingtai Sect will kill you. If you exchange a monk's life with a mortal, you will not lose money!"

In Lingtai Town, the Jindan Da Neng of Lingtai Sect sits in the town to maintain order.

Hearing about Lingtai Sect, the sword-drawing cultivator was terrified, and shouted: "If you have the ability, don't leave Lingtai Town!" Then, he left angrily.

Zhang Ye heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that this way was feasible, and he was a lot more courageous. He didn't bother to bargain with these people anymore, so he added a sentence at the end of the sign: "There is no small hook in bargaining."

Seeing this scene, the guests who had been turned away before couldn't bear it any longer and cursed loudly, the door of the blacksmith's shop was wet with saliva.

After a while, Zhang Ye walked out of the blacksmith's shop with a ponytail in his hand. The guests thought that their scolding had worked, and even spouted energetically, but Zhang Ye's next scene surprised everyone.

Zhang Ye sat at the side door calmly, and before everyone could react what he was going to do, Zhang Ye took out a bag of melon seeds from his arms, knocked them, and nodded from time to time, as if it had nothing to do with him, and concentrated on watching the show .

"I have lived for hundreds of years, and I have never seen such a brazen person!" A few elderly practitioners were so angry that they were about to have a heart attack, clutching their chests, out of breath.

There were even a few people who gritted their teeth with hatred and said harsh words: "Ironsmiths, the old man is guarding outside Lingtai Town!"

"Bullshit, my 18-meter broadsword is already hungry and thirsty!"

Zhang Ye really didn't intend to leave Lingtai Town in a short time, and he didn't take these threats to heart at all.

At this moment, a male voice rang out: "What are you doing here, get out of the way!"

A man escorted a beautiful girl and squeezed to the front. The people who came were Dugu Ce and Han Linger, inner disciples of Lingtai Sect.

Everyone saw that the two were wearing blue clothes, and they were also monks in the Foundation Establishment period. They understood that the person who came was an inner disciple of Lingtai Sect, and moved out of the way in awe.

"Brother, Feijian can really be repaired here!" Han Ling'er saw the notice board at the door at a glance, and said excitedly.

Dugu Ce also saw the notice board, and the more he looked behind it, the more gloomy his face became.

"Fairy, don't be fooled by this blacksmith shop. If you want to repair the flying sword, you might as well buy a new one!"

"The Lingtai Sect should take care of these profiteers!"

Everyone was chattering, wishing that the inner disciple of Lingtai Sect could kill this blacksmith shop with a sword.

If it was other customers, Zhang Ye didn't have to worry about it, but the person who came was an inner disciple of the Lingtai Sect with terrifying power. He hesitated for a moment, then got up and said, "I clearly marked the price, why am I a profiteer?"

"You charge a hundred low-grade spirit stones for repairing the Broken Flying Sword. Isn't that a profiteer?" Everyone was angry.

"You don't have to fix it?" Zhang Ye snapped back with one sentence, and a group of people jumped their feet in anger. That's right, they didn't force you to fix it!

"Even if I break the flying sword and buy a new one, I won't come to you to repair the sword!" People yelled, and there was only one blacksmith shop that was still open in Lingtai Town, which was clearly a robbery.

"Yes, whoever spends a hundred spirit stones is an idiot!" Someone even shouted.

"That... Boss, see if my flying sword can be repaired. One hundred low-grade spirit stones is not a problem." Han Linger suddenly stepped forward and handed the flying sword in his hand to Zhang Ye.

The eyes of those cursing customers from before were wide open, what the hell, is there really someone who is willing to spend a hundred spirit stones to repair a flying sword? The most important thing is that this little girl belongs to the Lingtai Sect, and the customers who scolded people as idiots are like falling into the ice cellar. Doesn't this offend her inner disciples to death?

The inner disciples of the Lingtai Sect represent the face of the Lingtai Sect, and they are definitely not something that this group of casual cultivators can blaspheme. Those who said something wrong before knelt down as soon as their feet softened, and slapped themselves: "Shangxian, please forgive me!" , I'm not scolding you, I'm just scolding idiots for coming to this blacksmith shop to spend!"

"No, no, it's not scolding the blacksmith shop, it's scolding myself, I'm an idiot!"

A group of people were so regretful that their intestines were green, and they explained incoherently.

Dugu Ce also knew that these people did not dare to scold Junior Sister, it was an unintentional mistake, but he still said murderously: "Get out, don't let me see you again!"

"Thank you, Shangxian, for your life!" A group of casual cultivators stumbled, scrambled and disappeared on the street, but they hated this blacksmith's shop again.

Zhang Ye stared at the girl in front of him, she was full of immortality and kindness, and she was willing to spend a hundred low-grade spirit stones, so she was a customer, Zhang Ye nodded, ready to reach out to take the flying sword.

But Zhang Ye took nothing, and Dugu Ce grabbed the flying sword in his hand. He gave Zhang Ye a fierce look, and then said to Han Linger: "Junior Sister, this blacksmith is just a mortal, how can he repair magical artifacts, don't let him broken!"

Being looked down upon by others, Zhang Ye was not angry. After all, his handsome and suave appearance (1,000 words omitted here) did not look like a blacksmith, because the system stipulated that he could not take the initiative to solicit customers, and Zhang Ye himself He also couldn't understand Dugu Ce's domineering appearance, so he decided not to do this business, so he said, "I'm very busy, think about it before you come to me." Zhang Ye turned and went back to the shop.

Dugu Ce almost cursed, you are so busy! But Han Ling'er gritted her teeth, snatched Feijian from Dugu Ce's hand, and said angrily: "Brother, if you make trouble again, I will ignore you!"

After finishing speaking, Han Linger chased after Zhang Ye. Dugu Ce had anger in his eyes, but he endured it and followed the shop.

"Boss, don't take offense. Although my senior brother speaks harshly, he is not bad in nature. Please help me see if this flying sword can be repaired." Han Linger raised the sword flat with a smile on her face.

Zhang Yebai glanced at Dugu Ce next to him, and seeing that he didn't dare to grab the sword again, he nodded and pulled out the flying sword from the scabbard.

Seeing Zhang Ye sizing up Feijian carefully, Dugu Ce sneered, "You're a mere mortal, can you still understand this sword?"

"Well, good sword (cheap)..." Zhang Ye raised his head, glanced at Dugu Ce, and sighed.

"You!" Dugu Ce heard Zhang Ye's sarcasm, put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and was about to kill someone, but seeing the reproachful eyes of his junior sister, he didn't dare to be presumptuous, so he said in a deep voice, "Since you said yes Good sword, then tell me what is so good about this sword, as a craftsman who can restore low-grade magical artifacts, if you don't have this vision, it can only show that you are a liar, and then don't blame me for being cruel!"

Although Han Ling'er was a little displeased with the brother's statement, she was also a little curious. The Feihong sword did not show any damage on the outside, and I wonder if the owner of the blacksmith can see the clue?

The system ding-dong, Zhang Ye had a faint smile on his mouth, and said like a treasure: "The sword is three feet long and three feet long, weighs about three catties and three taels, and two fingers wide. A lady's sword is made of refined iron two catties and black iron four pounds. Two, goblin three coins and other materials are made..."

As soon as Zhang Ye said it, Dugu Ce and Han Linger were stunned on the spot. If Zhang Ye had only mentioned the external specifications of the Feijian, they would not be so surprised, but the key point is that, after just a glance, they reported all the casting materials. It came out, and it was exactly right!

Even those master swordsmiths who have been famous for a long time, it is absolutely impossible to analyze it so thoroughly at a glance!

Before Han Linger recovered from the shock, Dugu Ce was a little unconvinced, and said coldly: "Even if you know the basic composition of this flying sword, can you see where it is damaged?"

The magic weapon, as the name suggests, has mysterious power. Although the flying sword looks intact, there is a problem with the magic circle burned inside the flying sword. Only when a monk injects spiritual power can he know what the problem is, so Dugu is determined. As a mortal, Zhang Ye can never see this clue.