The Magical Blacksmith

　　Dugu Ce? Zhang Ye's eyes were angry and fierce, and that funny thing jumped out again?

　　 "Tang Tang, don't talk nonsense..." Han Ling'er gave Tang Tang a look, but Tang Tang didn't care about that much, as if he had come to complain on a special trip, and yelled, "What nonsense, I!"

"Previously I thought Han Ling'er was hiding his strength and didn't use the Feihong Sword. What happened? I saw Duguce was using it to kill the Quartet, but it was awesome!" Tang Tang said angrily, "If you borrow it on weekdays, forget it. But at such an important juncture in the inner gate competition, without Feihong Sword, how would you make it into the top ten?"

　　 Zhang Ye probably knew the reason, and asked Han Ling'er, "Why did you lend the Feihong Sword to Duguce?"

　　 After all, Zhang Ye helped refine the Feihong Sword. Han Ling'er was a little guilty, but she didn't want to tell the truth, so she explained: "Brother Dugu can get a better ranking with Feihong Sword, and I am willing to lend it to him."

"Not really!" Tang Tang knew Han Ling'er very well, and directly refuted her words, "Boss Zhang, I just came to make a special complaint. Ling'er's father especially loves that Dugu Ce. He must have arranged it and let Ling'er take care of it. Feijian lent Dugu Cechong's ranking, tell me, how can there be such a cruel father in the world!"

　　 Tang Tang was straightforward, not afraid of offending people, and directly pointed out the key to the problem.

　　Han Ling'er didn't blame Tang Tang, but hurriedly explained: "It's not easy for my father, he arranged this way, there must be his reason..."

　　 Seeing Han Ling'er's kind-hearted appearance, Zhang Ye couldn't bear to scold him, but looked at Tang Tang: "Okay, I see, do you have anything else?"

　　 Tang Tang’s loud voice stopped abruptly, and Zhang Ye’s reaction was not right?

　　 But Zhang Ye said that. Tang Tang is not good at talking about this. After thinking about it, he said: "Boss Zhang, you see I made a special trip to give you a small report and help me maintain Feijian for free?"

　　 "Ten high-grade spirit stones." Zhang Ye said unkindly.

　　 "Iron cock!" Tang Tang didn't really intend that Zhang Ye could help for free, so he asked, just to see how much Zhang Ye attaches importance to it.

As Han Ling'er's best friend, the main purpose of her visit this time is to let Zhang Ye help solve the problem that Han Ling'er does not have a handy weapon. After all, Han Ling'er is now an employee of Zhang Ye's shop, and she also feels that Han Ling'er treats Zhang Ye His feelings surpassed friendship.

　　 But, Zhang Ye's ruthless look made Tang Tang understand that Zhang Ye would not help!

　　 "Boss Zhang, I'm so disappointed in you!" Tang Tang came angrily, then left angrily.

　　 After Tang Tang left, Han Linger didn't know what to say, and said apologetically: "Zhang Ye, I'm sorry."

　　 "What did you do wrong?" Zhang Ye asked.

　　Han Ling'er was a little stunned, doesn't Zhang Ye blame himself for lending the Feihong Sword to Dugu Ce?

　　 Zhang Ye saw Han Ling'er's thoughts and said, "The Feihong Sword is yours, and whoever you want to lend is your freedom."

　　 "But..." Zhang Ye paused, and said solemnly, "I hope that your kindness will not come at the cost of wronging yourself."

　　 Zhang Ye's words touched Han Ling'er's heart, her nose was sour, and she almost cried, but she hurriedly skimmed the beginning and wiped away the tears, then blushed her eyes and forced a smile: "What the boss taught!"

　　 Zhang Ye looked at her like this, both distressed and helpless.

　　 "Closed, it is closed today." Zhang Ye said.

　　Han Ling'er was shocked, thinking that he was making Zhang Ye feel bad, because every time Zhang Ye closed the door, he said that he was in a bad mood, and hurriedly said: "Zhang Ye, don't you be like this..."

　　 "Come with me to go shopping." Zhang Ye said, and walked out of the shop. Seeing Han Linger still stunned, Zhang Ye asked, "Will you go?"

　　Han Linger blushed: "Go."

　　 Zhang Ye went straight to the market, Han Ling'er did not dare to speak, just like a little girl, following every step.

　　 Incidentally, the Lingtai Sect Inner Sect competition was a grand event that attracted many casual practitioners. There are many more people in Lingtai Town than in the past, especially on the market side. Han Ling'er was hit by people several times because of injuries. Her brows were frowned with pain, but she didn't dare to fall behind and followed Zhang Ye. .

　　 At this moment, Zhang Ye suddenly slowed down, staying in the same position as Han Ling'er, and then stretched out his hand to hold Han Ling'er's little hand.

　　 Han Ling'er trembled all over and froze on the spot.

　　 "Don't get lost." Zhang Ye didn't look back, leading Han Ling'er, and walked forward again.

　　 Han Linger's heart was bumped against the deer. Although she felt that it was not good to do it in the public, she did not withdraw her hand after all, so she was led by Zhang Ye, and walked safely in the crowd.

　　 There are many more tourists in the market, but there are many good things on sale, but the price is much higher than usual.

　　 Zhang Ye looked around and squatted down in front of a middle-aged man’s booth, reaching out for something.

　　 "Hey, who let you touch it!" the stall owner said quickly.

　　 "Don't you sell it?" Zhang Ye frowned, there are a few good things on this stall.

"Selling is of course selling drops, but only those who can afford it can touch it!" The stall owner was a bit contemptuous. The things he sold at his stall were all high-end goods, and only monks above the golden core had the power to buy, Zhang Ye It's just a period of refining qi, naturally despise.

　　 "Oh." Zhang Ye answered indifferently, and regardless of the stall owner's objection, he picked up the two pieces of metal in front of him.

　　 The stall owner frowned and scolded, "Look at a fart, and don't know what it is, let me put it down quickly!"

　　Zhang Ye didn't care about that much, just holding two **** of metal, one red and one yellow, and asked Han Ling'er on the side: "Which color do you like?"

　　 "Huh?" Han Linger was taken aback, Zhang Ye was shopping and asked what he did? But he still said: "Hehe, red is pretty."

　　 The stall owner looked at the two silently, really came to join in the fun, and judged good or bad by color, isn’t it stupid? He was about to reprimand him. He never thought Zhang Ye nodded, put the yellow metal back, took the red metal and said, "Boss, I bought the Phoenix Blood Gold, how much is it?"

　　 "Hehe, you don't even know what this is..." The stall owner was about to make a mockery, but suddenly he was taken aback and asked in surprise, "Do you recognize this as Phoenix Blood Gold?"

In the entire spiritual realm of cultivation, there are so many exotic metals that even the top material vendors can’t recognize them. For example, this phoenix blood gold, which is red all over, might be mistaken for the ancestors of the primordial infants to be animal blood gold. I didn’t expect this little one. The Qi-refining cultivator has such a vision!

　　 "Well, is there a problem? Let's make a price." Zhang Ye said lightly.

　　 The stall owner smiled: "Okay, I can recognize that you are a bit capable of phoenix blood gold, but these three catties of phoenix blood gold are worth 50 middle-grade spirit stones, you can't afford it!"

　　 Han Linger first said that red is good-looking, so she just said casually. Zhang Ye decided to buy it unexpectedly, and when he heard the vendor’s offer, he hurriedly said: "Zhang Ye, Phoenix blood gold is too expensive. What are you buying for?"

　　 The stall owner heard Han Ling'er's words with a hint of contempt in his eyes, and he verified his guess. He really couldn't afford it. He could not afford fifty medium-grade spirit stones, and he could save a little monk like this for at least a hundred years!

　　 Before Zhang Ye could say anything, the stall owner said: "Okay, since you recognize Fengxuejin, I won't trouble you. Put things down and get out."

　　 Although the stall owner is a casual cultivator, he is also a golden core cultivator. When he said this, he was naturally full of confidence.

　　 "Buy it to practice hands." Zhang Ye answered Han Ling'er first, and Han Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't buy it for himself.

　　 Then Zhang Ye held the Phoenix Blood Gold and looked at the stall owner with a smile but a smile: "Why can't I afford it? Believe it or not, you'll have to pour me fifty middle-grade spirit stones later."

"Oh, if you are young and good, don’t learn, don’t the scholars charge protection fees?" The stall owner seemed to have heard the big joke, "Let’s not say that Elder Wu sits here, he can kill him with one hand. Do you believe it or not?"

　　 But the next moment, the stall owner almost bit his tongue, because Zhang Ye handed him a dazzling high-grade spirit stone.

　　 Fuck, are the current Qi training monks so rich?

　　 "I said you have to pour me 50th grade spirit stones." Zhang Ye smiled.

　　 The stall owner recovered from his surprise, his old face blushed, and he immediately clasped his fists and said, "I was rude earlier, forgive me."

　　 can take out the top-grade spirit stone, UU reading www. Naturally, uukanshu.com is not an ordinary Qi-refining monk, and the stall owner did not sit on the floor to raise the price, so he completed the transaction according to the 50-grade spirit stone mentioned earlier.

　　 Zhang Ye put the phoenix blood gold and the recovered money into the Qiankun bag, holding Han Ling'er's hand again, and walking back.

"Zhang Ye, don't you want to go shopping?" Han Ling'er was led by Zhang Ye and didn't say anything, but watching Zhang Ye walk outside the bazaar, she was a little bit reluctant. After all, Zhang Ye wouldn't lead herself anymore. .

　　 "It's almost there." Zhang Ye replied lightly, Han Ling'er was a little depressed, and walked in despair.

　　 However, after a while, Han Linger discovered that even though he walked out of the market, Zhang Ye still did not let go...

　　 Although she is reluctant to let go of Zhang Ye's hand, she must be reserved by the girl. After all, there is no reason to hold hands with Zhang Ye anymore.

　　 "That...Zhang Ye, I'm going now." Han Ling'er said like a mosquito.

　　 "The ground is slippery." Zhang Ye said politely as he looked ahead.

　　 It rained a little in the morning, and there were some water stains on the ground, but, monk, even if the ground is all oily, it’s not slippery, okay?

　　 Han Linger sneered, but did not reveal it, pretending to be slippery on the ground, tightly holding Zhang Ye's hand...

　　 Back at the door of the blacksmith's shop, Zhang Ye just let go of Han Linger's hand. In fact, he was somewhat reluctant to hold the fragrance in his hand, but now, there was really no reason.

　　Han Linger bit her lip without saying anything, and followed Zhang Ye into the blacksmith's shop.

　　 "Wait for me." Zhang Ye walked to the backstage and confessed inexplicably, Han Ling'er was a little puzzled, but he didn't get off work anyway, so he lay on the counter and watched Zhang Ye strike the iron in a daze.

　　 And the golden blood of phoenix, after Zhang Ye's tempering, gradually took on the appearance of a sword...