BLACKSMITH SYSTEM

Chapter 18: The Golden Uberle

Zhang Ye softened the sword embryo, and the flying sword was gradually forming, it could be seen that it was a common Han sword style.

The monks looked at this scene and shook their heads, their eyes filled with disappointment. They communicated with their spiritual minds: "The sword of Han is quite satisfying, but the power it emits is undoubtedly a low-level magic weapon."

"Rubbish, dignified golden flames, it's just a low-level artifact, it's really a cruel thing!"

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The monks were heartbroken, and felt that even a commoner like them could make a better magic weapon with Yanhuang gold For a while, their eyes were filled with hatred when they saw Zhang Ye.

But Zhang Ye's temperament did not stop, he did not slow down, like a puppet, mechanically waving a hammer.

"I still farted, rushed back to the furnace and rebuilt it, maybe it could save some Yanhuang Jin ..." Some monks could not hold it anymore, and shouted furiously.

"Yes, boss Zhang, don't do that!"

The monks could not help themselves, and they began to make sounds directly. Han Ling'er frowned. Although he discovered that Zhang Ye's sword had average quality, he agreed to help Zhang Ye protect the law. The sword of Feihong hung in the air, emitting killing intent. Han Linger scolded: "Shut up, don't bother Zhang Smelting Sword!"

The monks stopped talking, and finally some of the monks who consciously had a good relationship with Han Ling'er stood up and said: “Sister Han, you have a good relationship with Boss Zhang, persuade him, '' Sister Han, go back to the stove and recreate it, no shame ... "

"Yes, Yan Huangjin can't be wasted like this!"

Han Linger's face was cold: "I said, don't bother Zhang Yelianjian, don't let me say it a third time!"

Everyone was helpless, shaking their heads and sighing, Yan Huangjin's waste was more uncomfortable than killing them.

Zhang Ye turned a deaf ear to the conversation of the monks, and only concentrated on refining the sword.About a long time later, the body of the sword was completed, three feet and three feet.

And at this moment, a kind of pulsation spread out from his blade like a heartbeat, and the hearts of everyone present moved in tandem with this rhythm.

The monks who sighed and sighed all of a sudden, and saw Han Zhang Ye's sword still forging in disbelief, as if it had been hit hard.

"Everything, I don't know if you catch a glimpse of it, how do I feel that this sword has the power of a middle-class magic weapon?"

"Yes, this sword has reached the threshold of a mid-level magic weapon. Boss Zhang's forging technology didn't disappoint me!"

"Pharaoh, you said you were very disappointed at the last second!"

A group of monks communicated with their spiritual thoughts, and their faces were slightly hot. Previously, they hated Zhang Ye for merely forging low-level magical instruments, and even asked Zhang Ye to stop making swords. But now Feijian had become a medium-grade, nothing less than giving it to him. They slapped hard.

Han Ling'er looked proud, Zhang Ye had never disappointed him.

"Although a middle-class artifact still regretted Yan Huangjin's value, that was enough!"

"No, the power of this sword is still increasing!"

The monks were stunned Under Zhang Ye's fury, Han Jian's momentum rose sharply. Could it be that the Feijian rank was not limited to middle-class magical artifacts?

The monks had learned from the past, and they no longer dared to draw conclusions, hold their breath, and stare at Zhang Ye's sword.

But at this moment, ripples appeared in the blacksmith shop. An old man emerged from thin air. Everyone was a little surprised. Why did Elder Wu who was guarding Lingtai City come? Was it interested in Zhang Ye Lianjian?

But everyone has not recovered. An old man with a long beard in white clothes also appeared in the blacksmith shop. Everyone was astonished, even Elder Wu, who was preparing to pay his respects to the people, but the old man in white clothes extended his hand, an invisible force lifting everyone up. The white-clothed old man smiled, made a silent gesture to everyone, and then looked at Zhang Ye Lianjian intently.

The cultivators did not dare to speak, but their spirits exploded: "Oh my God, I think Elder Wu was very surprised. I did not expect that the Great Elder would come alone, crazy!"

"Does Zhang Ye really want to build a peerless warrior?"

Han Ling'er was eager to know that the great elder was not an ordinary deacon elder, like elder Wu who guarded Lingtai City or elder Ouyang who guarded Lingtai City or elder Ouyang of Duobaodian., respectively., It was a veteran level figure, the actual sect manager, and its status was second only to that of the king.

Other than their high status, their cultivation bases were also very high, and they were all ancestors who had practiced for thousands of years!

The Great Elder had not appeared for many years Some people said that he was retreating and would not pass through the Void Refining realm, but the Zhang Smelting Sword actually allowed the great elder to come alone.

The pride in Han Ling'er's heart, you underestimated Zhang Ye and felt that he couldn't make a matchless magic weapon, either, but I did not expect that the great elder was struck by the flying sword he had built!

Zhang Ye concentrated on his work and paid no attention to the changes of the workshop. He continued to muffle the flying sword. When the hilt was finished, Han's sword emitted another throbbing heartbeat, and all the monks were already dumbfounded.

Immediately, the spiritual mind intertwined into a net: "Ah, what do I see, high-grade artifacts?"

"Even if I see the birth of a top grade magic weapon with my own eyes, it's worth it for an old man to be blind!"

"My mom!"

Monks are like crazy people. The Divine Mind triggers a storm, which makes the blacksmith's woof. The elder also recovered from his shock. He stretched out his hand and pressed down on it, and the storm vanished.

Zhang Ye stopped the training and looked at the flying sword that was basically formed, now just the final process, cooling down.

Quenching is the last link in the sword-making process, and is also the most deadly link. If it was extinguished well, the quality of the flying sword would increase. If it is not put out, it may fail.

The elder looked into the cooling pond, and suddenly frowned. Since the five-color holy liquid in the cooling pond was camouflaged by the system, in the older eyes, it was an ordinary water tank, even slightly muddy ...

How can a top grade artifact be extinguished with a poor water source? When the elder saw Zhang Ye wielding a recalculated flying sword, he would be extinguished, and immediately block it: "Slow friend, wait a minute."

Zhang Ye raised his head when he heard that voice. There are many people who are faked. He frowned. Who is this old man? Didn't you say not to make a sound while I was doing sword training?

Han Ling'er was afraid that Zhang Ye would say something wrong, and quickly reminded: "Zhang Ye, this is the great elder of our Lingtai Sect."

The Great Elder? Zhang Ye is unhappy, can your high status interfere with my sword making?

The elder looked at Zhang Ye's dissatisfaction and quickly said: "The old man has no other intentions, but looks at your cooling water, which is rather unsatisfactory. I toured in the early years and harvested the unrooted fairy water. Better give it to a little friend. To put out the sword. "

Fairy water without roots? This was a heaven and earth treasure that was not much worse than Yan Huang Jin, and contained a lot of spiritual energy. If you take a drop, it can be beneficial to exercise a few months.

The monks heard that in their eyes it was called envy, the great elder gave such a good thing to an outsider, and it was not a matter of giving it away. The key is not to let people take it, but to put out flying swords ...

Monks felt their hearts covered in blood After all, witnessing the birth of a peerless magic warrior at first was a very pleasant thing, but why did it feel uncomfortable during the whole process?

After the elder said, without waiting for Zhang Ye's approval, he flew the small white jade bottle over to Zhang Ye.

The rootless fairy water that made everyone enthusiastic In Zhang Ye's mind, there was only one question, what kind of trash was that?

Zhang Ye sneered, and shook his head. He did not take the white jade bottle that flew over him. He only felt that if he did not get angry, the flying sword would pass through the heat, and he threw the flying sword into the quenching pond.

The monks exclaimed. The great elders kindly send to you the treasure of fairy water without roots for cooling. Even if you don't want to be liked by others, you can pretend to leave. If you don't say anything, you can directly use the high-class methods. The sword of the weapon was thrown into the water that was hit by the smelly sewer. That's too good.

The monks could not find any adjectives to describe this great boss of Zhang, a dignified and high-grade artifact, forged in smelly trench water, and failed!

The monks stomped their feet, and even the elders were slightly depressed Seeing the smelly water falling in the blackout pond, it was extremely uncomfortable in their hearts.

The Great Elder sighed.Although high-grade magical artifacts were rare, they were not too difficult to be let go by someone of his level. He flung his sleeves and prepared to return to the sect in disappointment, and continued to retreat.

But at this moment, a familiar throbbing gushed out from the cooling pond, and everyone shuddered, as if facing an ancient monster, which terrified the people!

The sword in the cooling pond was raised again, and the monks exclaimed: "Could this be to promote spirit weapons?"

Since they had witnessed Feijian being promoted from the lower to the middle classes and then from the middle to the upper classes, they would have a strange idea.

The great elder stopped his figure, cultivating for thousands of years, Ben Gujing Wubo's heart, became a sharp blow at this moment, and his eyes were full of shock, even a little panic.

The Great Elder murmured: "This is impossible!"

“Yang Agung, what is impossible?” The monks hurriedly asked.

But before the great elder continued to explain, Zhang Ye examined his hand and took out the flying sword he had built.The dazzling golden light made everyone close their eyes.

Other than the grand elder, he could see straight into the dazzling light, and even Elder Wu's eyes shed tears ...

In the eyes of the grand elder, there was nothing but the appearance of the sword, and the sword, turned into a golden crow, flapping its wings in Zhang Ye's hands. The great elder's throat seemed to be pinched, and he became hoarse again Voice: "How is this possible!"

The words of the great elder changed from impossible to possible, indicating that the problem he was guessing had become a fact.

But then, the elder thought of something With a flick of his finger, brilliance flew towards Zhang Ye's sword, and the golden light gradually disappeared.

Zhang Ye felt the change of the flying sword in his hand, and glared at each other, and the great elder spoke to Zhang Ye through divine sense: "Little friend is calm, "Little friend is calm, once the best magic weapon appeared in the world, it was too terrifying. That's not a good thing for you, so, I'm helping you hide her powers. "

Zhang Ye was stunned, and understanding that the best magical artifact was now available, I was worried that ancestor Yuan Ying could not resist such temptation to kill people and win treasures.

Zhang Ye found the key, and hugged his fist to express his gratitude.Otherwise, Zhang Ye's life would be very dangerous.

At this moment, the sky rolled thunder, and the flying sword in Zhang Ye's hand looked annoyed, turning into a golden crow, flying out of the sky, throwing lightning, fighting against heaven and earth.

Golden light and thunder light intertwined, the monks barely opened their eyes, witnessing this sturdy scene, like a pilgrimage.