The Magical Blacksmith

Although Yin Wenbin felt that this Tiangong object-forging technique was most likely fake, but Yuanying ancestor said it himself, he was not qualified to refute it, so he could only say coldly: "No matter what inheritance you have, you can't defeat me! "

Yin Wenbin took out a vat of quenching water from the Qiankun bag. The water was gleaming and had a faint blue brilliance. The Jindan monks were chatting animatedly, but when they saw the vat of water, they became silent.

After a moment of silence, the monks exploded: "Damn it... the Soul-Gathering Immortal Water is a level higher than the Rootless Immortal Water!"

"I heard that there are only two spiritual springs in the Eastern Region that can produce Spirit-Gathering Immortal Water, but they both dried up hundreds of years ago. Why are there still Spirit-Gathering Immortal Water?"

"Is he going to use it to temper it? Oh, I feel so bad. I wish I could take a sip."

The Jindan monks were extremely jealous. If they hadn't considered that the other party was a disciple of the Tianbing Pavilion, they wouldn't even have been able to restrain themselves from snatching it. After all, for them, this was a treasure that could benefit them more than the best spiritual stones or fairy stones.

Yin Wenbin smiled proudly, feeling that he had finally found some ground. He said proudly: "Since everyone knows that it is the spirit-gathering fairy water, I won't go into details. As the saying goes, a good horse must be matched with a good saddle, and of course good forging is required. Use a good water source for quenching..." After a pause, he looked at Zhang Ye, "Boss Zhang, I wonder what kind of water quality you use for quenching?"

As he spoke, Yin Wenbin looked at Zhang Ye's quenching pool, then shook his head and laughed. It was really a pool of hopeless stagnant water without any spiritual energy fluctuations. Think about it, how could such a remote cultivation market town have a good water source? It’s really lonely for a master.

Zhang Ye didn't answer Yin Wenbin. The water melted by the Tangtang Bending Sky Stone and the spirit-gathering fairy water were said to be worthless, so he didn't bother to answer. Even if Zhang Ye wanted to say it, he would only have one sentence - Soul Gathering Fairy Water, what kind of rubbish is that!

Zhang Ye's silence made Yin Wenbin feel that he was inferior, and he felt even more proud. This was Tianbing Pavilion's absolute crushing of the rural blacksmith shop!

"Boss Zhang, if you beg me, maybe I can lend you a ladle of Gathering Spirit Immortal Water to temper the fire?" Yin Wenbin mocked, but in fact he wouldn't give it even if he begged, he was just teasing Zhang Ye.

Yin Wenbin took out the re-calcined flying sword and tempered it into the Spirit-Gathering Immortal Water using the special techniques of Tianbing Pavilion. In an instant, the brilliance circulated and the fragrance hit his nostrils...

The Golden Elixir monks breathed in the aroma in the air intoxicated. This was the water vapor emitted by the Spirit-Gathering Immortal Water. Even if they couldn't drink the water, they felt that the bottleneck was loosened a lot after taking a few sips of the scent.

The Great Elder snorted coldly when he saw the golden elixir expert in the door being so embarrassed. A strong wind blew away the steam in the room, and the monks came back to their senses, blushing and embarrassed.

But Yin Wenbin still saw this scene, shook his head and laughed, Lingtai Sect, nothing more than that!

Immediately, Yin Wenbin looked at Zhang Ye again. To be fair, Zhang Ye's furnace could calcine the flying sword in the blink of an eye. But this time, Zhang Ye calcined it for a long time, and under such high temperature, the flying sword did not melt. How strange.

Zhang Ye can control the three-flavored true fire at will, and does not have to worry about the flying sword melting. The reason why he calcined it for a long time this time was mainly because he wanted to forcibly change certain characteristics of the jade iron through the three-flavored true fire.

The time was almost up, Zhang Ye took out the jade flying sword and threw it directly into the quenching pool...

The forging of the flying sword has reached the final stage, and the monks are recalling the entire sword forging process. Although Zhang Ye can always surprise people, on Yin Wenbin's side, every step is like an art. Whether it is forging a sword or quenching it, every move has a pleasing and elegant look.

Although the monks were from Zhang Ye's camp, they sincerely praised Yin Wenbin as a blacksmith who came from Tianbing Pavilion.

Yin Wenbin saw everyone's approving looks and felt proud in his heart. He was from Tianbing Pavilion. Compared with Zhang Ye, he was just like the regular army trained by the imperial court and the local militia. There was no comparison at all.

At this time, after tempering the sword, Yin Wenbin snorted coldly, reached for the sword, and said, "Everyone, please close your eyes."

Why close your eyes? The monks were a little confused, even a little annoyed, and said: "Why do you close your eyes? Don't you forge the flying sword so that no one can see it?"

Yin Wenbin smiled, without explaining anything, and took out the tempered flying sword from the water. For a moment, the dazzling white light was like the sun, which made all the golden elixir monks burst into tears.

"Damn it, I'm so blinded..."

The monks quickly blocked the light with their hands. Although they were curious about the sword forged by Yin Wenbin, they did not dare to look directly at it at this moment.

Only the Great Elder and other Nascent Soul Ancestors dare to look directly at Feijian under such light. Even if the Great Elder doesn't like Yin Wenbin, it has to be said that the sword forged by Yin Wenbin is perfect. It is worth mentioning that Yin Wenbin's sword uses a diamond-shaped blade. Although it lacks flexibility and sharpness, it is undoubtedly the strongest structure.

The Great Elder understands that Yin Wenbin's sword is purely a competition tool used to defeat Zhang Ye, without considering its true use as a high-grade magical weapon. This is why the Great Elder believes that it is perfect but not truly perfect.

However, a game is a game, and by doing this, Yin Wenbin has a much better chance of winning. Thinking of this, the great elder quickly looked at Zhang Ye, wanting to know what Zhang Ye's sword would look like after it was tempered?

In the dazzling white light, Zhang Ye reached for his sword, and a bit of dark green light gradually emerged. However, this touch of green seemed so insignificant compared to the fierce white light. The great elder had a look of disappointment. Generally speaking, The strength of the magic weapon's treasure light determines the strength of its strength.

But when the hilt of the sword was exposed, there was a strong green light. At least in the backstage of the blacksmith shop, the green light replaced the white light. The great elder nodded. From this point of view, the sword forged by Zhang Ye was not much worse than Yin Wenbin.

The two rays of light offset each other, and the golden elixir monks felt that it was not so dazzling. They could barely open their eyes and were surprised to see the two lights competing in the blacksmith shop.

"Great Elder, why are the green light and the white light so distinct, so incompatible with each other?" Light merges with each other and cannot exclude each other. Some monks couldn't help themselves and asked.

The Great Elder said: "The birth of a divine weapon brings with it its own power. If there are two divine weapons under one roof, naturally no one will obey the other."

The monks sighed: "So, Boss Zhang and Yin Wenbin haven't fought yet, but the divine soldiers have fought first?"

"If the brilliance of the two swords is different, does it also prove the level of forging strength of Boss Zhang and Yin Wenbin?"

"But why do I feel that the green light is weaker?"

Yin Wenbin burst out laughing: "It's not that the green light is weaker, but it's that it will definitely fail!" After Yin Wenbin finished speaking, he didn't know what method he used. The flying sword in his hand emitted a white light, forcing the green light to retreat step by step. I saw that the green light was about to disappear.

Everyone was worried. Could it be that Zhang Ye's sword was really inferior to Yin Wenbin's sword?

"No, Zhang Ye's sword has not completely surfaced yet!" The great elder said aloud, staring directly at Zhang Ye.

At this moment, Zhang Ye pulled out the jade sword, and a look of surprise appeared in the great elder's eyes. What a perfect flying sword this is?

Before the great elder could say any words of praise, a dazzling green light burst out like a flash flood. The arrogant white light was like a mouse turning around and running away when it sees a cat.

But where the white light could escape, it was directly swallowed up by the green light. The green light did not stop its pace of expansion and rushed out of the blacksmith shop, lighting up Lingtai Town at night, full of green...

The green light lasted for a while, and the blacksmith shop finally became calm. The monks shed tears and reluctantly opened their eyes, confused: "Damn it, everything I see is green now..."

"You can still see green, I can't see anything..."

"Old Wang, when did your head turn green?"

After a while, the monks barely recovered their eyesight, but everything they saw was a little green. Suddenly, some monks noticed that the Great Elder was staring at Zhang Ye with burning eyes, and they all sighed: "The Great Elder's power to participate in creation is actually waiting here. He didn’t even blink under the light, that’s awesome!”

"The great elder is mighty!"

The monks praised, and the great elder stroked his beard and smiled: "Little king, practice hard. When you break through the Nascent Soul, you will be as powerful as me."

The great elder finished speaking to a pillar and stretched out his hand to pat it.

The monk surnamed Wang looked confused: "Great Elder, I am here!"

"Of course I know you are there!" The elder turned around and hugged the trash can, "Haha, Xiao Wang, you are not young anymore, why are you still playing hide and seek with me?"

Many monks had black lines on their faces. The great elder was not afraid of the dazzling light, but he was completely blind!

At this time, Yin Wenbin also recovered, resisting the discomfort in his eyes. He looked at the sword in his hand, then at Zhang Ye's sword, and murmured: "How is this possible..."

Both are high-grade magical weapons. Zhang Yediao's sword outweighed Yin Wenbin's sword to the point of losing his pants. You know, Yin Wenbin's sword was smelted from three precious materials, each of which was stronger than jade iron. High-end, as for the quenching water, it surpassed Zhang Ye countless times.

In addition, the forging techniques used by Yin Wenbin were summarized by countless generations of treasure casters from Tianbing Pavilion, and were the top forging techniques in the Eastern Region.

Even so, the flying sword forged by Yin Wenbin failed to defeat the jade flying sword, and even failed completely.

Zhang Ye took the flying sword and walked to the front desk: "There is nothing impossible about Tiangong's forging skills!" Since the great elder made up such a name, Zhang Ye used it.

"The art of forging objects of heavenly craftsmanship, if you refine it to a deep level, you can create magical weapons from any iron!" The elder took a step forward, "Xiao Zhang, are you right?"

The monk in front of the great elder shivered: "Great elder, I am the little king!"

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Is there really a heavenly forging technique that can turn decay into something magical? Yin Wenbin's heart trembled, but he was unwilling to give in and roared: "So what, our bet is about the strength of the flying sword, and it is not stronger than Baoguang. I will not lose to you!"

The strength of Baoguang has actually determined the level of the flying sword, but the rule of this game is to compare the strength of the flying sword.

The monks felt that Yin Wenbin was a bit shameless, but it was hard to say anything. After all, a game was a game.

The monks felt sorry for Zhang Ye. Although they had refined a peerless magic weapon that was better than Yin Wenbin, they could only lose the game. After all, the jade iron without the blessing of spiritual power was too fragile...