The Magical Blacksmith

Not long after, a flying sword exuding red light was successfully crafted. This time, it did not attract any strange phenomena from heaven and earth. After all, phoenix blood gold could only be used as a high-grade magical weapon.

Although it is not a top-grade magic weapon, this sword has its own unique temperament.

Zhang Ye brought the flying sword to the front desk. Han Ling'er's eyes were full of stars, because this flying sword was very suitable for women's aesthetics, and she immediately praised: "Zhang Ye, this sword is so beautiful."

"Is it beautiful? I'll let you see." Zhang Ye handed the flying sword to Han Ling'er. Han Ling'er was flattered and took the flying sword to play with, unable to put it down.

Han Ling'er's first feeling was that she only wanted to describe this sword as elegant, because its delicate sword body was like a peerless beauty, lightly wrapped in red makeup, tender as water, and charming with a smile.

But when Han Ling'er injected spiritual power, the sword exuded an aura of nobility and arrogance, just like the ancient empress who dominated all things in the world. With a frown, she could lay down millions of corpses and bleed thousands of miles...

Han Ling'er recovered from the aura of the flying sword, but discovered something again, and said in surprise: "Zhang Ye, why do I feel that this sword is exactly the same as the Feihong sword except for the color and grade."

"Well, I gave it to you specially according to the style of the Feihong Sword." Zhang Ye said it lightly, but as if Han Ling'er was hit hard, she immediately became frightened again, groped up and down, and said pitifully: " Zhang Ye, I...I don’t have that much money..."

Zhang Ye wanted to laugh when he saw her look, and said, "I give it to you for free."

"Given it to me?" Han Ling'er was so happy that she almost fainted, but she bit down and returned the flying sword to Zhang Ye.

"Why, you don't like it?" Zhang Ye was a little surprised, but Han Linger clearly looked like he couldn't put it down.

"I like it, but it's too expensive. I can't take it." Han Ling'er felt that she had received too much care from Zhang Ye. If she took this sword, she would never be able to pay it back in her lifetime.

Zhang Ye thought for a moment and said, "Didn't I say before that if you could get into the top ten of the inner gate, I would give you a gift? This flying sword is the gift I prepared for you. I just gave it to you in advance."

"But... it's really too expensive." Han Ling'er thought at first that Zhang Ye could only give her some gadgets at most. Knowing that it was such an expensive high-grade flying sword, she wouldn't dare agree to it even if she died.

"Han Ling'er!" Zhang Ye pretended to be angry and called her by her name, which frightened Han Ling'er. Zhang Ye deliberately said fiercely, "It's so dangerous in the arena. You don't have a flying sword to take advantage of it. Are you going to die?" ? You are lucky today. You just received a sword on your arm. There is no guarantee that you will receive a sword on the face tomorrow. When you finish the inner sect competition, you will end up with broken arms and legs. I don’t want you to be my employee!"

Han Ling'er burst into tears after being scolded by Zhang Ye. Zhang Ye thought that if she continued talking, she might really cry, so he changed the subject: "Let's just consider the flying sword as something I lent to you. If you can't enter the first ten of the inner gate, , I will take it back.”

Han Ling'er also knew that Zhang Ye was thinking about herself, and since she was talking about it, she couldn't refuse anymore, so she had to take the flying sword, but she still couldn't hold back, tears burst into her eyes.

"Uh, are you crying?" Zhang Ye was frightened and quickly comforted him, "Okay, don't cry. At worst, I won't yell at you anymore."

"No, I'm touched..." Han Ling'er wiped her tears and said softly, "Zhang Ye, why are you so nice to me?"

This pitiful look is really pitiful. It would be a lie to say that Zhang Ye doesn't have a good impression of Han Ling'er. It's just that Zhang Ye didn't dare to admit it. He said evasively: "I am your boss, of course I have to treat you well." !”

"But..." Han Ling'er wanted to say that even the boss couldn't be so kind to his employees.

But Zhang Ye interrupted her: "Don't talk about this yet, let's give Feijian a name!"

Han Ling'er pouted and muttered that he was really a man who didn't know how to be charming.

"What did you say? Am I suffering from epilepsy?" Zhang Ye didn't hear clearly and looked confused.

"I didn't say anything..." Han Ling'er had a dark look on her face. Then she looked at the flying sword in her hand and said to Zhang Ye, "Zhang Ye, you made the flying sword, so you should name it."

"I'm not good at naming. Just look at my local sword." Zhang Ye said honestly and courteously, "If you give me a domineering name, don't be ashamed of my skills."

Han Ling'er couldn't help laughing when she thought of the name of Tuhao Jian. After hesitating for a moment, she suddenly said: "Zhang Ye."

"Well, what do you want me to do?" Zhang Ye asked.

"I didn't call you, I meant that the name of this flying sword is Zhang Ye!" Han Ling'er said with a smile, looking very satisfied.

Zhang Ye was a little confused and said hurriedly: "Phoenix Sword, Tianhuang Sword, etc., which one sounds better than Zhang Ye, why do you use my name."

"No matter what, I just think Zhang Ye sounds nice." Han Ling'er stroked Feijian gently, "Zhang Ye, I want to be friends with you..."

Zhang Ye had a dark look on his face. Now he understood how others felt when he named the local tycoon sword. He really wanted to get over it...

After all, this sword was given to Han Ling'er. She had no choice but to name Zhang Ye like this. However, Zhang Ye suddenly thought of something and had a seal in his hand: "Give me the flying sword."

"Oh." Han Linger didn't know what Zhang Ye was going to do, but she obediently returned the flying sword.

Zhang Ye held the flying sword with some hesitation, and finally sighed and put the seal on the sword.

Han Ling'er understood that this was the blacksmith branding the flying sword. Zhang Ye had never used a seal before repairing or refining it. She was immediately curious: "Zhang Ye, what's the wording on your seal?"

Zhang Ye looked a little weird: "You'll know it just by looking at it."

Han Ling'er took the flying sword and thought that it was simply made by Zhang Ye or produced by Zhang Ye. Unexpectedly, she was stunned as soon as she saw it and asked suspiciously: "Zhang Ye is so handsome?"

"Ahem, don't praise me to my face like that, I'll be proud." Zhang Ye clasped his hands behind his back, held his head high, he is so handsome and has many right and wrongs!

Han Ling'er was speechless, and then she couldn't stop giggling. Feijian's name was Zhang Ye, and the seal he got was "Zhang Ye is so handsome. It's really, really wonderful..."

Soon it was evening, and there was still no business coming to the door today. When Han Ling'er said goodbye and left, the forging system took the initiative and said: "The system reminds that the forged magic weapon, whether it is for personal use or as a gift, needs to be purchased by the host at its own expense, and this system will take it away. Ninety percent profit.”

"Why? I provided the materials and the work myself, and I have to pay for it at my own expense?" Zhang Ye immediately quit the job. The system meant that the flying sword given to Han Ling'er was equivalent to purchasing it at his own expense. The system wanted Take away nine high-grade spiritual stones.

"Any magic weapon forged in the blacksmith shop needs to be handed over to the system with 90% of the profit." The system replied coldly.

There seems to be such a rule, but Zhang Ye was unconvinced and said: "Then why didn't you charge for the top-quality magic weapon I made last time?"

After saying this, Zhang Ye regretted it. Could it be that this was a loophole? All his high-grade spiritual stones have been used up.

"The flying sword last time was within the mission reward range, and there is no need to pay a fee."

Zhang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, the local sword was saved. As for the flying sword given to Han Ling'er, the system did not immediately deduct the nine high-grade spiritual stones. It was not because Zhang Ye had no money now, but because Zhang Ye had said that it was lent to Han Ling'er and would not be officially given to Han Ling'er until Han Ling'er entered the top ten. she.

Therefore, this does not belong to the self-use or gift judged by the system. Zhang Ye immediately thought that our Chinese culture is broad, profound, and has a long history. Borrowing for one day is borrowing, and borrowing for a lifetime is borrowing. It seems that the system is still too young.

However, Zhang Ye did not intend to report this vulnerability. Maybe it would come in handy one day. It would be endless fun to battle the system with wits and courage.

Soon the next day came. Zhang Ye almost tripped over a round thing when he got up. He was shocked and said: "What are you?"

The pangolin burped and stretched out its paws towards Zhang Ye, as if to say, Lord Silver, I am a pangolin...

"Damn it, I thought it was a pig. Aren't you afraid of stretching yourself to death?" Zhang Ye recognized it. It must be this little guy who secretly drank the colorful magic water at night.

The pangolin rolled its eyes at Zhang Ye, moved its bulky body, found a comfortable place, and fell asleep.

Zhang Ye didn't want to worry about this guy anymore and opened the business.

As for Lingtai Sect, Han Ling'er's second round of competition is about to begin.

Tangtang looked at Han Ling'er worriedly and said: "Ling'er, you actually faced Chen Guang in advance. He is also a master who has entered the top ten. You must get the Feihong Sword back!"

Han Linger looked at her father and senior brother in the distance and shook her head: "It's okay."

Han Ling'er has always been like this, neither arguing nor jealous. Tangtang was angry and anxious. Suddenly he thought of something and handed his flying sword to Han Ling'er: "Forget it, I'll lend you my sword."

"No, you have to take part in the competition later." Han Ling'er shook her head and refused.

"I told you to get the flying sword back and you didn't take it. I didn't want to lend you the flying sword. Are you prepared to die?" Tang Tang jumped anxiously.

"Uh..." Han Ling'er knew that Tang Tang also had good intentions, so she said mysteriously, "Tang Tang, I have a secret weapon."

Tangtang thought of something and asked in surprise, "Zhang Ye lent you the local sword, right?"

"That's not true..." Han Ling'er shook her head. Zhang Ye didn't borrow it, but gave it to him as a high-grade flying sword.

But Tangtang misunderstood, and cursed: "That iron cock, I made a special trip to tell him, instead of helping you refine a flying sword, what's wrong with lending you the local sword? It's really nothing!"

"Zhang Ye is not who you said..." Han Ling'er hurriedly explained.

"Han Ling'er, you are so kind!" Tangtang grabbed his hair and said manically, "You're so angry with me."

At this moment, the referee took the roster and read out: "Han Linger, Chen Guang, prepare to compete."

Han Ling'er said to Tangtang: "Okay, let's not talk anymore. You can watch the show later."

"Look at you being beaten all over, right?" Tangtang said angrily. In fact, every arena has a powerful golden elixir to guard against accidents. Although no one will die, injuries will inevitably occur.

Although Tang Tang said this, he still looked at Han Ling'er worriedly, hoping that she would be fine.

Han Ling'er had just stepped onto the stage. Chen Guang had been waiting for a long time. He looked at Han Ling'er with sadness: "We are really enemies of each other." Last year, when competing for the top ten, Chen Guang was pushed out by Han Ling'er. This year, Chen Guang has suffered a lot. Practicing skills is to wash away the shame.

A disciple who was watching in the audience spat and said, "Do you know? Senior Brother Chen has become a flying fairy from the sky, and Han Ling'er will definitely not be able to last three rounds!"

"Flying Immortal from Heaven? That set of swordsmanship that no more than ten people in the history of Lingtai Sect have mastered?"

"I'm afraid only Li Xingchen can defeat the current Chen Guang, but unfortunately, Li Xingchen gave up the inner sect trial in order to break through the golden elixir, and Chen Guang is invincible..."

When Tangtang heard these words, his heart became even more twisted. Han Ling'er was in danger without Feihong Sword to help him.