The Magical Blacksmith

"Great elder, this flying sword, why do you want to cross the thunder disaster?" Elder Wu came back to his senses. With his knowledge, he couldn't judge what was going on with the flying sword, so he hurriedly asked.

"Some high-grade magical artifacts are too heaven-defying, so they will experience thunder calamity." The elder did not tell the truth in order to protect Zhang Ye. The magic weapon, God was jealous, so it sent down thunder and punishment.

A group of people thought about it, and it seemed that the sword Zhang Ye made was the top grade among the top grades.

At this moment, a piercing voice sounded: "Get out of the way, what are you doing foolishly?"

Elder Ouyang couldn't squeeze in before, but now he took advantage of everyone's daze, and finally squeezed into the front row. He straightened his clothes, his nostrils facing the sky, and said, "Who is Zhang Ye? This seat, Ouyang Changtian, is here to challenge you. I won't bully you, a junior, just for the sword competition, just forge a middle-grade magic weapon, let's see, who is the number one weapon refiner in the Lingtai Sect!"

Many monks turned their eyes from the sky to Ouyang Changtian, their faces were a little weird, and they didn't know who started it, but they applauded Ouyang Changtian.

Can I not applaud? Ouyang Changtian was so awesome, he dared to challenge Zhang Ye who had refined high-grade magic weapons, and even said that he would not bully him. It was obvious that Elder Ouyang could only refine middle-grade magic weapons, right? Little did they know that Zhang Ye's flying sword became a medium-grade magic weapon halfway through its forge.

Ouyang Changtian didn't notice the irony of the crowd. Seeing the applause, he thought it was a compliment, and laughed with his head up: "Haha, thank you for your support, that Zhang Ye, get out and take my challenge letter." Ouyang Changtian paused Suddenly, looking at the intertwined gold and thunder in the sky, he was even more energetic, "Dark clouds cover the top, I don't know which idiot's bad luck is in charge, haha!"

"Chang Tian..." The Great Elder couldn't bear to watch from the sidelines, and reminded him aloud.

"Damn it, call me Elder Ouyang!" Ouyang Changtian's nostrils were upturned as soon as he came in, and he didn't pay attention to who was in the blacksmith shop. When he heard someone calling him Changtian like a junior, he was so angry up.

Ouyang Changtian followed the prestige to see who dared to call him that, but at a glance, he was stunned on the spot, and knelt down as soon as his feet trembled: "Elder... Great Elder, why are you here? "

The Great Elder was very angry. He originally thought that Ouyang Changtian was the deacon elder in the sect, and wanted to remind him not to make a fool of himself, but it turned out to be a good thing, and instead scolded the Great Elder.

The great elder had a good self-cultivation, and he didn't bother to pursue Ouyang Changtian's offense, so he said, "Changtian, you can go back."

The Great Elder didn't say the second half, that is, don't bring yourself to be humiliated.

Elder Ouyang was stunned, I came all the way, why should I go back? If you don't build up the reputation of Duobaodian, this elder will not let it go!

Elder Ouyang said in a deep voice: "Grand Elder, I heard that the owner of this blacksmith shop is good at craftsmanship. Chang Tian is eager for skills for a while, and I want to learn from Boss Zhang."

At this time, Zhang Ye wiped his hands, and walked from the backstage to the shop: "Elder Ouyang? Zhang has been famous for a long time. It's really not as good as meeting, and meeting is worse than being famous. It's really well-deserved..."

Zhang Ye also heard what Elder Ouyang wanted to challenge him before. These remarks were a bit playful. Just kidding. I have refined all the highest-grade magic weapons. You want to compete with me for middle-grade magic weapons? Sorry, I don't have time.

Elder Ouyang heard the sound, raised his head to look at Zhang Ye, and suddenly froze, he stepped forward to pinch Zhang Ye's neck: "You son of a bitch, it turned out to be you!"

"Huh?" Zhang Ye didn't expect that the middle-aged man who was short of money and missed Yanhuang Gold was Elder Ouyang?

Zhang Ye moved behind the Great Elder in one step. He could see that the Great Elder had a good temper and aloof status, so he naturally wanted to hide behind him: "Elder Ouyang, the market places emphasis on first-come-first-served, it seems expensive." Zong’s style of work still needs to be improved.”

The Great Elder also probably understood the conflict between Zhang Ye and Ouyang Changtian, and his old face blushed, and it was a first-come-first-served basis, and Ouyang Changtian's reluctance made him very embarrassed.

"Enough Changtian!" the Great Elder shouted, there was a trace of Nascent Soul power, Ouyang Changtian couldn't resist, he just felt uneasy, almost fell down, and dared not act presumptuously.

But Ouyang Chang was in a bad mood, thinking that the Great Elder was partial to outsiders, and immediately threw the challenge book at Zhang Ye: "Zhang Ye, you dare to compete with me in sword refining skills! If you lose, Yanhuang Gold will be returned to me! "He wants to use this contest to defeat Zhang Ye, regain the honor of the Duobao Hall, and at the same time claim back the Yanhuang Gold, which is really killing two birds with one stone.

The Great Elder had no reason to stop the letter of challenge, although he wanted to protect the face of the elders in the sect, unfortunately, Zhang Ye had already accepted the letter of challenge.

"If I lose, it's okay to offer Yanhuang Gold. If you lose, you have to give something, right?" Zhang Ye looked at the challenge letter and asked with a smile.

"Hehe, I have been refining weapons for more than fifty years, how could I lose!" Elder Ouyang found a group of disciples winking at him, and scolded, "Why, are they all crazy?"

Because the Great Elder was present, many disciples dared not speak out, and wanted to remind Elder Ouyang, but unfortunately, they didn't buy it.

"Okay, in case I lose, I mean in case, I just give you a thought." Elder Ouyang sneered, "Then I will give you a Qi Condensation Pill!"

Condensing Qi Pill, many disciples are eager for it. This is a kind of auxiliary pill. If the monks at the peak of Foundation Establishment have the assistance of Condensing Qi Pill, it will be easier to break through the Golden Pill. For a bottleneck monk, this is a treasure!

Zhang Ye didn't know what the Condensing Qi Pill was. Seeing how excited everyone was, he guessed it was a good thing, so he nodded and agreed, "Okay, how about a competition?"

"Starting today, within three days, whoever refines the flying sword magic weapon will win. Of course, at least a medium-grade magic weapon must be refined!" Elder Ouyang smiled triumphantly, "You won't , can’t even refine a middle-grade magic weapon?”

Many monks covered their faces, unable to bear to look directly. Elder Wu sighed and stepped forward, patted Elder Ouyang on the shoulder to express his sympathy.

"What are you doing looking at me like that?" Elder Ouyang looked bewildered, and even the First Elder also had a look of pity, which made him very puzzled.

"Because, you lost from the very beginning!" Zhang Ye stretched out his hand, and the flying sword that was fighting with Leiyun suddenly shone brightly, shaking the thundercloud away. In Ye's hand, it was as dazzling as a small sun.

"This is..." The moment Elder Ouyang saw this golden flying sword, he froze immediately. He was proficient in the way of refining weapons and knew the goods naturally.

The Great Elder spoke: "This is the high-grade magic weapon that Zhang Ye just made. You don't have to doubt whether he made it. So many of us have witnessed the birth of this flying sword."

Elder Ouyang seemed to have something stuck in his throat, gurgling incessantly. He wanted to say something several times, but he couldn’t say it. His calf softened, and he sat on the ground with his buttocks. He didn’t recover for a long time .

Zhang Ye didn't take Elder Ouyang seriously, and played with the flying sword in his hand, not to mention its power, just said that it looks golden, um, I like it.

After being trained by Lei Jie, the flying sword exudes even more terrifying power. Everyone, just looking at the flying sword, feels cold all over, but the flying sword is clearly emitting hot heat. This feeling is very strange.

Seeing Han Linger's burning eyes, Zhang Ye handed the flying sword to her: "Lend me to see."

Han Ling'er opened her mouth, excited as if she had won the first prize, and said at a loss: "Zhang Ye, can I really watch it?"

"Yeah." Han Ling'er helped protect the dharma earlier, and showed her a lot of meat.

Han Ling'er took the flying sword carefully, she was so happy that she was about to faint, my God, this is a top-grade magic weapon, a magic weapon that even Jindan might not be able to mix with, I didn't expect to be able to hold it in my hand, good happy……

Others looked at Han Ling'er enviously. Although it was impossible to keep this flying sword for themselves, it would be enjoyable to touch it.

The Great Elder Rao is a Nascent Soul master, and he also wants to play with this flying sword with his own hands. After all, he knows that this is not a top grade, but a top grade that only exists in legends.

The Great Elder licked his lips, and his face turned red: "Little friend, can you lend me a look?"

"Okay!" Except for the charge, Zhang Ye is generous. After all, this old man not only took out the Rootless Immortal Water as a gift to quench himself, but also helped to conceal Feijian's grade. He is considered a good person.

After Han Ling'er got Zhang Ye's permission, although she hadn't seen enough, but after all, she was the Great Elder of the sect, so she quickly forwarded the flying sword to the Great Elder.

The great elder held the flying sword and said three good things in a row, which shows how satisfied he is.

"Little friend, I don't know if there is a name for this flying sword?" The First Elder suddenly asked, and Zhang Ye understood that he wanted to give Feijian a name.

The monks were very excited when they heard this. If this flying sword can be named by the elder, it will be no less than Shangfang's sword. In the Lingtai Sect domain, it can walk sideways...

Even Han Ling'er gave Zhang Ye winks, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Zhang Ye also knew that it must be a good thing for the elder to give him a name, but he thought, why should someone else name the flying sword he worked so hard to build? It's like my wife was pregnant for ten months and finally gave birth to a son, but the old Wang next door stood up and said that he wanted to name the child! Zhang Ye didn't want to wear a cuckold, so he categorically refused, "Sorry, I already have a name."

Everyone sighed, slandering whether Zhang Ye is stupid, it's just a name, you want to grab it from the great elder?

The Great Elder felt that it was a pity. He didn't covet this flying sword, but he just thought that this flying sword was the only top-grade magic weapon in the entire Eastern Region and even the entire cultivation world. If he could name it, it would be a piece of elegance things.

The Great Elder pondered for a moment, then had an idea, and sighed: "Hey, I saw that this flying sword has the aura of the ancient Golden Crow, and I thought of the name Golden Crow. Since the little friend said that he has a name, then forget it!"

After the first elder finished speaking, there was a smile in his eyes. Even if Zhang Ye named this sword himself, it would most likely be the Golden Crow, but if the first elder said it first, he would still be the first to name it!

It has to be said that as people live older, in addition to improving their cultivation base, they are also extremely refined.

The monk who understood the elder's abacus almost laughed out loud, thinking that the elder was so interesting.

Everyone looked at Zhang Ye curiously, wanting to know if Zhang Ye was also named Jinwu, if so, then the Great Elder's scheme was successful.

Zhang Ye gave the Great Elder a look, took Feijian, and said slowly: "The name of this sword is definitely not as simple as the Golden Crow."

"Oh?" The Great Elder was a little disappointed, he guessed wrong, but he became even more curious, could there be a name more suitable for this flying sword than the name Jinwu? So he asked, "What is the name of the little friend?"

"This sword is shining with golden light, and its aura is overwhelming, so I want to call it—Tuhao Sword!"