The Magical Blacksmith

　　 The great elder was escorted to his own future, the spiritual platform monks were bitter, knowing that they could not stop them, they had to let them go.

　　 The unconditional trust of the great elder moved Zhang Ye very much, but he took the amethyst bottle, frowned and said, "It's a little too close, it's barely usable."

As soon as 　　 said these words, the monks who died in the spiritual platform yelled again: "Zhang Ye, I warn you not to push your nose!"

　　 "If you fail the trust of the great elder, I will be the first to forgive you!"

The Blood God Sect has been watching jokes. The elder of the Blood God Sect saw Li Rulong handing over the metamorphic water to Zhang Ye. He was very surprised: "Li Rulong, are you planning to join my Blood Sect? The raw water quenches the top-grade magical instruments?"

　　 "Elder, maybe after being quenched with metaplastic water, it can become the ultimate magical artifact? After all, washing is healthier!"

　　 "The best magical artifact? It laughs me to death. If Zhang Ye makes the best magical artifact, I will eat three catties of Niu Xiang!"

　　 I don't know who mentioned the legend of the best magic weapon, and the blood **** sect laughed louder.

"You guessed it? Then I won't sell it." Zhang Ye smiled faintly, drew out the flaming Tang knife, opened the amethyst bottle, a spirit-rich water tightly wrapped the Tang knife, and squeaked. The groaning sound.

　　The monks of the Lingtai show a pity, and they melted into water, and they were all ruined. The Blood God Sect laughed loudly and didn't care about Zhang Ye's words at all.

　　 In the white mist, colorful brilliance burst out, and the sound of regret and laughter stopped abruptly.

　　 Yu Culture has been closing his eyes and resting because of the extra energy consumed by refining spiritual tools. At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and said in panic: "How is it possible!"

　　 The mist dissipated, and Tang Dao finally revealed its true face, hiss...

　　 This is the sound of everyone sucking in cold air, because they saw that what Zhang Ye was holding was not a knife, but a rainbow in the sky!

　　 But the most surprising thing is the rank of this knife. It is no longer a top-grade magic weapon. The power it emits undoubtedly proves its identity as a top-grade magic weapon!

　　 The best magic weapon is a magic weapon that only exists in the legend. It is the ultimate magic weapon. For thousands of years, no one can forge the best magic weapon even in the strongest Middle Territory!

　　 The great elder stroked his beard, as expected, he laughed, cool, so **** cool, I haven't experienced the thrill of a counterattack for so many years!

　　The Blood God Sect had previously run Zhang Ye to forge a superb magic weapon, but he didn't expect to say that, and slapped himself one by one.

　　The Lingtai monks were all ashamed. They questioned Zhang Ye, even slandered Zhang Ye, and kept dragging their feet. Never thought that Zhang Ye was not angry or impatient, hammer after hammer, forcibly forged a superb magic weapon.

　　Only Huang Dou, who was in the top ten alternates, silently supported Zhang Ye. At this moment, he couldn't help it anymore and shouted with excitement: "Zhang Ye!"

　　 The monks were worried about how to vent their inner excitement, so they roared together with Huang Dou: "Zhang Ye! Zhang Ye..."

　　 Zhang Ye's name echoed over the entire ancient land. Han Ling'er looked at Zhang Ye in admiration. This man can always create miracles.

　　 Zhang Ye suddenly turned his head and stared at Han Ling'er, which made Han Ling'er flushed, and quickly avoided his gaze. Zhang Ye said, "Without your help, I can't forge the best magic weapon."

　　 "Han Ling'er! Han Ling'er!" The monks howled and began to call Han Ling'er's name.

　　Han Ling'er was a little apprehensive, she was just responsible for the fire. Zhang Ye didn't expect Zhang Ye to give her this honor, but when she heard the monks' shouts, at this moment, she felt that she was the happiest girl in the world.

　　 Han Ling'er looked at Zhang Ye with affection, which made Zhang Ye especially heart-moving, but at this moment, the elder suddenly stood in front of Zhang Ye and pointed at himself with a look of jealousy.

　　 Zhang Ye recovered, and solemnly said: "Of course, there is also the great support of the Great Elder!"

　　 The monks began to shout again: "Great Elder! Great Elder!"

　　 The elder squinted his eyes and enjoyed it extraordinarily.

　　 Zhang Ye looked at the monk at the Lingtai: "I can't do without the help of everyone present."

　　 Zhang Ye repayed his grievances with virtue, which made the cultivators of Lingtai burst into tears and swore poisonous oaths. In the future, if anyone dares to speak ill of Boss Zhang again, fight him!

　　 The monks roared their names, then laughed, laughed, and many people cried again.

　　 They were worried that the Blood God Sect had refined the spirit weapon before, but Zhang Ye had produced the best magic weapon, which could resist the equipment suppression of the Blood God Sect in the future.

　　 So, this is crying for joy.

　　The blood **** elder violent veins on his face, he scolded: "What are you happy about? The magic weapon is a magic weapon. My blood **** sect is a spiritual weapon, so you lose!"

　　 "We are competing against the high and low ranks, but how can the best magical instruments be simply regarded as magical instruments? Whatever you say, the best magical instruments are more advanced than the lower-rank spiritual instruments!" The elder squirted back with full confidence.

　　 The words of the great elder are reasonable, the highest grade magic weapon, that is the ultimate magic weapon realm, in terms of power, it is comparable to or even surpasses the general low grade spiritual weapon. Just like the strongest child, how can he beat the weakest adult.

　　 Besides, in the spirit world today, there are no top-quality magic weapons present. Only a few top-quality magic weapons handed down from the ancient times are collected by several top sects, and they are not willing to show them easily. This makes the status of the best magic weapon rise, and it is recognized that the rank of the best magic weapon is slightly higher than that of the inferior magic weapon.

　　 "Old Pifu, I don't care what you say, spiritual weapons are better than magic weapons!" The elders of the Blood God Sect began to shame.

　　 "The highest-grade magic weapon is higher than the lower-grade spiritual weapon, which is clearly recorded in the "Spirit World Outline"!" The elders argued for reasons.

　　 The two elders were blushing with each other, and no one would let anyone else.

　　 At this time, Yu Wenwen suddenly said: "The lower-grade spiritual weapon is powerful, or the top-grade magic weapon is powerful, let them fight and you will know."

　　The blood **** elder patted his forehead: "Yes, old Piff, how about letting two magic knives compare?"

　　 The Great Elder frowned. If he used Zhang Ye's best magic weapon, he would be able to defeat the lower grade magic weapon 100%, but if the two magic knives were to fight against each other by their own power, the ultimate magic weapon would have a greater loss.

　　 After all, spiritual weapons are agile, no one can command the best magical weapons, which is very disadvantaged.

　　 Zhang Ye took out his seal and put it on the colorful Tang Sword: "Bibibibi, who is afraid of whom?"

　　 The ultimate magic weapon is already unparalleled in power. With Zhang Ye's seal, it will increase its power by 10%, so there is no need to be afraid of the inferior magic weapon.

　　 "Zhang Ye, are you sure?" Although the great elder trusted Zhang Ye, he was still a little worried. After all, among the lower-grade spirit instruments, there was a golden core spirit instrument.

　　 Zhang Ye nodded: "I named this knife, the blood **** nemesis, are you afraid that a low-grade spirit weapon won't work?"

The elder 　　 was speechless. Zhang Ye was really named cancer, but out of trust in Zhang Ye, he spoke to the Blood God Sect and said, "Then you will be convinced!"

　　 "Hmph, it's you who are convinced!" The elder of the Blood God Sect received the voice of Yu Wenhua, saying that his low-grade magic weapon will definitely defeat Zhang Ye's top-grade magic weapon, so the Blood God Sect elder is full of confidence.

Yu Wenhua sacrificed a ghost sword and looked at Zhang Ye: "Hundreds of treasures, mixed together, even if it is a top-grade magic weapon, it is just a top-grade magic weapon with a vain name, and it can’t beat a low-grade magic weapon. I will remember. There lived a man named Zhang Ye who was defeated by me."

Although 　　yu culture was surprised by the birth of the best magical artifact, he thought that Zhang Ye just relied on hundreds of heaven, material and earth treasures to forcefully catalyze a superb magical artifact, which was unusable, embroidered pillows.

　　 "What's your name?" Zhang Ye asked knowingly.

　　 Yu Culture's face turned dark. He knew that Zhang Ye was deliberately provoking, and he was too lazy to answer, but the ghost knife in his hand rose up into the sky.

　　The spirit weapon has many magical features. For example, this ghost knife grows up to the wind, and in the blink of an eye it becomes a giant open sky with a length of more than ten meters, exuding a dense black air.

　　 Black energy gradually condensed and formed, and a vicious ghost with blue face and fangs could be seen vaguely. It was the same spirit that was previously sealed. It held a ghost knife in its hand and roared up to the sky. For a while, the wind and clouds changed color.

　　 This is just the power of the spirit weapon itself, so terrifying, the monks all took a breath.

　　 The knife in Zhang Ye's hand seemed to be provoked. As the saying goes, there is no room for two tigers. Tang's knife came out like a rainbow, slashing towards the huge evil spirit.

　　 The evil spirit held the Guitou knife in his hand and moved quickly, slashing fiercely towards the flying superb magic weapon, with a thunderous roar, the evil spirit retreated violently for several miles.

　　 The Tang Dao remained motionless, exuding a colorful light. For the first time in the confrontation, Tang Dao was clearly in the upper hand.

　　 Yu Culture frowned: "I don't move like a mountain, the characteristics of the foundation stone of the earth?"

　　 The evil spirit roared angrily, ran back on the clouds, and cut it down with a knife, as if the sky collapsed. The colorful Tang Dao suddenly flashed and disappeared. The evil spirit smashed into the air, looking for Tang Dao in despair.

　　 Even the monk on the ground ~www.ltnovel.com~ is puzzled, where did Zhang Ye's knife go?

　　 At this moment, Tang Dao suddenly appeared behind the evil ghost, like a long rainbow shining through the sun, piercing the evil ghost in one fell swoop.

　　 "Invisible and invisible, this is the characteristic of Dream Sand?" Yu Wenwen frowned.

　　 The evil spirit was pierced and howled in pain, but obviously it didn't hurt the vital point. Instead, he stretched out the ghost's hand and grasped the ultimate magic weapon.

　　 "Oops!" The Lingtai monks were shocked. When fighting, they were most afraid that the magic weapon would fall into the hands of others, so that they would be restrained by others. What's more, this is the battle of the magic weapon itself and no one can control it.

　　 Yu Culture originally had some worries, but now he breathes a sigh of relief: "The best magic weapon, but so!"

　　 But before he finished his words, he saw the ghost hands emitting a red light, like cooking meat in hot oil, making a sloshing sound. The evil ghost howled to the sky in pain, and threw out the best magical artifact.

"Fucking the devil and descending the ghost, this is the characteristic of the iron for reducing the devil!" Yu Wenhua finally couldn't calm down, his face was terrified. Previously, Zhang Ye said that he would smelt hundreds of treasures into one and complement each other. Yu Wenhua still didn't believe it, but he didn't expect. Zhang Ye really did it. What a terrifying forging process is this?

　　 As for the ultimate artifact, with the performance of hundreds of treasures, there are no defects, and it will be invincible!

　　 Yu Culture felt more terrible the more he thought about it, and hurriedly shouted: "What are you still trying to do? A trick!"

　　 Everyone frowned and said that they would let the magic weapon compete on their own. Yu Wenwen spoke to remind Qi Ling, which had already violated the rules.

　　 But everyone was too late to condemn, and saw the evil ghost spirit, holding the ghost knife, suddenly hovering, faster and faster, like a black mist, entwining the best magical artifacts.

　　 The colorful Tang Dao flickered left and right, unable to break through.

　　 The heart of the cultivator of the spiritual platform hangs up, the magic weapon is really inferior to the spiritual weapon?