The Magical Blacksmith

　　 Rakshasa is the guardian of the underworld, as well as evil spirits, immortal and immortal. If it is allowed to descend on the spiritual or mortal realms, it will suffocate the creatures and cause catastrophe.

The elder 　　 saw that the rift showed signs of being torn apart, he slapped his heart, and spit out a mass of blood and flew towards the dim soul-gathering streamer.

　　 The soul gathering flag has the blessing of the essence and blood of the elder, the brilliance is flowing, and the suffocation is soaring. Under the control of the elder, it is like a piece of cloth, which wraps the crack layer by layer.

　　 Rakshasa's hands were struggling and tearing in the spirit gathering flags. The mana of the elders was like a rushing river, and they were injected into the spirit gathering flags without money to suppress the agitation of the Rakshasa.

　　 To the back, the elder's noodles were like hot gilding, almost to the point where the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry, then Rakshasa gradually stopped struggling.

The elder sighed in relief and prepared to remove the soul gathering flag, but suddenly, the Rakshasa hand in the soul gathering flag increased its strength. The soul gathering flag bulged a sharp, hissing sound, and the ugly and hideous hand of Raksha appeared in This world.

　　 The great elder spouted a mouthful of blood and almost couldn't stand his figure. If Han Linger hadn't seen the opportunity quickly, he quickly supported the great elder, otherwise the ancestor of the primordial infant would have to sit on the ground.

　　 But the great elder didn't consider his injury, he just stared straight at the Rakshasa hand, and immediately used only a little mana left, ready to fight Raksha. At this moment, a figure in Tsing Yi came to the ground like thunder.

　　The person here wore a green gauze, like a young girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, but she was unparalleled in power, and all the people present had an impulse to worship.

　　 "Sovereign!" The Great Elder breathed a sigh of relief, showing shame on his face.

　　 "Yeah!" The girl in Tsing Yi did not turn her head, but only faintly agreed. Then she pulled out the saber around her waist and gave a clear whistle.

　　 The sword is as powerful as a dragon, just like the invincible Rakshasa hand, breaking at the sound, and black blood gushing out.

　　 A roar of Raksha came from the crack between the two worlds, but it suffered a loss and did not dare to break through the crack forcibly and retreated to the underworld.

　　 The time and space cracks recovered and disappeared, the girl in Tsing Yi stretched out her hand, and the soul-gathering flag fell into her hand, her eyebrows frowned: "It has been kept for a hundred years, no longer used."

　　 The voice of the girl in Tsing Yi is very pleasant, but Han Wushuang on the side listened to it, like falling into the ice cellar. He must not use the soul gathering flag for a hundred years. The dream of resurrecting his wife will be shelved indefinitely.

　　The great elder respectfully accepted the soul gathering flag: "Follow the command of the lord."

　　 The girl in Tsing Yi glanced at Han Wushuang and his daughter, did not say anything, turned into a blue light and disappeared.

The elder took the soul gathering flag and looked at Han Wushuang who was stunned, and persuaded: "The soul gathering flag has run out of oil and the lamp has withered. If it is used forcibly again, it will not only have no effect but will be completely destroyed. You leave a hope, I hope you can understand the good intentions of her old man."

　　Han Wushuang was lifted up by Han Ling'er, his expression was a bit miserable: "The disciple understands, it's just a little unwilling."

　　 Immediately, Han Wushuang took his daughter and saluted the great elder: "Thank you for the great elder's help."

　　Although Zhao Ya's soul was not able to be taken back from the underworld, the elder was seriously injured for this, so naturally he was very grateful. Moreover, if Han Wushuang controlled the soul gathering flag, he didn't know what the consequences would be. The fierceness of the Rakshasa would make people feel lingering now.

The elder 　　 didn't help, and he didn't feel uncomfortable, so he sighed and left.

　　Han Ling'er comforted her father for a while. In order to divert her attention, she asked: "Father, why does the suzerain look so young?"

　　Han Ling'er had only heard that the lord was a female monk. Today, it was the first time she saw her, so she naturally felt curious.

Han Wushuang came back to his senses, with a serious and awe-inspiring face: "The Sect Master is extremely talented and enlightened when he was young, so youth is forever!" Han Wushuang paused, remembering something, "Speaking of which, how did you get the Great Elder to help? "

　　 Han Ling'er didn't know how to explain the strange task of the elder to his father. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "It's nothing big, just helping the sect run errands."

　　Han Wushuang didn't think much about it. Every disciple would help the sect to do what he could, and he also had the obligation to keep it confidential. He nodded: "No matter how big or small the matter is, you must do your best."

　　 "Yeah." Han Linger blushed and nodded.

　　……

　　 Zhang Ye has been busy from morning to evening. When he repaired the last flying sword, he heard a ding in his mind, and the system prompted: "The experience value is full, the forging level is increased, and the host attributes are as follows——

　　Name: Zhang Ye

　　 repair for: the initial stage of foundation construction

　　Forging level: 3

　　Forging skills: creating flying swords (extreme artifacts), refining flying swords (inferior artifacts), repairing flying swords (inferior artifacts)

　　 Experience value: 0/1000

　　"

　　 Zhang Ye wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he finally upgraded without losing his effort.

　　 "Since the host's forging level has reached 3, the material mall is opened..."

　　 This is the most anticipated feature of Zhang Ye. In the future, you will no longer have to run materials around to create magical artifacts. It is more worry-free to buy directly in the material store.

According to the method taught by the system, Zhang Ye put his consciousness into the material mall. There are endless materials, including metals, ores, and crystals. There are thousands of types. Even the extinct materials in the world are piled up inside. Hill.

　　 The system said that these materials will be automatically replenished after they are used, so there is no need to worry about running out. Of course, there is a prerequisite for Zhang Ye to have enough money.

　　 Zhang Ye has opened a shop for so many days. Although he has been exploited by the system, he still has a poor family background. He is thinking about the process of trying to buy some metal in the material mall.

　　 Zhang Ye saw the fine iron piled up into hills, the listed price was five pieces of low-grade spirit stones, Zhang Ye smiled from ear to ear, at least ten thousand catties of fine iron, so cheap? Zhang Ye pondered, buying the materials from the system, and then reselling them to the monks outside, there will be hundreds of thousands of profits. This must be a loophole in the system, but Xiaoye is not so stupid to report.

　　 Fighting with the sky, fighting with the earth, fighting with the system, the joy is endless. Zhang Ye held back his smile and waved his hand: "Here is five yuan."

　　 The system deducted five low-grade spirit stones. While Zhang Ye was wondering where to pile 10,000 jin of fine iron, a fist-sized fine iron appeared in Zhang Ye's hand.

　　 "The system, the sample is good, but what about other fine irons?" Zhang Ye asked with a smile.

　　 "Fine iron is priced at five lower-grade spirit stones per catty, and it has been successfully purchased." The system said coldly.

　　 "Fuck..." Zhang Ye was dumbfounded, dare to be in love with those listed prices, what does it mean per catty? Then this is not cheap at all, but expensive to the sky, it's really a black shop!

　　 Zhang Ye angrily said: "Even if the fine iron outside, a low-grade spirit stone can buy two catties, you are too dark, I protest!"

　　 "If the host doesn't need it, this system can uninstall the material mall." The system choked back after a word, Zhang Ye was so angry, now he can feel the customer's feelings.

　　 Looking at a pound of fine iron worth five pieces of low-grade spirit stones in his hand, Zhang Ye was really dumbfounded, and really wanted to uninstall this ten times more expensive material mall. But then Zhang Ye realized that there are many extinct treasures in the material mall. Anyway, the wool is on the sheep, and the material mall is always useful in the future, and he said, "Forget it, keep it."

Not long after, the system screamed: "The host's forging level reaches 3, and receive the current level task: as the future forging god, how can he be entangled in mundane affairs, recruit a clerk, and reward Feijian forging spree (artifact level) ."

The Feijian Forging Gift Pack contains all Feijian forging techniques. As long as it is at the level of the magical artifact, no matter what grade it is, it can be repaired, refined or built. This is exactly what Zhang Ye needs now, because he dare not now In the business of top-grade artifacts, he only dared to repair and refine lower-grade artifacts. The money was too slow. This is what he often laments. Being too good is also a burden.

　　 As for the task of hiring shop assistants, it is easy. With the reputation of the smithy now, let alone mortals, I am afraid that the cultivators will rush to work in the smithy.

But then Zhang Ye frowned again. Although it is easy to recruit a clerk, it is difficult to recruit a clerk with good personal qualities. After all, everyone has a blacksmith shop, and as a boss, he can resist the temptation (in fact, there is a systematic Supervision), but the clerk cannot stand the sugar-coated cannonballs, and accept the benefits, which will ruin the reputation of the blacksmith's shop.

　　 After thinking about it, Zhang Yesi decided to delay two days before considering hiring a clerk.

The next day, Zhang Ye opened the door for business and saw Han Ling'er in the crowd at a glance. She was the only friend of Zhang Ye who came to the realm of comprehension. She greeted him rarely, "Fairy Han, are you here again? Is there anything important? "

　　 "No, I just want you to help repair the flying sword." Han Ling'er was a little afraid to look at Zhang Ye's eyes, and said in a panic.

　　 "Oh, then show me Feijian?" Zhang Ye asked.

　　 Han Ling'er shook his head: "They came first. You can help them repair the flying sword first."

　　 "That's OK." Zhang Ye did not refuse, after all, it would be Han Linger's turn after all.

　　 But once Zhang Ye got up to work, UU read www.uukānshu.com and forgot everything. He only knew how to make swords. And Han Ling'er brought six broken flying swords, not wanting to delay other people's time, and always letting others...

　　In the afternoon, Zhang Ye finished his last flying sword, thinking that it was about to close the door, but suddenly he saw that Han Ling'er hadn't left yet, and wondered: "Fairy Han, why are you still here? I'm going to close the door."

　　Han Ling'er came back to his senses, oh, he was about to leave, Zhang Ye patted his forehead, and remembered something: "Did I forget to repair the flying sword for you?"

　　 "It's okay." Anyway, this is a long-term task. Don't worry, and Han Linger doesn't want Zhang Ye to work overtime after a day of tiredness, so he plans to come back tomorrow and leave.

　　 "Wait." Zhang Ye pondered this as his own negligence, and stopped Han Linger, "It won't be long, I'll fix it for you."

　　 Without waiting for Han Ling'er to refuse, Zhang Ye directly took the Universe Bag in her hand and took out six damaged flying swords. Zhang Ye originally thought that only one flying sword needed to be repaired. He never thought there would be six.

　　Han Ling'er said embarrassedly: "These are all the damaged flying swords in the Zongmen warehouse. I'll come back tomorrow."

When 　　 said something, splashed out the water, Zhang Ye took the flying sword and walked into the backstage: "Help me close the door."

　　 closed the door because he was afraid that other monks would also come to ask Zhang Ye to work overtime, but he did not intend to give others face.

　　Han Ling'er couldn't refuse, so he obeyed Zhang Ye's instructions and closed the gate of the blacksmith shop.

At the moment when the door was closed, Han Linger suddenly thought that Zhang Ye had never left work on time. He never wanted to work overtime to make swords for himself. The most important thing is that lone men and widows live in the same room. When they think of this, Han Linger’s little face blushes hot. My heart is pounding...