The Magical Blacksmith

　　Ling Taizong exercise field, Tang Tang used the Xuanhuo sword promoted to the middle-grade magic weapon to fight Han Linger, because of equal strength, this time the battle was tied.

　　 Han Ling'er received the sword, and smiled: "Tang Tang, after the Xuanhuo Sword was promoted to a medium-grade artifact, its power is really good!"

　　 "Then you need to say? When I become proficient, I will definitely defeat your Feihong Sword!" Tang Tang said triumphantly.

　　Han Ling'er was noncommittal, but suddenly remembered something, and asked: "By the way, Tang Tang, I heard that you went to the blacksmith shop twice before Zhang Ye helped you refine it. Why is that?"

"Hmph, I'm getting angry when talking about this!" Tang Tang spit out bitter water, "When he first went, he said that he only refines one flying sword a day. We are such a large group of people, so we had to go again the next day. "

"Also, Boss Zhang, it's horrible. It doesn't count that he took ten middle-grade spirit stones and caused my bankruptcy. He also asked me for a treasure, which is really an iron cock. Every bite is blood and tears... "Tang Tang was satisfied with Zhang Ye's forging skills, but expressed anger at Zhang Ye's charges. Anyway, in front of his friends, it would be good to deliberately discredit Zhang Ye.

　　 As for Tang Tang's utmost treasure, it is nothing more than a tattered tortoise shell of which she has no value, but this does not prevent her from bragging, um, in the heart of the old lady, that is the utmost treasure!

Han Ling'er on the side heard that there was another throbbing in her heart. She thought of refining by herself, because she didn’t have enough spirit stones, so she took Zhang Fu seal and put it together. Zhang Ye also used the Heaven Crystal, which was worth far more than the charge, to Feihong. The sword was refined without any difficulties in the whole process, and he was really treated specially by Zhang Ye!

　　Han Ling'er's face is a little hot, what should I do, he is so good to me, should I accept him? No, the iron **** didn't say that he liked me...

　　 Listening to Han Ling'er's broken thoughts, Tang Tang looked dumbfounded and wondered: "Beauty Han, what are you talking about, iron **** likes you?"

　　Han Ling'er was startled, blushed to the neck, and said, "Bad Tangtang!" Without looking back, he drove the flying sword and disappeared into the martial arts field.

　　 Tang Tang watched Han Ling'er go away, and was startled for a long time, then suddenly sighed: "Fuck, you are doing evil..."

　　 Zhang Ye was taking a lunch break in the smithy, and a sneeze woke him up for no reason, caught a cold? No, this seat is a monk in the late stage of Qi refining. Well, someone must have a crush on me behind his back, yes, it must be so!

　　 Zhang Ye was satisfied, turned over and continued to snore and take a nap.

　　 Day by day, the news that Zhang Ye was able to refine lower-grade artifacts into middle-grade artifacts spread like a plague. Not only did it spread in Lingtai sect, but even casual practitioners in Lingtai Town heard the wind.

　　 Before dawn, there must be a group of people waiting outside Zhang Ye's blacksmith shop for a long time. As soon as the door opened, people flocked in and took out flying swords and spirit stones: "Boss Zhang, seek refinement! Seek overthrow! Seek monthly pass!"

　　What are some things about the monthly pass? Zhang Ye couldn't figure it out, but looking at these crazy monks, it was like the concubines in the harem who couldn't wait to wait for the emperor's favor. They were hungry and resentful. Zhang Ye was entangled in his heart. It was not good to turn over whose brand.

　　 There was a thin little monk who could not squeeze in front, crying behind the crowd, "Boss Zhang, this is my third day!"

　　 This little man Zhang Ye was a little impressed. He seemed to have been here many times, and he reached out and pointed out, "Who is the one inside, you are the only one!"

　　 The little guy is like winning a big prize: "It's me, Boss Zhang said it's me, haha..."

People sighed and looked at the little man with envy, while the little man howled and squeezed away from the crowd. After handing the flying sword and the spirit stone into Zhang Ye's hands, he was incoherent with excitement: "Thank you, boss Zhang, and thank my parents. , Thank you for the awe-inspiring righteousness of this world..."

Zhang Ye was satisfied, collected the spirit stone, took the flying sword and prepared to go to the back hall for refining. As for the other monks who were not selected by Zhang Ye, he still refused to leave. After all, he witnessed the promotion of a low-grade artifact to a middle-grade artifact. It is also a rare thing, and even never gets tired of it.

　　 But at this moment, an indifferent voice sounded: "Hold on."

　　Following the prestige, what a handsome young man in white, with sword eyebrows and stars, and a sword hanging from his waist, the female monks couldn't help screaming as soon as he appeared.

　　 Although the white-clothed boy did not wear the Lingtai sect costume, many people recognized it.

　　 "This is...the first in the inner gate of the Lingtai Sect, the Star Swordsman-Li Xingchen!" The free repairmen shouted in shock.

　　 "Building the pinnacle of the foundation, half the golden core, the one Li Xingchen who once killed the golden core beast king?"

　　 "Yes, it's him!"

　　 As for the disciples of the Lingtai Sect, they bowed their heads and saluted respectfully: "Brother!"

　　 It looked like a great man came. While Zhang Ye was watching Li Xingchen, Li Xingchen also looked at him.

　　 Li Xingchen's gaze had a kind of indifference that despised the people of the world. After looking at Zhang Ye for a moment, Li Xingchen said, "You are the blacksmith who can refine the lower-grade magical tools into the middle-grade magical weapons?"

　　 These monks who came to the blacksmith shop, who met Zhang Ye didn't call him Boss Zhang or Master Zhang respectfully, but Li Xingchen's tone was disdainful and called the blacksmith.

　　 Although Zhang Ye's identity is indeed a blacksmith, he is not an ordinary blacksmith, and Li Xingchen is a little offensive when he calls it this way. The atmosphere suddenly becomes embarrassing. Whether it is a disciple of San Xiu or Lingtai Sect, his brows are frowned.

　　 But Zhang Ye didn't pay much attention. After all, he was indeed a blacksmith. He nodded, "It should be me."

　　 Although this is very common, everyone smiles, yes, no, no, what should it be? Everyone found Boss Zhang's answer interesting, and the awkward atmosphere disappeared a lot.

　　 Li Xingchen's face was not sad or happy, and he took out a flying sword from the Qiankun bag: "Oh, then you refine this sword for me. Move quickly. I'm in a hurry."

　　 Li Xingchen's words are not tepid, but everyone can feel that Li Xingchen is completely a pair of my flying sword for you, which is your honor.

　　 Li Xingchen's arrogance is supported by the corresponding strength, and he is noncommittal, but everyone's heart is tight, because everyone knows that Zhang Ye only refines one flying sword every day, and there is no exception.

　　If Li Xingchen had come one step earlier, everyone would not dare to compete with him for a spot, but the point is, just a few breaths ago, Zhang Ye had already taken the order, how can it be done now? Does Zhang Ye want to reject the famous Star Swordsman? However, the people who disobeyed Li Xingchen in the past are all dead...

　　 Just when everyone squeezed a cold sweat for Zhang Ye, Zhang Ye seemed very relaxed: "Oh, hurry up tomorrow."

Fuck, a person took a deep breath and slandered. I said Zhang Da. We know that you are very principled, but this is a star swordsman. Even if you only refine one flying sword every day, can it be tactful? point? Just hurry up tomorrow morning, don't offend the star swordsman to death!

　　 Li Xingchen's gaze was filled with sullen anger, but he still maintained an indifferent and calm posture, cast his gaze on the sword in Zhang Ye's hand, and said coldly: "Whose sword?"

　　 The little man trembled all over, with a cold sweat. He gritted his teeth, knowing what Li Xingchen meant, and walked to Zhang Ye: "Boss Zhang, I won't practice swords today."

　　 Zhang Ye looked at the grievances on the little man's face, then looked at the domineering Li Xingchen, he smiled: "The money that goes into my pocket has never been used again."

Hearing Zhang Ye’s words, everyone felt that it was an iron cock, but it was not a derogatory term at this moment. They knew that the little man succumbed to Li Xingchen’s coercion and prepared to withdraw the order, and Zhang Ye used this method to indirectly defend the little man. Vested interests.

　　The most touching thing is the little man, his nose is sour, and he almost cried, saying that Boss Zhang is unkind. At this moment, he knew that Boss Zhang is the real temperament, much better than **** fellow!

"Boss Zhang, I don’t want the money. Please return the sword." The little man knew Zhang Ye was doing his own good, but he knew the gratitude report. Zhang Ye’s words were enough, so he didn’t want to hurt Zhang Ye. I would rather not have the money, but also cancel the order.

　　 "When I am here in a dark shop? How can anyone take money and do nothing, don't worry, you can do it in half an hour." Zhang Ye patted the little man on the shoulder, turned and walked towards the backstage.

　　 Everyone in the shop, UU reading www.uukanshu.com was all moved by Zhang Ye's integrity. Even in the face of power, he still adheres to his principles. What a courage!

The little man looked at Li Xingchen with fearful eyes again, and the anger in Li Xingchen's eyes seemed to be true. He hesitated for a moment and slammed a Qiankun bag at Zhang Ye. Because of the fast speed, Zhang Ye couldn't avoid it and was hit in the back of the head. .

　　 "Isn't it money? There are 20 middle-grade spirit stones in it, double the price, give me a sword." Li Xingchen said arrogantly.

　　 Everyone understood that Li Xingchen was humiliating him, and they were all resentful for Zhang Ye, but they were helpless, because Li Xingchen was so powerful, like a mountain, they didn't dare to overstep it.

　　 Zhang Ye slowly turned around, looked at the Qiankun bag on the ground, then looked at Li Xingchen again, and shook his head: "No matter how much money, we can't break the rules."

　　 "Heh, then I want to try it!" Li Xingchen sneered, took out one after another Qiankun bag, and smashed it on Zhang Ye's body. Although it didn't hurt or itchy, it was an extreme insult.

　　 After smashing four or five Universe Bags, Li Xingchen saw that Zhang Ye was still indifferent and found a red spar. Everyone took a breath. Although they hated Li Xingchen's attitude, they still exclaimed: "High-grade Lingshi!"

Li Xingchen liked the way these miscellaneous fish had never seen the world. A smug smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he stared directly at Zhang Ye: "Rules are used to break the rules. Give me swords. Master rewards you. of."

Li Xingchen used a trace of the power to build the pinnacle. The high-grade spirit stone was shot at Zhang Ye like a cannonball. Zhang Ye was only in the late stage of qi refining, and it was a full state. How could he avoid it. The spirit stone hit Zhang Ye directly. On his chest, he took two steps back to stabilize his figure, and then a mouthful of blood came out.

　　 "Boss Zhang!" The crowd screamed, but they didn't dare to intervene.