The Magical Blacksmith

"The magic weapons you have created each have their own merits. It would be a pity to damage any of them. In my opinion, how about a draw in this game?" The great elder was silent for a long time before speaking out.

His suggestion actually made some sense. After all, the flying sword forged by Zhang Ye defeated Yin Wenbin in terms of craftsmanship, but if it were purely about hardness, Zhang Ye's jade sword would definitely not be his match.

Each side gives in and ends in a tie, which is the best outcome. After all, there is no need to worry about the low-grade immortal stone that the Great Elder longs for falling into the hands of Tianbing Pavilion.

Of course, speaking this as the ancestor of Nascent Soul has already degraded his status. If he doesn't give him any more face, I'm afraid he will completely offend the great elder.

Yin Wenbin thought about it, but he was obviously not prepared to give face to the great elder and said: "The people of Tianbing Pavilion will either win or lose. There is never a tie!"

Yin Wenbin emphasized the word "Tianbing Pavilion" very seriously. Although he was only an insignificant Golden Elixir disciple in Tianbing Pavilion, this was a showdown related to face. If the news about Yin Wenbin and Zhang Ye's tie was reported back, then he would Don't even think about hanging out in Tianbing Pavilion.

Yin Wenbin did not give any face to the elder. This offended the great elder, and he burst out with murderous intent: "You want to use Tianbing Pavilion to suppress me? Believe it or not, I can kill you with one palm!"

"As the Great Elder, as a master of Yuan Ying, it's easy to kill me." Yin Wenbin put his hands behind his back without any fear, "However, the junior sect always protects the weak. If any disciple in the sect is bullied, he will definitely retaliate with an eye for an eye. If If it accidentally affects Lingtai Sect, it will be the fault of this junior..."

Yin Wenbin smiled sadly. As a disciple of a first-class sect, he naturally had the confidence to challenge Yuanying Ancestor who had a great family and business.

"You!" The great elder was furious. He wanted to slap Yin Wenbin to death with one palm, but he had to worry about Tianbing Pavilion's revenge afterwards. What if the same method was used to deal with Lingtai Sect disciples? A person with a big family and a big business cannot be a bachelor like a casual cultivator.

At this moment, Zhang Ye stepped forward and said, "Great Elder, I don't agree with peace either."

Yin Wenbin didn't want it to be a draw, but he didn't expect Zhang Ye to continue the game. This made the great elder very angry. He tried his best, even using his reputation to bully the small, to prepare to resolve the fight. Unexpectedly, Zhang Ye himself Jumping into the fire, you can't even pull it back.

"Forget it, I don't care!" Both of them wanted to continue the competition, but the elder had no choice but to give up angrily, thinking that if Zhang Ye lost the fairy stone later, it would be the same to exchange it with Yin Wenbin. Maybe it would be better than Zhang Ye, the iron rooster. Easy to talk to.

Of course, this is just the elder's complaint. He still hopes that Zhang Ye can win.

Yin Wenbin looked at Zhang Ye with interest and said, "It's very brave to dare to continue competing with me. However, victory will ultimately belong to me."

After Yin Wenbin finished speaking, as if to demonstrate, he grabbed a flying sword, a medium-grade magical weapon, from the Qiankun bag, and chopped it down with a single stroke of the high-grade magical weapon he had just made.

The shining middle-grade magic weapon was like tofu, instantly cut in two by the high-grade magic weapon. The cut was smooth, showing the sharpness of the high-grade magic weapon...

Many monks took a breath of cold air. Although it was nothing for a high-grade magic weapon to cut off a middle-grade magic weapon, the key point was that this was done solely by the sharpness of the flying sword itself without using spiritual power!

In addition, Yin Wenbin destroyed a middle-grade magic weapon without blinking an eye. He is worthy of being a disciple of Tianbing Pavilion and has a lot of money!

The monks looked at Zhang Ye, and they were becoming less and less confident now.

Zhang Ye was not so stupid as to cut off the middle-grade magic weapon to demonstrate, and besides, he didn't have a middle-grade magic weapon in his hand. He just said: "Okay, don't mess with these things, finish the competition quickly, I'm going to close the door. "

Seeing that Zhang Ye did not dare to test the sword, Yin Wenbin became even more contemptuous and said, "Since Boss Zhang is anxious to close the door, let's get started!"

Yin Wenbin paused, with a hint of conspiracy in his eyes: "Boss Zhang, for the sake of fairness, let's collide with each other with our own flying swords. We are not allowed to use spiritual power until one side's flying sword is damaged. The one who is intact wins, how about that?" "

This bet is not about the grade of Feijian, but about who is stronger. It is unfair from the beginning. It would be fine if it was just like this. Now it is even more unfair to require both sides to slash each other with swords.

Zhang Ye seems to be just a young monk in the qi refining stage, while Yin Wenbin has a golden elixir cultivation level. The golden elixir master is much better than the qi refining monk in terms of physical strength and swordsmanship. With the blessing of swordsmanship and strength, Yin Wenbin has a much greater chance of winning. .

The Great Elder frowned and stepped forward and said: "It's too much to bully others, Zhang Ye, I will help you fight with the sword!"

The Great Elder is a master of Nascent Soul, and his swordsmanship and physical strength are much higher than those of Golden Core monks. Yin Wenbin wants to bully others based on his cultivation, how can the Great Elder sit idly by and ignore him?

But Zhang Ye shook his head: "Thank you, Great Elder, for your kindness, but I want to cut off his sword with my own hands!"

Yin Wenbin had forgotten about the Great Elder. He was initially shocked when he heard that he wanted to help Zhang Ye test the sword. But now that Zhang Ye said he wanted to play on his own, he was determined and said with a smile: "Yes, only I can play." , to feel the thrill of victory!”

Seeing Zhang Ye being so stubborn, the great elder sighed and didn't want to say anything more.

Zhang Ye and Yin Wenbin stood face to face. Yin Wenbin suddenly said: "By the way, Boss Zhang, I wonder if you have a name for the flying sword you forged?"

Without waiting for Zhang Ye's answer, Yin Wenbin said smugly: "I just thought of a good name for my flying sword. It's called Slaughter Lingtai. Do you think it's particularly domineering?"

As soon as the words "Slaughter the Lingtai" came out, the monks present cursed angrily: "Yin Xiao'er, how dare you not take our Lingtai Sect into your eyes!"

"Believe it or not, I will prevent you from seeing the sun tomorrow!"

Yin Wenbin deliberately showed a surprised expression: "I forgot that Lingtai Sect also has the word "Lingtai". It's a sin. It's just the name of a sword. Doesn't the majestic Lingtai Sect not have such a big heart?"

The Jindan monks were furious and were about to take action, but the Great Elder stopped everyone and said seriously: "Lingtai Sect still has a certain tolerance for people. However, I will send a letter to Tianbing Pavilion when I get back. I have to ask Ask the tutor at Tianbing Pavilion!"

The Great Elder's words were already a strong condemnation, but Yin Wenbin was noncommittal. With a third-rate small sect like Lingtai Sect, Tianbing Pavilion didn't need to take it to heart at all.

At this moment, Zhang Ye said: "What a coincidence, I also gave Feijian a four-character name."

Yin Wenbin had a hint of sarcasm in his eyes and asked, "How does it compare to my Slaughter Spirit Platform?"

"I dare not say that my name is more domineering than yours. After all, Zhang's knowledge is rudimentary and all he thinks about are vulgar words, but they have a different taste." Zhang Ye said with some modesty.

"Haha, Boss Zhang is quite self-aware!" Yin Wenbin also felt that these country people couldn't think of any good names, but they were still a little curious, so he continued to ask, "What's your name?"

"My sword is called the Heavenly Weapon." Zhang Ye looked a little embarrassed, "I used some vulgar words, but it made everyone laugh..."

Defeat the heavenly soldiers? Dirty vocabulary?

"What a shameless word!" The monks present only felt that they were out of breath and clapped their hands in applause.

The great elder was also beside him, stroking his beard and chewing these words with satisfaction, as if he was reciting a popular poem, and his mouth was full of saliva.

As for Yin Wenbin, his face was livid, he named the Slaughter Spirit Pavilion in front of him, which was an insinuation; Zhang Ye then came to hang the Heavenly Soldier, which meant something. After all, Yin Wenbin came from the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion!

"Rubber words!" Yin Wenbin was furious.

"Yeah, I forgot that Tianbing Pavilion also has the word Tianbing. It's a sin. It's just the name of a sword. The majestic Tianbing Pavilion doesn't have this kind of understanding, right?" Zhang Ye also showed a surprised expression and said Yin Wenbin's previous words were returned intact, which made everyone even more excited!

"Besides the sword forging of Boss Zhang, what I admire the most is his mouth!"

"Haha, don't even think about it, who can get a bargain from Iron Rooster?"

Yin Wenbin's face was ferocious, and he felt an uncomfortable suffocation in his chest. He gritted his teeth and said: "You have sharp teeth, but I want to see if your flying sword is as sharp as your mouth!"

"Boss Zhang, take the move!" Yin Wenbin raised the flying sword and smashed it down with all his strength, regardless of whether Zhang Ye was ready. Although he did not use his cultivation, the power of the Golden Pill cultivator was also extremely terrifying.

Yin Wenbin's sword enveloped Zhang Ye. He did this not only to defeat Zhang Ye's flying sword, but also to kill Zhang Ye in one fell swoop!

"Zhang Ye, get out of the way!" The Great Elder noticed the clue and warned aloud. At the same time, he moved his body skills and prepared to step forward to stop him.

But Zhang Ye didn't dodge, he just raised the flying sword in his hand and blocked it with a horizontal edge.

There was a hint of pride in Yin Wenbin's eyes. Although the great elder came to stop him, it was definitely too late. As for the flying sword blocking Zhang Ye's body, it was even more vulnerable in his eyes.

Defeat the heavenly soldiers? joke! The massacre platform is about to become a reality!

Yin Wenbin's sword, as he expected, passed through Zhang Ye's sword without any hindrance at all. He pulled hard, preparing to split Zhang Ye in half. Unexpectedly, with this swipe, a light movement in his hand... …

Yin Wenbin was stunned. Why was there only half of the sword in his hand?

Could it be that... not only Yin Wenbin, but also the great elder also realized that when the two swords clashed just now, he thought that Zhang Ye would be cut in two with his sword and the man, but he never thought that Yin Wenbin's sword was cut into two pieces instead. As for Yin Wenbin, he felt no hindrance at all, which shows that Zhang Ye's sword is extremely sharp!

"How can jade iron be so sharp?" Yin Wenbin, as an experienced blacksmith, immediately understood the problem. Zhang Ye's sword could cut off his own sword not because of its strength, but entirely because of its sharpness!

It's like saying that people can break sharp arrows, but sharp arrows can also kill people.

Of course, the sword forged by Yin Wenbin was not only strong but also unparalleledly sharp. However, Zhang Ye's sword was broken into two pieces without leaving a single cut. There shouldn't be such a sharp sword in the world, or there shouldn't be anyone who forged such a sword. Waiting for the sword!

Before Yin Wenbin could recover, Zhang Ye struck out with his sword: "It's my turn."

He has never been a soft-hearted person, especially someone like Yin Wenbin who wants to kill him.

Yin Wenbin was shocked, and immediately retreated to give way. At the same time, he attacked with a broken sword!

With a clang, without any hindrance, the broken sword was broken again, and several bloody fingers fell to the ground. Yin Wenbin covered his right hand and looked up to the sky howling.

Zhang Ye stood with his sword in hand, smiling brightly: "Drazing the heavenly soldiers, the sword is indeed as its name suggests!"