The Magical Blacksmith

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The Great Elder bet on his own future, and the Lingtai monks showed bitterness, knowing that there was no way to stop them, so they could only let it go.

Zhang Ye was very moved by the great elder's unconditional trust, but he took the amethyst bottle, frowned and said, "It's almost useless, barely usable."

As soon as these words were spoken, the monks at the Lingtai who died down cursed again: "Zhang Ye, I warn you not to push your nose on your face!"

"If you live up to the trust of the Great Elder, I will be the first to spare you!"

The Blood God Sect was watching jokes all the time, and the elders of the Blood God Sect were surprised when they saw Li Rulong handing over the transformed water to Zhang Ye: "Li Rulong, are you planning to join my Blood God Sect? Raw water quenching and washing the top-grade magic weapon?"

"Elder, maybe after being quenched with the metamorphic water, it can become a top-grade magic weapon? After all, washing is healthier!"

"Extreme magic weapon? You're killing me, if Zhang Ye produces the best magic weapon, I'll eat three catties of beef!"

I don't know who mentioned the legend of the ultimate magic weapon, and the Blood God Sect laughed even louder.

"You guys guessed it? Then I won't be a fool." Zhang Ye smiled lightly, pulled out the fiery red Tang knife, opened the amethyst bottle, and a stream of water with ample spiritual energy wrapped the Tang knife tightly, making a squeak There was a squeaky sound.

The monks of the Lingtai showed regret, turned into water, and ruined it. The Blood God Sect laughed out loud, not paying attention to Zhang Ye's words at all.

Shrouded in white mist, colorful brilliance shot out, and the sound of regret and ridicule stopped abruptly.

Yu Wenhua had been keeping his eyes closed all the time because of the extra energy spent refining the spiritual weapon, but at this moment he suddenly opened his eyes and said in panic, "How is that possible!"

The mist dissipated, Tang Dao finally revealed its true face, hiss...

This was the sound of everyone gasping, because they saw that what Zhang Ye was holding seemed to be not a knife, but a rainbow in the sky!

But the most surprising thing is that the grade of this knife is no longer a top-grade magic weapon, and the power it exudes undoubtedly proves its status as a top-grade magic weapon!

The ultimate magic weapon, the magic weapon that only exists in legends, is the ultimate magic weapon. For thousands of years, no one can forge the best magic weapon even in the most powerful Central Region!

The Great Elder stroked his beard, and as expected, he laughed heartily, it was cool, it was so fucking cool, I haven't experienced the thrill of a counterattack for many years!

The Blood God Sect previously ran on Zhang Ye to forge a top-quality magic weapon, but they didn't expect it to be a prophecy, and they slapped themselves hard one by one.

The monks at Lingtai were all ashamed. They questioned Zhang Ye and even slandered Zhang Ye before, so they had been dragging their feet. Unexpectedly, Zhang Ye was neither angry nor impetuous, hammer after hammer, forcibly forging a top-quality magic weapon.

Only Huang Dou, the top ten candidate, silently supported Zhang Ye. At this moment, he couldn't bear it any longer, and shouted excitedly: "Zhang Ye!"

The monks were worried about how to vent their inner excitement, so they roared together with Huang Dou: "Zhang Ye! Zhang Ye..."

Zhang Ye's name echoed over the entire ancient land. Han Linger looked at Zhang Ye adoringly. This man can always create miracles.

Zhang Ye suddenly turned his head and looked into Han Linger's eyes, which made Han Linger's face turn red, and she quickly avoided her gaze. Zhang Ye said, "Without your help, I can't forge the best magic weapon."

"Han Linger! Han Linger!" The monks howled and began to call Han Linger's name.

Han Linger was a little panicked, so she just took charge of the fire. She didn't expect Zhang Ye to give her this honor, but when she heard the shouts of the monks, at this moment, she felt that she was the happiest girl in the world.

Han Ling'er looked at Zhang Ye affectionately, which made Zhang Ye's heart move, but at this moment, the Great Elder suddenly stood in front of Zhang Ye, pointed at himself, with a look of jealousy.

Zhang Ye came back to his senses and said solemnly: "Of course, there is also the full support of the Great Elder!"

The monks began to shout again: "Great Elder! Great Elder!"

The Great Elder squinted his eyes, enjoying it very much.

Zhang Ye looked at the cultivator at the Lingtai: "I can't do without the help of everyone present."

Zhang Ye repaid his grievances with virtue, which made the Lingtai monks so grateful that they all swore that if anyone dared to speak ill of Boss Zhang in the future, they would fight him to the death!

The monks yelled their names, and then laughed and laughed, many of them cried again.

They were very worried when the Blood God Sect refined the spiritual weapon before, but Zhang Ye produced the top-quality magic weapon, which is enough to withstand the equipment suppression of the Blood God Sect in the future.

So, it was tears of joy.

Veins popped up on the face of the elder of the Blood God Sect, and he scolded: "Why are you so happy, the magic weapon is a magic weapon, and what my Blood God Sect forges is a spiritual weapon, so, you lose!"

"What we are competing for is the level of rank, but how can a top-grade magic weapon be simply a magic weapon? No matter where you say it, the top-grade magic weapon is superior to the low-grade spiritual weapon!" The elder sprayed back confidently.

The Great Elder's words are reasonable, the ultimate magic weapon is the ultimate in the realm of magic weapons, and in terms of power, it is comparable to or even surpasses ordinary low-grade spiritual weapons. It's like the strongest child can beat the weakest adult no matter what.

What's more, in today's spiritual world, there are no top-quality magic weapons in the world, only a few top-quality magic weapons handed down from ancient times are collected by several top sects, and they are not willing to show others easily. This has increased the status of the top-grade magic weapon, and it is generally recognized that the grade of the top-grade magic weapon is slightly higher than that of the low-grade spiritual weapon.

"Old man, I don't care what you say, the spiritual weapon is more powerful than the magical weapon!" The elder of the Blood God Sect began to play tricks.

"The highest-grade magic weapon is higher than the low-grade spiritual weapon, which is clearly recorded in the "Compendium of the Spiritual World"!" The Great Elder argued vigorously.

The elders of the two sects were fighting with each other, and neither of them would give in to the other.

At this time, Yu Wenhua suddenly said: "The low-grade spirit weapon is more powerful, or the top-grade magic weapon is more powerful. Let them fight and you will know."

The elder of the Blood God Sect slapped his head: "Yes, old man, how about letting the two magic knives compete?"

The Great Elder frowned. If Zhang Ye's top-grade magic weapon was used by him, it would be able to defeat the low-grade magic weapon 100%, but if the two magic knives were to fight with their own power, the top-grade magic weapon would be more likely to lose.

After all, the spiritual weapon has a spirit, no matter how powerful the top-quality magic weapon is, there is no one to command it, and it is very disadvantageous.

Zhang Ye took out his seal and stamped it on the seven-color Tang saber: "Compare with each other, who is afraid of whom?"

The top-grade magic weapon was already unparalleled in power, but with Zhang Ye's seal, its power increased by 10%, so there was no need to be afraid of low-grade magic weapons.

"Zhang Ye, are you sure?" Although the Great Elder trusted Zhang Ye, he was still a little worried. After all, there was an artifact spirit in the Golden Core Realm among that low-grade spiritual weapon.

Zhang Ye nodded: "I named this knife, Blood God's Nemesis, so am I afraid that a low-grade spiritual weapon will fail?"

The Great Elder was speechless for a while, Zhang Ye is really a named cancer, but out of his trust in Zhang Ye, he said to the Blood God Cult: "Then let you lose heartily!"

"Hmph, you are the ones who are convinced!" The elder of the Blood God Sect received a voice transmission from Yu Wenhua, saying that his low-grade spiritual weapon would definitely be able to defeat Zhang Ye's top-grade magic weapon, so the elder of the Blood God Sect was full of confidence.

Yu Wenhua sacrificed the ghost knife and looked at Zhang Ye: "Hundreds of kinds of precious materials are mixed together. Even if it is a top-grade magic weapon, it is just a top-grade magic weapon with a false name. It can't beat a low-grade spiritual weapon at all. I will remember There lived a man named Zhang Ye who was once defeated by my men."

Although Yu Wenhua was surprised by the birth of the top-grade magic weapon, he believed that Zhang Ye had just produced a top-quality magic weapon by relying on hundreds of natural materials and earth treasures. It was just an embroidered pillow.

"What's your name?" Zhang Ye asked knowingly.

Yu Wenhua's face darkened. He knew that Zhang Ye was provoking on purpose, so he didn't bother to answer, but the ghost knife in his hand rose into the sky.

Spiritual weapons have all sorts of miraculous features. For example, this ghost-head knife grows in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it becomes a giant gate that is more than ten feet long, exuding dense black air.

The black air gradually condensed into shape, and a green-faced fang-toothed evil ghost could be vaguely seen, which was the previously sealed weapon spirit. It held a ghost-headed knife in its hand and roared to the sky. Suddenly, the situation changed.

This is just the power of the spirit weapon itself, so terrifying, the monks all gasped.

The knife in Zhang Ye's hand seemed to feel the provocation. As the saying goes, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. Tang Dao came out of his hand like a rainbow, slashing at the gigantic evil spirit.

Holding the ghost-head knife in his hand, the evil ghost moved quickly, and slashed fiercely at the flying top-grade magic weapon. With a thunderous roar, the evil ghost fled back several miles.

Tang Dao remained motionless, exuding colorful light. For the first confrontation, Tang Dao was clearly in an advantage.

Yu Wenhua frowned: "It's as immovable as a mountain, the characteristics of the foundation stone of the earth?"

The evil ghost roared angrily, stepped on the clouds and ran back, and slashed down like the sky collapsed. Suddenly, the colorful Tang knife flashed and disappeared.

Even the monks on the ground were puzzled, where did Zhang Ye's knife go?

At this moment, Tang Dao suddenly appeared behind the evil spirit, piercing through the evil spirit like a rainbow piercing the sun.

"Shadowless and formless, is this the characteristic of Dream Sand?" Yu Wenhua frowned.

The evil ghost was pierced through and howled to the sky in pain, but it obviously didn't hurt the vitals. Instead, it stretched out its ghost hand and grabbed the top-grade magic weapon.

"Oops!" The monks of the Lingtai were shocked. When fighting, they were most afraid that the magic weapon would fall into the hands of others, and they would be restrained by others. What's more, this was a battle for the magic weapon itself, and no one could control it.

Yu Wenhua was still a little worried at first, but now he breathed a sigh of relief: "Extreme magic weapon, that's all!"

But before he finished his sentence, he saw the ghost's hands glowing red, as if cooking meat with hot oil, making a squeaky sound, the evil ghost howled in pain, and threw the top-grade magic weapon out.

"Subduing demons and subduing ghosts, this is the characteristic of an eminent monk's relic!" Yu Huahua finally couldn't calm down, his face was terrified. Zhang Ye said earlier that he would smelt hundreds of kinds of precious materials into one to complement each other. Yu Huahua didn't believe it, but he didn't expect it. Zhang Ye really did it, what kind of terrifying forging technique is this?

As for the ultimate magic weapon, it has the performance of hundreds of precious materials, without defects, and will be invincible!

The more Yu Wenhua thought about it, the more frightening he became, and he hurriedly shouted: "What are you still doing in a daze, come up with a unique move!"

Everyone frowned, and said that they would let the magic weapon compete by themselves, but Yu Wenhua reminded Qi Ling that he had violated the rules.

But the crowd had no time to denounce it, and saw the evil ghost weapon spirit, holding the ghost head knife, suddenly circling, the speed became faster and faster, like a cloud of black mist, tightly entangled the top-grade magic weapon.

The Seven-Color Tang Saber flashed left and right, unable to break through at all.

The hearts of the cultivators at the Lingtai were suspended, magic weapon, is it really not as good as a spiritual weapon?