The Magical Blacksmith

Although Yin Wenbin felt that this Tiangong forging technique was fake in all likelihood, Yuan Ying’s ancestor personally said that he was not qualified to refute, so he said coldly: “No matter what inheritance you have, you can’t fight me! "

　　 Yin Wenbin took out a cylinder of quenching water from the Qiankun bag. The water was shining, and there was a faint blue brilliance. The Jindan monks were chatting in full swing, but when they saw this cylinder of water, they became silent.

　　 After a moment of silence, the cultivators exploded the pot: "Fuck... the spirit gathering fairy water, the water quality is one level higher than the rootless fairy water!"

　　 "I heard that there are only two spiritual springs in the Eastern Region that can produce Gathering Immortal Water, but they dried up hundreds of years ago. Why are there still Gathering Immortal Water?"

　　 "Is he going to use it for quenching? Oh, it hurts, just let me take a bite."

　　The golden core cultivators were extremely eager. If they didn't take into account that the other party was a disciple of the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion, they couldn't help but **** them. After all, for them, this is a treasure that can benefit them more than the best spirit stone or the immortal stone.

Yin Wenbin smiled triumphantly. He felt that he had finally found a spot. He exclaimed: "Since you all know that it is the Spirit Gathering Fairy Water, I won't repeat it anymore. As the saying goes, a good horse is equipped with a good saddle, and a good forging is of course necessary. Use a good water source for quenching..." After a pause, he looked at Zhang Ye, "Boss Zhang, I wonder what kind of water do you use for quenching?"

　　While speaking, Yin Wenbin looked at Zhang Ye's quenching pool, then shook his head and laughed. It was a desperate dead water without any spiritual fluctuations. Think about it, how could such a remote cultivation market town have a good source of water? Really lonely master.

　　 Zhang Ye did not answer Yin Wenbin. The water melted by the dignified sky-filling stone, together with this kind of spirit gathering water, said that it was worthless, so I was too lazy to answer. Even if Zhang Ye wanted to say it, there was only one sentence—Juling Fairy Water, what kind of **** is that!

　　Zhang Ye's silence made Yin Wenbin feel that he was inferior, and he felt proud. This is the absolute crush of Tianbing Pavilion on the country blacksmith shop!

　　 "Boss Zhang, if you beg me, maybe I can lend you a scoop of Gathering Immortal Water for quenching?" Yin Wenbin mocked, actually even asking him would not give it, just teasing Zhang Ye.

　　 Yin Wenbin took out the re-calcined flying sword, and used the special technique of the Tianbing Pavilion to quench it into the Spirit Gathering Immortal Water. In an instant, the brilliance flowed, and the smell was fragrant...

　　The golden core monks were intoxicated breathing the aroma in the air. This was the steam from the Juling Immortal Water. Even if they couldn't drink the water, they felt that the bottleneck was loosened a lot after smelling the scent.

　　 The great elder saw such embarrassment of the golden core master inside the door, and he snorted coldly, and a gust of wind blew away the steam in the room, and the monks came back to their senses, blushing and embarrassed.

　　 But Yin Wenbin still saw this scene, shook his head and laughed, Lingtaizong, but so!

Immediately, Yin Wenbin looked at Zhang Ye again and made sense. Zhang Ye’s furnace could calcinate the flying sword in a blink of an eye, but this time, Zhang Ye burned it for a long time, and, at such a high temperature, the flying sword did not melt. That's weird.

　　Zhang Ye can control the shamisen real fire as he wants, but don't worry about the flying sword melting. The reason why he burned for a long time this time was mainly because he wanted to use the shamisen real fire to forcibly change some of the characteristics of jade iron.

　　 The time is almost here, Zhang Ye took out the jade flying sword and threw it directly into the quenching pool...

　　 Flying sword forging has reached the final stage, and the monks recalled the entire sword forging process. Although Zhang Ye can always surprise people, every step of Yin Wenbin's side is like doing art, whether it is forging a sword or quenching, every move is pleasing and beautiful.

　　Although the monks are from Zhang Ye's camp, they also sincerely praise Yin Wenbin as a forger from the Celestial Armed Forces Pavilion.

　　 Yin Wenbin was proud of seeing everyone's applauding eyes. He was born in Tianbing Pavilion, and compared with Zhang Ye, it was like the regular army trained by the court and the local militia, without the slightest comparability.

　　 At this time, after the sword was quenched, Yin Wenbin snorted coldly, and took the sword from his hand. He said, "Everyone, please close your eyes."

　　 Why close your eyes? The cultivators were a little confused, even a little annoyed, and said, "Why close your eyes? Don't you let the flying sword forged by you be seen?"

　　 Yin Wenbin smiled, did not explain anything, took the quenched flying sword out of the water, and for a while, the dazzling white light resembled the sun, piercing a group of golden core cultivators into tears.

　　 "Fuck, I'm blind..."

　　 The monks hurriedly blocked the light with their hands. Although they were curious about the sword forged by Yin Wenbin, they did not dare to look directly at it at this moment.

　　 Only the great elder, such as the ancestor of the Nascent Soul, dare to look directly at the flying sword in such a light. Even if the great elder does not like Yin Wenbin, he has to say that the sword forged by Yin Wenbin is perfect. It is worth mentioning that Yin Wenbin's sword uses a diamond-shaped blade. Although it lacks agility and sharpness, it is undoubtedly the strongest structure.

　　 The great elder understood that Yin Wenbin’s sword was entirely a tool for defeating Zhang Ye, and did not consider its real use as a top-grade artifact. This is also the reason why the great elder thought it was perfect rather than truly perfect.

　　 However, the game is a game, Yin Wenbin did so, the odds of winning are much bigger. Thinking of this, the elder hurriedly looked at Zhang Ye, wanting to know what Zhang Ye’s sword looked like when it was quenched?

In the dazzling white glow, Zhang Ye explored his hand and took the sword. A bit of dark green brilliance gradually emerged, but this touch of green seemed so insignificant compared to the fierce white glow. The great elder had a look of disappointment. Generally speaking, The strength of the magic weapon Baoguang determines the strength of the strength.

　　 But when the hilt of the sword was exposed, the green light flourished. At least in the backstage of the blacksmith shop, the green light replaced the white light, and the elder nodded. It seems that the sword forged by Zhang Ye is not much worse than Yin Wenbin.

　　 The two rays of light are offset, and the Golden Core cultivators feel that they are not so dazzling. They can barely open their eyes and watch the two lights in the blacksmith shop.

　　 "Great Elder, why is this green light and white light so distinct that there is a sense of incompatible water and fire?" Lights are fused with each other and can never be mutually exclusive. Some monks can't help but ask.

The elder 　　 said: "The magical soldier is born, with its own power, and there are two magical soldiers under one roof. Naturally, no one will obey the other."

　　 The monks sighed: "So, boss Zhang and Yin Wenbin haven't played against each other yet, are the magic soldiers fighting first?"

　　 "If the brilliance of the two swords is divided into high and low, does it also prove the forging strength of Boss Zhang and Yin Wenbin?"

　　 "But, why do I feel that the green light is weaker?"

Yin Wenbin laughed loudly: "It's not that the green light is slightly weaker, but it will definitely be defeated!" Yin Wenbin finished speaking. I don't know what method was used. The flying sword in his hand, the white mans masterpiece, forced the green light back step by step. Seeing the green light disappeared.

　　 Everyone is anxious, isn't Zhang Ye's sword really comparable to Yin Wenbin's sword?

　　 "No, Zhang Ye's sword has not fully surfaced yet!" The Great Elder stared at Zhang Ye and said aloud.

　　 At this moment, Zhang Ye pulled out the jade sword, and there was a touch of surprise in the eyes of the elder. What a perfect flying sword is this?

　　 Before the elder uttered the words of praise, a dazzling green light spewed out like a flash flood. The invincible white light was like a mouse that saw a cat and turned around and ran away.

　　 But Baimang could not run away, and was directly swallowed by the green mang. The green Baoguang did not stop the pace of expansion, rushed out of the blacksmith shop, lighting up the town of Lingtai at night, full of green...

　　 The green light lasted for a long time, and the blacksmith shop finally calmed down. The monks shed tears and barely opened their eyes, making a mess: "Fuck, everything I see is green now..."

　　 "You can still see green, I can't see anything..."

　　 "Pharaoh, when is your head green?"

After another moment, the monks barely recovered their eyesight, but everything was greenish. Suddenly, some monks noticed that the elder was staring at Zhang Ye with scorching eyes, and they all sighed: "The great elder is waiting for good luck. You can look directly under the light, bullshit!"

　　 "The Great Elder is mighty!"

　　 The monks praised, the elder stroked his beard and smiled: "Little King, work hard to cultivate. When you break through the Nascent Soul, you will be as good as this one."

　　 The Great Elder finished speaking to a pillar, and stretched out his hand to pat it.

　　 The monk surnamed Wang looked dazed: "Elder, I am here!"

　　 "Of course I know you are there!" The elder turned around, holding the trash can, "Haha, Xiao Wang, you are not young anymore, why do you still hide and seek with this elder?"

　　 Many monks have black lines on their faces. The Great Elder is not afraid of the glare, but is completely blind!

　　At this time~www.ltnovel.com~Yin Wenbin also recovered, resisting the discomfort of his eyes, he looked at the sword in his hand, then looked at Zhang Ye's sword, and muttered: "How is this possible..."

The same high-grade magic weapon, the sword forged by Zhang Ye, bullied Yin Wenbin's sword so that there were no pants left. You know, Yin Wenbin's sword was smelted with three kinds of treasures, each of which is better than jade iron. High-level, as for the quenching water, Zhang Ye has been thrown away countless streets.

　　 In addition, the forging technique used by Yin Wenbin was summed up by countless generations of treasure forging masters in the Tianbing Pavilion, and it was the top forging technique in the Eastern Region.

　　 Rao is so, the flying sword forged by Yin Wenbin failed to overwhelm the emerald flying sword, and was even defeated.

　　 Zhang Ye took the flying sword and walked to the front desk: "Heavenly Forging, nothing is impossible!" Since the elder invented such a title, Zhang Ye used it.

　　 "Heavenly forging, if it is drilled deep, all iron can create a magic weapon!" The elder stepped forward, "Xiao Zhang, the old man is right?"

　　 The monk in front of the great elder shuddered: "Great elder, I am the little king!"

　　……

　　 Is there really a magical crafting technique that turns decay into a magic? Yin Wenbin's heart trembled, but he was not reconciled, and roared: "So what, our gambling game is fighting for the strength of Feijian, not stronger or weaker than Baoguang, I will not lose to you!"

　　 Baoguang’s prosperous or not, in fact, has already distinguished the height of the flying sword, but the rules of this game are to compare the strength of the flying sword.

　　 The monks thought Yin Wenbin was a little shameless, but it was hard to say anything. After all, the game was a game.

　　 The monks felt a pity for Zhang Ye. They clearly produced a peerless magic weapon that beat Yin Wenbin, but they could only lose the game. After all, the jade iron without spiritual blessing was too fragile...