The Magical Blacksmith

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Rakshasa is the guardian of the underworld, but also an evil spirit. He is immortal. If he is allowed to descend into the spirit world or the mortal world, it will surely burn all lives and cause catastrophe.

Seeing that the rift showed signs of being torn open, the Great Elder slapped his heart, spit out a ball of blood from his mouth and flew towards the dim Soul Gathering Banner.

With the blessing of the Great Elder's blood essence, the Soul Gathering Banner flowed with brilliance and soared into the sky. Under the control of the Great Elder, it wrapped the gap layer by layer like a piece of cloth.

Raksha's hand was struggling and tearing in the Soul Gathering Banner. The Great Elder's mana was pouring into the Soul Gathering Banner like a big river, in order to suppress Raksha's restlessness.

At the back, the Great Elder's face was like bronzing gold, almost to the point where the oil was exhausted, and the Rakshasa gradually stopped struggling.

The Great Elder heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to remove the soul-gathering flag, but suddenly, the Raksha hand in the soul-gathering flag increased his strength, and the soul-gathering flag bulged sharply, and with a hiss, Raksha's ugly and ferocious hand appeared in front of him. out of this world.

The Great Elder spat out a mouthful of blood and almost lost his stature. If Han Ling'er hadn't seen the opportunity quickly and quickly supported the Great Elder, otherwise the Yuanying Patriarch would have to sit down on the ground.

But the Great Elder didn't think about his injury, he just stared straight at the Rakshasa hand, and immediately used the little mana left, ready to fight the Rakshasa desperately, but at this moment, a figure in blue came to the ground like a thunderbolt.

The person who came was wearing a green veil, like a young girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, but she was unparalleled in power, and everyone present had an impulse to worship.

Sect Master! The Great Elder heaved a sigh of relief, showing shame on his face.

En! The girl in Tsing Yi didn't turn her head, but agreed lightly, and then she pulled out the saber from her waist and let out a clear whistle.

The sword was as powerful as a dragon, as if opening up the sky and the earth, the invincible Rakshasa hand broke at the sound, and black blood gushed out.

From the gap between the two worlds, Rakshasa roared, but it suffered a disadvantage and did not dare to forcefully break through the gap, and retreated to the underworld.

The gap in time and space recovered and disappeared, the girl in Tsing Yi stretched out her hand, and the Soul Gathering Banner fell into her hand, her brows were lightly frowned: It has been warmed for a hundred years, so it must not be used again.

The voice of the girl in Tsing Yi was very pleasant, but Han Wushuang who was standing beside her felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar after listening to it. She could no longer use the Soul Gathering Banner within a hundred years, and her dream of resurrecting her wife would be put on hold indefinitely.

The great elder respectfully took over the soul-gathering banner: Follow the order of the suzerain.

The girl in Tsing Yi glanced at Han Wushuang's father and daughter, said nothing, and disappeared into a blue light.

The Great Elder received the soul-gathering flag, looked at Han Wushuang who felt lost, and advised: The soul-gathering flag has run out of oil and the lamp is dry. If you use it again forcibly, it will not only have no effect but will be completely destroyed. It's not that the suzerain is reluctant, but just want to give You leave one hope, I hope you can understand her good intentions.

Han Wushuang was helped up by Han Linger, his face was a little miserable: I understand, but I'm just a little unwilling.

Immediately, Han Wushuang took his daughter and saluted the First Elder: Thank you, First Elder, for your help.

Although Zhao Ya's soul could not be taken back from the underworld, the Great Elder was seriously injured for this, so he is naturally grateful. Besides, if Han Wushuang manipulated the soul-gathering banner by himself, what would happen? The ferocity of Rakshasa still makes people feel lingering fear.

The Great Elder didn't help, and his heart was not feeling well, so he sighed and fled away.

Han Ling'er comforted her father for a while, and in order to divert her attention, she asked, Father, why does the suzerain look so young?

Han Ling'er had only heard that the suzerain was a female monk before, but today was the first time she saw it, so she was naturally curious.

Han Wushuang came back to his senses, with a serious and awe-inspiring face: The suzerain is extremely talented and enlightened at a young age, so he remains young forever! Han Wushuang paused, remembering something, Speaking of which, how did you get the elder to help you?

Han Ling'er didn't know how to explain the strange mission of the Great Elder to his father, and after hesitating for a moment, he said, It's nothing serious, just running errands for the sect.

Han Wushuang didn't think too much about it. Every disciple will help the sect to do what they can, and they are also obliged to keep it secret. He nodded: No matter how big or small the matter is, we must do our best.

Yeah. Han Linger blushed and nodded.

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On Zhang Ye's side, he has been busy from morning to evening. When he finished repairing the last flying sword, there was a ding dong in his mind, and the system prompted: The experience value is full, the forging level has been improved, and the host attributes are as follows——

Name: Zhang Ye

Cultivation: Early Foundation Establishment

Forging Level: 3

Forging skills: forging flying swords (superior magic weapon), refining flying swords (low-grade magic weapon), repairing flying swords (low-grade magic weapon)

Experience Points: 0/1000

Zhang Ye wiped the sweat from his brow, and he finally upgraded, not in vain for his hard work.

Since the forging level of the host has reached 3, open the material mall...

This is the function that Zhang Ye is looking forward to the most. In the future, he will no longer need to run around for materials to create magic tools. It will be more worry-free to buy them directly in the material mall.

According to the method taught by the system, Zhang Ye put his consciousness into the material mall. There are endless materials, including metals, ores, and crystals. There are thousands of types. Even materials that have disappeared in the world are piled up. hill.

The system said that these materials will be automatically replenished after use, so there is no need to worry about running out. Of course, there is a premise that Zhang Ye must have enough money.

Zhang Ye thought to himself that although he had been exploited by the system after opening the shop for so many days, he still had a small family background, thinking about buying some metal in the material mall to try the process.

When Zhang Ye saw the pile of fine iron piled up into a hill, the listed price was five low-grade spirit stones. Zhang Ye couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. At least tens of thousands of catties of refined iron, so cheap? Zhang Ye pondered, if he bought the materials from the system and then sold them to monks outside, there would be hundreds of thousands of profits. This must be a loophole in the system, but the young master was not so stupid to report it.

Fighting against the sky, the earth, and the system is a lot of fun. Zhang Ye suppressed a smile and waved his hand, It's five yuan.

The system deducted five low-grade spirit stones, and when Zhang Ye was thinking about where to pile the 10,000 jin of refined iron, a piece of refined iron the size of a fist appeared in Zhang Ye's hand.

System, the sample is good, but what about the other refined iron? Zhang Ye asked with a smile.

Refined iron sells for five low-grade spirit stones per catty, and it has been successfully purchased. The system said coldly.

Damn it... Zhang Ye was dumbfounded. How dare those listed prices mean per catty? Then this is not cheap at all, but expensive to the sky, it is really a black shop!

Zhang Ye said angrily: Even if you have refined iron outside, you can buy two catties for a low-grade spirit stone. You are too dark. I protest!

If the host doesn't need it, the system can uninstall the material mall. The system choked back with a single sentence, Zhang Ye was so angry, now he has a little understanding of the feelings of the customers.

Looking at a pound of refined iron worth five low-grade spirit stones in his hand, Zhang Ye couldn't laugh or cry, and really wanted to uninstall this material mall that was ten times more expensive. But then Zhang Ye realized that there were many extinct natural treasures in the material mall. Anyway, the wool came from sheep, and it would be useful in the material mall in the future, so he said, Forget it, let's keep it.

Not long after, the system ding-dong: The host's forging level has reached 3, receive the task of the current level: As the future god of forging, how can he be entangled in mundane affairs, recruit a clerk, and reward the flying sword forging spree (magic level) .”

The Feijian Forging Gift Pack contains all the forging techniques of Feijian. As long as it is a magical weapon, no matter what grade it is, it can be repaired, refined or crafted. This is exactly what Zhang Ye needs now, because he dare not In the business of top-grade magical artifacts, he only dared to repair and refine low-grade magical artifacts. The money came in too slowly. This is what he often lamented. Being too good is also a burden.

As for the mission requirement to recruit shop assistants, that would be easy. With the reputation of the blacksmith shop, not to mention ordinary people, I am afraid that practitioners will rush to work in the blacksmith shop.

But then, Zhang Ye frowned again. Although it is easy to recruit a clerk, it is difficult to recruit a clerk with excellent personality. Supervision), but if you can't keep the clerk, you can't stand the sugar-coated bullets, accept benefits, and it's not good to ruin the reputation of the blacksmith shop.

After Zhang Ye thought about it, he decided to wait two days before considering the matter of recruiting shop assistants.

The next day, when Zhang Ye opened the door for business, he saw Han Ling'er in the crowd at a glance. She was Zhang Ye's only friend who came to the cultivation world, and said a rare greeting: Fairy Han, are you here again? Is there something urgent?

No, I just want to ask you to help repair the Feijian. Han Linger said in a panic, not daring to look Zhang Ye in the eye.

Oh, then can you show me the flying sword? Zhang Ye asked.

Han Linger shook her head: They came first, you should help them repair the flying sword first.

That's fine. Zhang Ye did not refuse, after all, it would be Han Linger's turn in a short time.

But once Zhang Ye started to work, he forgot everything and only knew about making swords. And Han Ling'er brought six broken flying swords, not wanting to delay other people's time, and kept letting others...

In the afternoon, Zhang Ye had finished refining the last flying sword, thinking that the door was about to be closed, but suddenly saw that Han Linger hadn't left yet, so he wondered, Fairy Han, why are you still here? I'm going to close the door.

Only then did Han Linger come back to her senses, she said oh, and was about to leave. Zhang Ye slapped his forehead, thinking of something: Did I forget to repair the flying sword for you?

It's okay. Anyway, this is a long-term task, so there is no rush, and Han Linger doesn't want Zhang Ye to work overtime after being tired all day, so he plans to come back tomorrow and leave.

Wait. Zhang Ye pondered, this was his own negligence, and stopped Han Linger, It won't take long, I'll fix it for you.

Without waiting for Han Linger to refuse, Zhang Ye directly took the Qiankun bag in her hand, and took out six broken flying swords. Originally, Zhang Ye thought that only one flying sword needed to be repaired, and never thought that there would be six.

Han Linger said embarrassedly: These are all damaged flying swords in the sect's warehouse, I'd better come back tomorrow.

The words spoken, the water splashed, Zhang Ye walked into the backstage holding the flying sword: Help me close the door.

The door was closed because he was afraid that other monks would come to ask Zhang Ye to work overtime, but he didn't intend to give others face.

Han Ling'er couldn't refuse, so she obeyed Zhang Ye's order and closed the door of the blacksmith's shop.

The moment the door was closed, Han Linger suddenly thought that Zhang Ye had always left work on time, and never wanted to work overtime to practice swords for himself. The most important thing was that a man and a widow lived together in the same room. Thinking of this, Han Linger's little face turned red hot, My heart is beating non-stop...