The Magical Blacksmith

　　The entrance to the third floor was getting closer and closer, and for some reason, Zhang Ye became more and more disturbed.

　　 "Ling'er, you and everyone go first." Zhang Ye suddenly stood up from the back of the cow with a serious voice.

　　 "Zhang Ye, let's go together." Han Ling'er clutched Zhang Ye's cuff. Although she didn't know what happened, she felt Zhang Ye's solemnity.

　　 "Boss Zhang, what's the matter, do you need our help?" The Lingtai monk also felt that something went wrong.

　　 "It's nothing, I just think it's a pity not to pick up the blood **** monk's universe bag." Zhang Ye pretended to be relaxed.

　　 The Lingtai monk breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled, Zhang Ye is still the same Zhang Ye.

　　 But Han Linger always felt something was wrong: "Zhang Ye, I will go with you."

"No need to go, everyone has a share." Zhang Ye joked, and before Han Linger could say anything, Zhang Ye ordered: "Huang Dou, you are responsible for overseeing. If anyone dares to stay in the magical barrier, I only ask you. !"

　　 "Yes, Boss Zhang!"

　　 With Huang Dou's assurance, Zhang Ye resolutely jumped off the bull's back. In fact, Zhang Ye insisted on separating from the Lingtai monk because he felt that something was catching up. If he stayed with Han Ling'er again, it would definitely harm them.

　　 But Zhang Ye hasn't stood still, the whole ground cracked open, and a huge coiled dragon drilled out from the ground. Its borderless body surrounded the area for several miles and kept shrinking.

　　 Zhang Ye's heart shook, and the dragon really caught up!

　　 The giant cow soldier beast couldn't stop, slammed its head into the giant dragon, and the cultivator of the spirit platform also fell to the ground.

　　 Zhang Ye saw this and hurried over quickly.

　　 "Boss Zhang, what...what is this!" The monks had no time to cry out, and when they saw the sudden appearance of the behemoth, they were all right.

　　 "The dragon on the seventh floor." Zhang Ye lifted up Han Ling'er with a grim expression.

　　 "Dragon?" Hearing this word, the monks were frightened.

　　Han Ling'er also had a pale face, but she quickly reacted: "Zhang Ye, do you want to take it away when you leave?"

　　Han Ling'er was as smart as ever, already knowing that Zhang Ye was afraid of this dragon.

　　 Zhang Ye said bitterly: "It came at me, but I didn't expect it would still involve you."

　　Han Ling'er looked at Zhang Ye for a long time. She didn't ask why, and Yinfang bit her and shouted: "Finalize, protect Zhang Ye!"

　　The Lingtai monks recovered, immediately drew out their swords, formed a sword formation with Han Linger, and protected Zhang Ye among them.

　　At this moment, everyone did not blame Zhang Ye for causing the disaster, but did everything possible to protect him, which made Zhang Ye particularly moved.

　　 At this moment, a huge dragon head slowly rose up, like the master of the world, looking at the ant-like Zhang Ye and his party indifferently.

　　 The moment the dragon was staring at it, the cultivators had no fighting spirit left. Even if they tried their best, they couldn’t even hurt one of the dragon’s scales...

　　 The monks felt that their hands were weak, and the flying sword fell to the ground. Han Linger couldn't bear the dragon's prestige, but persisted with perseverance, and reprimanded: "Pick up the sword and fight it!"

　　 Zhang Ye pulled Han Linger over: "Don't be impulsive, I'll try it."

　　 Zhang Ye held a local tyrant sword, soaring into the sky.

Under normal circumstances, the beasts of soldiers are transparent in Zhang Ye's eyes, and the body can be seen at a glance, but this giant dragon seems to have real flesh and blood, and Zhang Ye can't see what its body is. Therefore, Zhang Ye I'm not sure whether it can be effective in one blow like beheading an ordinary soldier beast.

　　The giant dragon just stared at Zhang Ye indifferently, without dodge, but Zhang Ye slashed on the dragon's head with all his strength, and with a loud noise, the invincible local tyrant sword was forcibly broken...

　　 The Lingtai monk still had a glimmer of hope. He felt that Zhang Ye could smash the dragon like other beasts. He never thought that Zhang Ye's best flying sword would be broken first.

The dragon was unscathed, and Zhang Yehu's mouth was bleeding, but he did not believe in evil, so he took out a high-grade magic weapon again, slammed it on the dragon's head, broke one, and Zhang Ye took out one, and the dragon remained motionless. , I might feel a little itchy behind, and sneezed, Zhang Ye was hit hard, like a meteorite, falling to the ground.

　　Han Ling'er and a group of people hurriedly picked up Zhang Ye, but they were too powerful and they were all knocked to the ground.

　　 "Zhang Ye, are you okay?" Han Linger endured the pain, helped Zhang Ye up, and quickly checked his injuries.

　　 "It's okay." Zhang Ye tried his best, but as soon as his voice fell, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

　　 "Is it all right?" Han Ling'er was frightened, and quickly took out a few healing pills and fed them to Zhang Ye.

　　The giant dragon looked at the embarrassment of Zhang Ye's group, grinning, and at first it just made a humming sound. When it came to the back, he laughed. All of a sudden, the wind was blowing, flying sand and rocks.

　　 "Why are you smiling?" Zhang Ye was annoyed, and shouted angrily.

　　 "There will be such a weak soldier, it makes me laugh to death!" The dragon uttered a word, not only Zhang Ye understands it, but even the Lingtai monk understands it, showing amazement.

"Weak? Believe it or not, I took out the enchantment bead and killed you in the blink of an eye!" Zhang Ye did not have the enchantment bead at all, and it is even very possible that the enchantment bead was in the hand of the giant dragon. Fortunately, psychologically scared away the dragon, but also wanted to verify whether the enchantment beads were really in the hands of the dragon.

　　 "It's rare that you still know about the barrier bead." The dragon's voice mocked, and it suddenly opened its huge mouth, and a black bead was suspended in the air, "Unfortunately, the barrier bead is in my hand. How can you stand me?"

　　 Zhang Ye guessed right, the enchantment bead was stolen by the dragon, and he shouted: "You thief, return the enchantment bead to me!"

　　 Zhang Ye is only a half-soldier. In addition, the spiritual platform monks can only build a foundation and repair base, which poses no threat to the dragon. Therefore, the dragon is not in a hurry to kill them. Before the cat eats the mouse, it is enough to play around.

　　 "Steal? No, no, I didn't steal this enchantment bead." The dragon denied it, and said triumphantly, "To be precise, it was the spoils I got by killing the previous soldier!"

　　The soldier master is the master of the magical enchantment. The dragon actually killed the previous soldier. How terrifying is this strength?

The dragon may be bored in the enchantment of the gods, or it may be its evil taste. Before Zhang Ye asked, it said by itself: "I remember thousands of years ago, there was a young man with amazing talents. Yuan Ying pinnacle, much better than you, he has also been recognized by the magical enchantment..."

"I don't know what happened to his brain convulsions. He came to the seventh floor and said he wanted to make friends with me..." The dragon laughed evilly, "So, on the surface, I became friends with Wuyazi. It didn't pay attention and ate him in one bite!"

　　 Hearing this, Han Ling'er angrily scolded: "Nonsense, Wu Yazi is the last lord of my Lingtai Sect. He has already risen to the sky. How can you be eaten by you?"

　　 "Oh, descendants of Yazi? Then you have to meet." The dragon looked strange, its body wriggled, its **** mouth opened, and a corpse was sent out.

　　 "Blood son?" The Lingtai monks exclaimed.

　　 "I'm sorry, I got it wrong." The dragon smiled triumphantly, swallowed his blood, and opened his mouth again, with a golden skeleton sitting in its mouth.

Everyone looked intently, and saw a jade medallion hanging from the waist of the golden skeleton. The four-character Lingtai Wuya was written on the book. The monks of the Lingtai collapsed completely. They had always thought that the ascending former Sect Master had actually died in the giant. In the dragon's mouth.

　　 The giant dragon swallowed the things in front of him again, and said, "Okay, that's the story of the food. Are you ready to be eaten by me?"

　　The things that the Lingtai monk had always believed in were overturned, like a walking dead, without any response, only Zhang Ye could remain calm, thinking about countermeasures.

　　 "Wait a minute!" Zhang Ye glanced at Han Ling'er, then said to the dragon, "Don't you just want to deal with me, let them go, I'll leave it to you!"

　　Han Ling'er came back to his senses, holding Zhang Ye's hand tightly, and said anxiously: "Zhang Ye, go together, or die together!"

　　 "After you go, I can only deal with it." Zhang Ye said warmly.

　　 "Don't..." Han Ling'er didn't want Zhang Ye to take risks, tears in his eyes.

　　 "Wait, don't play the bitter scenes this morning, shall I still agree to your terms?" The dragon laughed, "Besides, what qualifications do you have to negotiate terms with me?"

　　 "Qualification? If I hide in the control center, you don't want to kill me for the rest of your life." Zhang Ye can freely go back and forth between the enchantment of the gods and the control center, determined to hide, this dragon really can't help him.

The dragon's eyeball turned, after all, it was not the recognized master of the enchantment of the gods, and did not have enough control over the enchantment beads. Only by swallowing Zhang Ye, the chosen soldier, can he further control the enchantment beads~www.ltnovel.com ~ And then leave this prison.

　　 The dragon thought for a while, and said: "I promise your terms and let these people go, but I have to let me eat you first!" The dragon's eyes were full of evil.

　　 "No problem!" Zhang Ye agreed, and there was no gleam of conspiracy in his eyes.

　　 Han Ling'er burst into tears: "Zhang Ye, it's lying to you, don't do stupid things, if you have a way to live, don't care about us..."

　　 "Boss Zhang..." Huang Dou also whimpered.

　　 Zhang Ye felt a pain in his heart, but he couldn't explain it. He just ordered: "Sister Ling'er, stop you!"

　　 Zhang Ye generously gave up his righteousness and flew to the dragon's mouth.

　　 "If you haven't taken a bath for three days, you will never die of nausea." Zhang Ye held his hands on his back, chatting and laughing happily.

　　Han Ling'er wanted to bring Zhang Ye back, but was stopped by the cultivators at the Lingtai, crying into tears.

　　 The giant dragon looked at Zhang Ye in front of him, and then at the monk on the ground. It hesitated for a moment, opened its mouth, and was about to kill Zhang Ye.

　　 But before the dragon closed his mouth, Zhang Ye seemed a little impatient, so he slipped into the dragon's throat.

　　 "Huh?" The dragon closed his mouth, a little confused, even if he died, don't you need to be so anxious?

　　 Han Ling'er fainted directly, and the rest of the Lingtai monks were also in grief, shouting Zhang Ye's name.

The dragon smashed its mouth and didn't taste anything. Then, it looked at the monk at the Lingtai: "Hey, this dragon is kind-hearted. Seeing you are so sad, let's show mercy to reunite you with Zhang Ye. !"

　　 "Despicable and shameless!"

　　 "I'll be a ghost and I won't let you go!"

　　The dragon didn't intend to keep its promise at all, and everyone was so painful that they cursed the dragon.

　　 In the chaos, Zhang Ye suddenly opened his eyes.