The Magical Blacksmith

Before the elder of the Blood God Sect could react, his disciple was killed, which made him furious: "Old man, do you want to start a war with my Blood God Sect?"

"You only have half a sect master, so why do you want to start a war with me, Lingtai Sect?" The great elder put his hands behind his back, his momentum rising to the sky.

Half a sect leader! The elder of the Blood God Sect felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

A few days ago, Lingtai Sect Su Jin chased the leader of the Blood God Sect for three days and three nights with one man and one sword. Later, the leader of the Blood God Sect came back, but only half his body and half his life were left.

Under such circumstances, the Blood God Sect really did not dare to start a war with the Lingtai Sect. Moreover, the elders of the Blood God Sect discovered that Li Rulong's cultivation had improved a lot, and when he started to kill people, he had no time to stop him.

Considering the above, the elder of Blood God Religion calmed down, but he couldn't swallow this breath.

The elder of the Blood God Sect rolled his eyes and scolded: "Old man, it's shameless to bully the young with the big man!"

"What, then you practice with me?" The great elder sneered.

The elder of the Blood God Sect mocked: "Do you think our Blood God Sect is as barbaric as your Lingtai Sect?"

The elder of the Blood God Sect did not dare to confront Li Rulong. Now the entire sect relied on him to support him. If something happened to him, the Blood God Sect would be completely destroyed.

"There are still a few hours until the barrier opens. How about we let the juniors compete?" the elder of the Blood God Sect suggested.

Before the great elder could speak, Han Ling'er and his disciples drew out their swords one after another with murderous intent: "Disciples are willing to fight!"

The genius disciples of the Blood God Sect were also ready to draw their swords and confront each other, but they suddenly discovered that except Han Ling'er, who was using a high-grade magic weapon, the other disciples were using Yi Shui's mid-grade magic weapon. Damn it, when did the foundation-building monks have such high standards?

The disciple of the Blood God Sect silently returned the half-pulled magic sword, not for any other reason than to shame the low-grade magic weapon...

The elders of the Blood God Sect also discovered this clue. If Han Ling'er had a high-grade magic weapon, he could guess that he borrowed it from his elders. However, all the disciples took out good flying sword magic weapons, which only shows that the overall strength of the Lingtai Sect has increased a lot.

The Blood God Sect has already lost one of its top ten disciples, and they definitely don't dare to let the top ten be in danger again, otherwise, they may be annihilated before they even enter the barrier.

The elder of the Blood God Sect hesitated for a while, then suddenly saw an elder deacon next to him and said: "Let the disciples on both sides stay in the magic weapon barrier to duel. It's just that the magical weapons of the disciples of the Guizong are extraordinary. I think Ouyang Changtian's forging skills are better." How about having a treasure-casting duel with the treasure-casting masters of our sect?"

Every year when the Divine Weapon Barrier is opened, treasure casters from the two sects will come. Although they cannot enter the Divine Weapon Barrier, they can learn about the treasure casting experience on the ruins and gain something.

Ouyang Changtian is an accompanying elder of the Lingtai Sect. Of course, he can't be shy when he is named by the Blood God Sect and asked to compete for forged treasures. Moreover, the magical weapons of Han Ling'er and others were not forged by him, which makes Ouyang Changtian determined to prove himself.

Before the Great Elder decided whether to accept this challenge, Ouyang Changtian took a step forward and said respectfully: "Great Elder, this disciple has understood the forging process of high-grade magical weapons a few days ago and is confident of defeating Yu Wenhua."

Yu Wenhua is a treasure caster of the Blood God Sect, and he and Ouyang Changtian are rivals between brothers. Because Ouyang Changtian was defeated by Zhang Ye, he realized his shame and became brave again. He improved his forging skills, and he had the confidence to defeat Na Yuwen Wenhua.

The great elder thought of this, nodded, and said to the Blood God Sect: "Okay, I will give you the Blood God Sect a chance!"

The elders of the Blood God Religion had a smile as if their conspiracy had succeeded. Although the chief treasure caster of each sect was only at the Golden Core level, it was the key to the sect's equipment supply. If Ouyang Changtian could be defeated in this duel, Let it collapse, and the next generation of disciples of the Blood God Sect will be able to overtake the Lingtai Sect in terms of overall strength.

As for whether Yu Wenhua can defeat Ouyang Changtian, the elders of the Blood God Sect don't care at all. They have made progress, so doesn't Yu Wenhua make progress?

"Just a duel like this will inevitably be a bit boring. Do you dare to increase the stakes?" The elder of the Blood God Sect paused, and continued regardless of whether the Lingtai Sect agreed or not, "Let's do this. Whichever side loses, the disciples will enter God one hour later." How about a military barrier?"

If you enter an hour later, the opponent will arrange a killing situation in advance, and it is very likely that all your own disciples will be annihilated. However, this is also an opportunity for the Lingtai Sect disciples to annihilate all the Blood God Sect disciples.

Because of Ouyang Changtian's guarantee, the Great Elder agreed: "Then it's a deal."

Not long after, Ouyang Changtian and Yu Wenhua each set up their treasure-casting equipment and prepared to refine the treasure.

Yu Wenhua looked like other disciples of the Blood God Sect, possessing evil spirits and skin and bones. He smiled arrogantly and said: "Ouyang Changtian, how about forging your best flying sword. The one with the higher rank will win."

"That's fine!" Ouyang Changtian is good at forging swords, and Yu Wenhua is good at forging swords. This is related to the martial arts habits of both sects, but Ouyang Changtian doesn't understand why Yu Wenhua gave up his strengths and wanted to compete with him for sword forging? However, Ouyang Changtian still agreed.

The treasure-making duel officially began. An hour later, Ouyang Changtian stood there with a pale face: "How is this possible..."

Yu Wenhua held the forged flying sword and Jie Jie said with a smile: "If it is a forged sword, I can make a spiritual weapon. You are no longer my opponent. What is impossible?"

Although Ouyang Changtian has refined a top-grade magical weapon, Yu Wenhua has also refined a flying sword at the level of a top-grade magical weapon. Since they are all top-grade, according to the rules of the industry, let's compare the treasure light and power of the magical weapon. Yu Wenhua His flying sword actually completely crushed Ouyang Changtian.

Hearing this, Ouyang Changtian's face was as hot as gold, and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. He was defeated by Zhang Ye before and spurted blood once, but he learned his shame and became brave. This time, he had improved his forging skills and was preparing to make a big splash, but he never thought , was defeated by Yu Wenhua at his best skill of forging flying swords...

"Changtian!" The great elder frowned, caught Ouyang Changtian, and immediately fed him a pill, supplemented by spiritual energy to dissolve the medicine.

"Great Elder, Changtian lost again..." Ouyang Changtian said like a hairpin, "I have no face to face the sect again."

"You just lost a game, Changtian, cheer up!" Ouyang Changtian said, his heart was broken and his life was hanging by a thread. The great elder was startled and gave a warning.

Ouyang Changtian shook his head and passed out. This duel left him with only half a life left. Even if he woke up later, he would probably be a useless person.

"Haha, Lingtai Sect, it's nothing more than that!" The elder of the Blood God Sect felt as comfortable as drinking a bowl of cold boiled water in the summer. The disciples of the Blood God Sect were also greatly encouraged and were so excited that they screamed and screamed.

"Blood God Cult!" The great elder shouted angrily with his eyes bloodshot.

"When did the Lingtai Sect become unable to lose?" the elder of the Blood God Sect mocked, "Remember, the Lingtai Sect entered the Divine Weapon Formation an hour later!"

The great elder's face was livid. If the disciples entered an hour later, it would be extremely dangerous. However, it is not the great elder's character to cheat. He immediately shouted: "Old man, if you have the guts to fight, how about a two-hour bet?"

The elder of the Blood God Sect stiffened. How could he dare to confront Li Rulong? He shook his head and laughed: "Just treat me as a loser. I won't fight you anyway."

"If you want to duel, just compete with Yu Wenhua to make treasures. You can bet for a whole day and I will be fine, haha..."

The elder of the Blood God Sect did not have the slightest awareness of the ancestor of Nascent Soul. He was like a rogue. No matter how the great elder provoked him, he remained unmoved.

The great elder was so angry that he almost vomited blood, but he suddenly thought of something and said: "Okay, then let's make a bet with Yuwen Wenhua!"

The elder of the Blood God Sect was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Li Rulong, are you angry? I admit that you are a good fighter, but in Zhubao, you are not as good as Ouyang Changtian!"

As the saying goes, there are specializations in the arts, and the ancestor of Yuanying may not be able to forge top-grade magic weapons.

The disciples of the Lingtai Sect were also surprised. The Great Elder really wanted to fight Yu Wenhua to make treasures?

"I'm just asking you if you dare?" The great elder didn't explain, his eyes burning.

The elder of the Blood God Sect hesitated and said with a smile: "Okay, since you want to embarrass yourself, why don't I dare!" He paused, "Yu Wenhua, if you defeat the great elder, I will credit you with first-class merit!"

"Disciple accepts the order." Yu Wenhua looked delighted. Although the Great Elder of Lingtai Sect was a master of Yuanying, Yu Wenhua was confident that he could defeat everyone in a duel of casting treasures.

"Great Elder, please!" Yu Wenhua said arrogantly.

"Who said I wanted to fight you?" The great elder snorted and suddenly disappeared.

…

In the blacksmith shop, because Xiao En was around, Zhang Ye would suspend business at noon and light a fire for cooking.

In the backyard, Zhang Yezheng and Xiao En feasted. Although he didn't have to eat every meal, it was quite interesting to eat with the beautiful girl.

While eating, there was a thunder in the clear sky, and the blacksmith shop trembled. Xiao En was startled, and threw himself into Zhang Ye's arms, trembling.

For some reason, Xiao En was particularly afraid of thunder. Zhang Ye smiled and patted her back: "It's okay. Thunder God is punishing the bad guys. Xiao En is so good that she won't be beaten."

Xiao En burst into tears and looked at the sky in fear: "No, Lei Gong likes to bully good people."

Zhang Ye was a little helpless. Xiao En always said nonsense. It seemed that this amnesia would not be cured for a while.

After getting along with each other these days, Zhang Ye quite likes this Xiao En. Of course, it is not a love between men and women, but he treats Xiao En as a younger sister. Her liveliness and cuteness bring a lot of laughter to the blacksmith shop.

Zhang Ye comforted him for a while. At this time, there was a knock on the back door: "Boss Zhang, it's me. I'm the great elder."

Great Elder, what are you doing in the blacksmith shop at this time? Zhang Ye stood up, opened the back door, and was shocked: "Elder, why is there such a big bump on your head? Did you get beaten?"

"Bao?" The elder touched his forehead, which was swollen like a bun. He was helpless. He had seen the blacksmith shop closed earlier and wanted to fly directly into Zhang Ye's yard. He never expected to encounter a rebound from the formation and a collision. Got a big bag.

"Being beaten? I have no idea! This is called the gathering of three flowers. If I practice two more, I will reach the top!" The great elder put his hands behind his back and held his head high.

"Great Elder, do you have a nosebleed?" Zhang Ye was shocked.

The great elder wiped his nose, which was really bleeding profusely. He paused and said, "I've been a little angry since I've been practicing recently."

After the bleeding stopped, the elder remembered the business and said, "Boss Zhang, I'm here to ask for something important."