The Magical Blacksmith

　　 The iron slamming sounded loudly, just like Zhong Iing’s heart restless, he was a little nervous, like a husband waiting for his wife to give birth, not knowing what Feijian would look like.

　　Zhong Ion walked around in the shop. Because he didn't dare to disturb Zhang Ye, he whispered to Han Linger: "Little baby, my flying sword is broken, how will Boss Zhang fix it?"

　　 "Will the power be reduced if it is repaired?"

　　 "How long will it take to repair?"

　　Zhong Ion is like a question baby, but since the other party is a senior, Han Linger still patiently answered his question in a low voice.

　　 Zhong Ion didn't care much about Han Ling'er's perfect repair. After all, the repaired flying sword is definitely not as easy to use as before, not to mention that it is still cut off.

　　 Zhong Ion does not seek perfection, but seeks not to lose too much power.

　　 In order to relieve the inner tension, Zhong Ion asked casually: "By the way, Little Wawa, you work here, how much does Boss Zhang give you?"

　　 "Five middle-grade spirit stones." Han Linger replied.

　　 "Although it's a bit missing, you still have to do well..." At this point, Zhong Ion was suddenly stunned, "Five middle-grade spirit stones?"

　　 I was lying down, and Zongmen gave Jindan Da Neng such a small amount of money for a month, okay!

　　 "Does your boss still hire people? Don't look at my age, my hands and feet are neat!" Zhong Ion licked his lips, his eyes filled with hope...

　　 After a short while, Zhang Ye stopped forging and said, "It's repaired." Zhong Ion shook his whole body, a little afraid to turn his head.

　　Zhang Ye took Feijian to the front desk, and when he saw the clock Ion turned his back to him, he wondered: "Senior, what are you doing?"

　　Zhong Ion swallowed his saliva and turned his head stiffly. He was anxious, afraid that the flying sword that had been with him for many years would be completely different, and he was afraid that the power of the flying sword would be greatly damaged and fall into the rank...

　　 But, the moment Zhong Ion saw the flying sword in Zhang Ye's hand, his breathing stopped--what a perfect flying sword, it was almost invisible that it had been overhauled, no, it was invisible at all...

　　 Zhong Ion tremblingly took the top-grade flying sword, and he felt it carefully. No matter its weight, length or texture, it was exactly the same as the original flying sword without any change. This restoration was perfect.

　　Zhong Ion suddenly thought of something, urging his spiritual power. Although the appearance of the flying sword is impeccable, but only the power is undiminished, is the real perfect restoration.

　　 However, Zhong Ion does not believe that the power of the flying sword will not decrease after the restoration. He has a bottom in his heart. If only 10% of the power is consumed, he is already very satisfied.

　　 But when the flying sword gradually exuded the power of high-grade magical artifacts, Zhong Ion was stunned. He felt an unprecedented power. Not only did the flying sword not reduce its power, but instead, it increased by 10%!

　　 Is there really a perfect repair technique in this world? This was beyond Zhong Ion's cognition, he stared at Zhang Ye straightforwardly: "Boss Zhang, this...I..." Zhong Ion was already so excited that he didn't know what to say.

　　 Zhang Ye said with a smile: "Except for charges, our shop never disappoints customers."

Zhong Ion found his gaffe, and was a little embarrassed. He stroked the Feijian that had been with him for many years, and suddenly raised his head and said decisively: "Boss Zhang, your craftsmanship is indeed worth the price. It is expensive, but they don’t know the goods. ."

　　Zhong Chung praised Zhang Ye's craftsmanship, and then he bowed to Zhang Ye and expressed his gratitude.

After a while, Zhong Ion thought that he was about to leave. He wanted to try the repaired flying sword. When he left, he suddenly said to Han Ling'er, "Little Wah, you work here at Zhang Ye, and all the clans will do it for you. Proud."

　　 Fart, Zhong Xing said that Han Ling'er was embarrassing to work here when he first came here, now he is proud?

　　Han Ling'er didn't say anything bad, just smiled and nodded. He was very happy to be recognized.

　　 "By the way, Boss Zhang, what will happen after the high-grade artifacts are refined?" Zhong Ion slapped his forehead. Before Elder Wu's middle-grade artifacts became top-grade after being refined, will the top-grade artifacts become spiritual artifacts after being refined? Zhong Ion was particularly excited when he thought of this.

　　 "Try it and you will know." Zhang Ye did not answer directly.

　　 Zhong Ion smiled bitterly, ten high-grade spirit stones, even if he is a golden core power, he is not so rich: "I will try it if I save enough money later."

In fact, Zhong Ion faintly guessed that it is impossible to become a spiritual tool. The high-grade magical tool will increase its power at most after refining. After all, the spiritual tool is spiritual, and the magical tool and the spiritual tool are basically two things. It is not possible to make up for it with a few hammers. Kind of gap.

　　 Zhong Ion thanked again and left.

Zhang Ye looked at the back of Zhong Ion's departure. He didn't force it, only to do business with people who know the goods and those who believe in him, so Zhang Ye would never take the initiative to tell others that high-quality artifacts will become the best artifacts after refining. fact. Of course, there are also reasons why Zhang Ye didn't want to expose the best artifacts in advance.

　　 Today, I made a good start. I made two orders and earned 20 high-grade spirit stones. I believe that in the future, more and more Jindan powers will come to visit.

Han Ling'er handed the money to Zhang Ye, and the moment Zhang Ye got the Qiankun bag, the system took away 90% of the money with lightning speed, but now he is earning high-grade spirit stones, even if only 10% of the proceeds are left. , And also earn more than ever.

　　 Zhang Ye happily took out five middle-grade spirit stones and handed them to Han Linger: "This month's wages."

　　 Han Ling'er covered her mouth and exclaimed: "I only do five days this month, forget it..." Although it was the end of the month, Han Ling'er had only been on the five-day shift.

　　 "Didn't you talk about getting a monthly salary, how many days did I take care of you?" Zhang Ye stuffed five middle-grade spirit stones into Han Linger's hands, "Please continue to work hard next month."

　　Han Ling'er felt embarrassed, but holding the heavy five middle-grade spirit stones, his face flushed with excitement, and he hesitated for a while and said, "Oh, boss!"

　　 In the afternoon, Zhang Ye thought that there were no customers anyway, so he told Han Linger to leave work early.

　　 But Han Ling'er didn't leave, but looked like hesitating and stopping.

　　 "What's wrong?" Zhang Ye asked in confusion, "Now that we are off work, we are friends. If you have anything you want to say, just say it."

"That..." Han Ling'er finally plucked up the courage and said, "Tomorrow, the ranking battle of the inner door will begin. Maybe, I have to take a few days off..." Han Ling'er feels very sad, and only works five days this month. And I have to ask for leave next month.

　　 "Oh, no problem, come on." Zhang Ye recruited a salesperson, originally in order to complete the system task, and now that there are few customers coming to the door, it doesn't matter whether Han Linger comes to work or not.

　　 "Hmm!" At this moment, Han Linger felt that Zhang Ye was the best man in the world except his father.

　　 "By the way, if you can still enter the front ten of the inner door this time, I will prepare a gift for you." Zhang Ye thought that Han Ling'er was his own clerk, so he had to make a point.

　　Han Ling'er, who was encouraged by this kind of encouragement, was about to fly with happiness. She was still dizzy when she returned to the sect. Her face was red and hot, and Zhang Ye's position in her heart rose a lot.

　　 And Zhang Ye closed the door early and issued an order to the forging system: "Broadcast attributes."

　　"The current host attributes are as follows:

　　Name: Zhang Ye

　　 repair for: the initial stage of foundation construction

　　Forging level: 3

　　Forging Skills: Flying Sword Specialization (Magic Tool)

　　 Experience value: 60/1000

　　"

　　 Since getting the Flying Sword Forging Gift Pack, the various forging skills have been merged into the Flying Sword Specialization, which is a lot more concise.

　　 is only 60 experience points, and there is still a long way to go before the forging level is improved.

　　 Zhang Ye asked: "System, why didn't you arrange tasks for me lately?" Doing tasks is one of the ways to improve quickly. Zhang Ye hasn't improved for a long time, so I look forward to it.

　　 "Answer the host, the current level tasks have been completed, please continue to upgrade." The system replied coldly.

　　 "Will you arrange some side quests for me?" Zhang Ye thought that he was rewarded for a day out of business, so he was a little unwilling.

　　 "The side missions will be randomly activated due to the events encountered by the host, and the activation conditions are not currently met." The system paused, "The host can pay for a high-grade spirit stone and purchase a side mission, only once a month."

　　 "Can it be like this?" Zhang Ye's spirits lifted up. Although he now only has two high-grade spirit stones, he feels it is necessary to try it. Moreover, it is the last day of the month. If you don't buy it, you will waste this opportunity.

　　 "Okay, then buy a side mission." Zhang Ye gave the order.

　　 "Ding Dong, get a side quest-please use your own weapon to complete a dragon slaying, and reward your cultivation to a level one."

　　 Zhang Ye looked bewildered, not to mention whether there were any dragons in the spirit world, he said that he found a dragon, and it was not enough to stuff his teeth. How could he ever do it?

　　 Zhang Ye angrily said: "System, can't you give me a task that can be completed now?"

　　 "Side missions, triggered randomly."

　　 "System, I have a sentence that I don't know if it's inappropriate to talk about selling horses and skins?" A piece of high-grade spirit stone was bleached ~ www.ltnovel.com~ Zhang Ye was in pain.

　　 In the end, Zhang Ye decided to gain experience, and he couldn't count on this cheating system.

Soon the next day, dozens of arenas were built on the martial arts field of the Lingtai Sect. Thousands of inner disciples competed by drawing lots. The losers were eliminated, and the winner entered the next round until the inner circle was selected. Ten in front of the door.

　　Han Wushuang asked his disciple Dugu Ce: "Whether it is Ce'er or Ling'er, whoever can make it into the top three, I will pass the last move of Wushuang swordsmanship to whom."

　　 Duguce saw eagerness in his eyes. He closed for a few days in order to go a step further in the Inner Sect Competition. He clasped his fists in both hands: "The disciple will not be insulted."

　　 Since his wife's accident, Han Wushuang has rarely been so energetic.

　　 Han Ling'er saw in his eyes, determined that he must enter the top three to make his father happy and happy, and said: "Father, my child will do our best."

"Yeah." Han Wushuang nodded faintly, and said suddenly, "By the way, Ling'er, I heard that many of the inner disciples have middle-grade magical weapons. You can lend the Feihong sword to your senior, otherwise he will Suffer."

　　Han Linger's eyes were sad. Her father treated Duguce like his own son. In comparison, her biological daughter looked like an outsider. Although Han Ling'er still has a spare medium-grade magic weapon, the Feihong Sword is definitely the best used by Han Ling'er. If it can't be used, she will suffer a lot in the competition.

　　 "Why, not willing?" Han Wushuang asked with frowning a little dissatisfied.

　　 "No." Han Linger didn't dare to disobey his father, and handed the Feihong Sword to Duguce.

　　 Duguce said excitedly: "Don't worry, sister, with the help of Feihong sword, the brother will definitely be able to make the top three."

　　 "Well, I wish my brother a great victory..." Han Linger agreed, laughing a little miserably.