The Magical Blacksmith

Zhang Ye trotted all the way home like a thief, closed the door and took out the box made of Yanhuang Gold to play with again. It weighs four or five catties. I don’t know what the middle-aged man behind will do when he finds out that the box has been bought away. How do you feel?

But the rule of picking up leaks is like this, everyone depends on their ability, and there is nothing to feel guilty about, who made him not as clever as my master?

Zhang Ye thought it was getting late, hugged the Yanhuang gold box, and fell asleep contentedly. Tomorrow, we will build a top-quality flying sword of our own!

On the other side, treasure casting master Ouyang Changtian returned to Lingtai Sect with a pale face, even if the past disciples greeted him, there was no response.

Don't you know how to forge magic weapons, what are you pulling?

That's right, the key is not as good as Boss Zhang's training.

...

The disciples waited for Elder Ouyang to pass by, slandering in a low voice.

Ouyang Changtian returned to Duobao Hall, which is the department he is in charge of. In the past, the Duobao Hall was the busiest unit in the Lingtai Sect, and there were many disciples who came to make weapons, but now, for some reason, there are few people.

Ouyang Changtian was in a bad mood at first, so he frowned and asked, I've only been away for a few days, why is Duobao Hall so deserted?

But then Elder Ouyang guessed the answer in his mind. The disciples in the sect only wanted to find this elder to refine the weapon. Those disciples would rather go home and wait for this elder to return than let others handle it. Annoying thing.

Elder Ouyang looked at Xiqie to a deacon disciple, hoping that he would tell the truth.

The deacon disciple hesitated to speak for several times, and finally saw Elder Ouyang's encouraging gaze, gritted his teeth and said, Reporting to Elder Ouyang, Duobao Hall is deserted because all the disciples in the sect chose to go to the blacksmith shop in Lingtai Town to forge weapons.

Elder Ouyang nodded in satisfaction: Well, as long as you work hard, one day you will be as good as me.

The deacon disciple looked confused, what? Is it related to what I said?

Elder Ouyang also realized after finishing speaking, his face blushed, wasn't it the reason he guessed? Then he asked, Blacksmith shop? What brand name? Who opened it?

Elder Ouyang thought that it must be a certain hermit who was too busy to open a blacksmith shop for fun, otherwise he would not have the strength to grab the business of Duobaodian.

The disciple of the deacon replied: There is no name, the nameless blacksmith's shop was opened by a little monk in the Qi refining period, named Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye? Elder Ouyang was at a loss, he had never heard of such a person, how advanced a forging technique can a young monk in the Qi refining period be? Since he is not a powerful person and has robbed the business of Duobao Temple, Elder Ouyang is a little unconvinced: It is because he charges low fees?

Elder Ouyang felt that the fee must be cheap, so he attracted the disciples of the sect to patronize. The fee of Duobao Hall is a bit high, but you get what you pay for, it’s better than the roadside stalls, these stupid disciples!

The fee is low? The deacon's disciple had a bitter face, Zhang Ye's blacksmith shop, the flying sword for repairing the low-grade magic weapon, one hundred low-grade spirit stones; the flying sword for refining the low-grade magic weapon, ten middle-grade spirit stones...

Damn it! Even Elder Ouyang, who is a master of Jindan, couldn't help but swear, this fucking is countless times worse than the fees charged by the Duobao Temple. Are all the disciples in the sect stupid?

Without waiting for Elder Ouyang to ask any more questions, the deacon disciple simply revealed the whole thing: Elder Ouyang, I was not convinced a few days ago, so I went to see it with my own eyes. One hundred low-grade spirit stones, blacksmith shop package materials, guaranteed to be repaired, and after repaired, it can increase the power by 10%!

As for refining, it's even more exaggerated. In the Hall of Many Treasures, even if you always use your hands, you can increase the power of the refined magic weapon by 30%, but that Zhang Ye can turn the low-grade magic weapon into a middle-grade magic weapon after refining. I’ve seen it with my own eyes, and I don’t think it’s real either!”

The deacon disciple complained bitterly: Everyone says that Zhang Ye's craftsmanship is better than ours in Duobao Pavilion, so I would rather spend a high price to go to the blacksmith's forging than to come to Duobao Pavilion... After the deacon disciple finished speaking, he felt that he had said He made a mistake, and quickly added, Of course, we all agree that Elder Ouyang's forging technology is definitely better than Zhang Ye's, it's just that the disciples in the sect are blind!

When Elder Ouyang heard this flattery, he thought about it a little bit, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the deacon disciple's saber, and his expression was a little strange: Little Ma, when did your saber become a middle-grade magic weapon?

Xiao Ma was taken aback, looked evasive, and stammered: Last time I went to the blacksmith shop to inquire about the situation, in order to verify whether Zhang Ye is as powerful as the rumors say, I asked him to refine it for me...

Elder Ouyang, I swear, I definitely went there with the purpose of inquiring about the enemy's situation. As the saying goes, if you want to defeat the enemy, you must first understand the enemy...

Elder Ouyang looked at the swords of the other deacon disciples, more or less, they all carried some forging techniques that did not belong to the Duobao Hall. Elder Ouyang looked grim, and didn't say anything, not because he didn't want to say, but because he was so angry that he couldn't say anything Come on.

Early the next morning, Elder Ouyang took a challenge letter and walked towards Lingtai Town aggressively. He stayed up all night, and after a night of open and unannounced visits, he was almost blown away.

The blacksmith shop not only robbed the business of Duobao Hall, but most importantly, everyone in the sect believed that Zhang Ye's craftsmanship was higher than Elder Ouyang's. As for how much higher, the disciples made an analogy, as high as three or four floors...

Although Elder Ouyang felt that as a long-established golden elixir power, it would be a bit of a discount to challenge a small qi refining monk, but if he didn't act again, the Duobao Hall would really exist in name only!

Therefore, Elder Ouyang must personally hand over this letter of challenge to Zhang Ye, and he must let everyone in the sect know who is the real Master of Forging Treasures!

On Zhang Ye's side, he had a good night's dream, got up happily, and looked at the morning glow in the sky. Today is a good day for sword practice.

Zhang Ye came to the blacksmith's shop, and when he heard the movement outside the door, his face showed embarrassment. Today, if he wanted to forge a top-quality flying sword, he would have to go out of business for another day, but it was already closed for a day yesterday. Isn't that good?

Through the crack of the door, Zhang Ye saw the crowded team and sighed, It's so good, it's really troublesome.

Zhang Ye pondered for a while, and decided to inform everyone that the business would continue to be closed today. After all, everyone must know that Zhang Ye was in the blacksmith's shop later.

But Zhang Ye didn't dare to open the door. The scene of the little Sanxiu who helped put up the notice yesterday was beaten to death was still vivid in his memory, so Zhang Ye said through the crack of the door: Everyone, continue to close today.

The people outside the door were originally elated, thinking that Zhang Ye would definitely be open today. Unexpectedly, Zhang Ye said through the crack of the door that the business would be closed, and complained one after another: Boss Zhang, I have been queuing for two days. Please do me a favor, and I will refine it. , only delaying you for half an hour...

Boss Zhang, I'm going to participate in the martial arts competition in the next few days, please repair the flying sword!

Yes, Boss Zhang, if you don't help me repair the flying sword, my future will be ruined!

...

Hearing everyone's pleadings, Zhang Ye couldn't bear it, and wondered if he should build his own flying sword tomorrow? But the system prompts: As the future god of forging, how can I be responsive? If you refuse them, the system will reward you with a special ability.

It's very systematic! Zhang Ye pondered for a while, and he really couldn't compromise. Otherwise, from now on, he would have no time to do his own work. Coupled with the temptation of systematic rewards, Zhang Ye became confident: Today I want to study forging technology, whoever makes any noise? I will add you to the blacklist!

Everyone was speechless. After all, they needed a blacksmith shop, so they had to hold back their resentment, but someone asked: Boss Zhang, will you give me an answer if you are open tomorrow?

It depends on your mood. Zhang Ye's words almost choked everyone to death, but there was no other way, and there was nothing they could do.

Zhang Ye thought about what they should do since they couldn't break through the defense of the blacksmith's shop anyway, so he ignored the crowd and started the furnace to make the flying sword.

At this moment, a girl's voice sounded outside the door: Zhang Ye, are you there? I have something to tell you.

Hearing Han Linger's voice, Zhang Ye was a little puzzled, but he still opened the front door. The resentful eyes of the monks made him shiver uncontrollably, but then he turned his attention to Han Linger: Fairy Han, we are closed today.

Han Linger shook his head, and took out a few talismans from the Qiankun bag: I didn't come to find you to practice swords. I heard that you and Li Xingchen were married, so these golden talisman talismans and pills are used to save your life. , I'll think of a way later...

Zhang Ye looked at the talisman and the elixir in his hand, and then at Han Linger's worried face, his heart warmed. The other monks just wanted to do business with him, but Han Linger came here on purpose, just to give them help in a timely manner.

Zhang Ye was very moved, and said: Fairy Han, Zhang has appreciated your kindness. You should keep the talismans and elixir for your own use. I returned it.

Han Ling'er was a little anxious: Do you think the talismans are too expensive? It's okay, I asked my father to refine them for free. I'll get you some more in a few days.

It's not this question. Zhang Ye hesitated for a moment, I mainly want to defeat Li Xingchen in three months' time with my own strength.

When Han Ling'er gave away the pills and talismans earlier, everyone watched and were envious, but Zhang Ye refused to accept it, and everyone slandered, are you a fool?

As a result, when Zhang Ye said that he wanted to defeat Li Xingchen with his own strength, everyone gasped. Zhang Ye was not stupid, he was completely crazy!

How could a small Qi-refining cultivator defeat Li Xingchen who was about to break through the Golden Core? So everyone speculated whether Zhang Ye couldn't bear the pressure and went completely crazy, otherwise he wouldn't have been closed for two days in a row, right?

Qi refining and Jindan are like children and adults, there is an insurmountable gap.

Everyone, I'm going to kill the dragon tomorrow.

...

The monks shook their heads and laughed. Although they didn't mention their names, they were just mocking Zhang Ye's overreaching.

Han Linger was startled, but did not laugh at it, because she thought Zhang Ye was a person who could bring miracles, so she asked puzzledly, What are you going to do?

I'm going to refine a peerless magic weapon and kill Li Xingchen like a dog. Facing the ridicule of everyone, Zhang Ye was full of murderous aura.