The Magical Blacksmith

Han Ling'er was speechless for a while, what a hero to use my things against me! But she didn't intend to really beat Zhang Ye up, she just felt unfair because of the god-level material like Tianjing.

"Zhang Ye, the value of Tianjing is too high. Ten spirit stones are far from enough. I will definitely make up for the difference." Han Linger hesitated for a moment, and said pitifully, "Pay in installments, okay?"

Looking at Han Linger's embarrassed look, Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Your salary has already been paid, so you don't owe me anything."

"But..." Han Ling'er wanted to say something, but Zhang Ye interrupted: "You pay for it, and I will forge the iron. As for the specific operation, that is my freedom and has nothing to do with you. Han Xianzi, after refining, please walk slowly. .”

Holding the Feihong sword, Han Ling'er was still dizzy when she left the blacksmith's shop. She became more and more curious about Zhang Ye. If she did business like this, she would lose money and bleed, right?

But immediately, Han Ling'er had a terrible idea in his mind, Zhang Ye couldn't be the one who likes me, so he purposely refined the flying sword for me with Tianjing, right?

Thinking of this, Han Linger's heart beat faster, and she turned her head to glance at the blacksmith's shop, while Zhang Ye was wiping the notice board with a towel. Seeing Han Linger turning her head, she smiled gracefully.

"Stinky rascal, huh!" Han Ling'er blushed as if she was about to bleed, stomped her feet, and disappeared into Lingtai Town as if fleeing like a blast of fragrant wind.

Zhang Ye was a little puzzled, I was so handsome, why did I become a rascal?

On the other side, Han Linger returned to the Lingtai Sect like a deer in her heart, and a female monk shouted: "Han Linger, my mother also asked Boss Zhang to maintain the flying sword, let's try it again!"

Han Linger nodded absent-mindedly, and soon, the two came to the martial arts arena.

"Han Ling'er, show your Feihong sword, I want to make my Xuanhuo sword a complete shame!" The female monk laughed, and a flying sword rose into the sky with flames.

Han Ling'er looked a little weird, and asked tentatively, "Are you sure you want to compete with my Feihong Sword? Or, I'll switch to another one."

"No, I'm going to compete with your Feihong sword!" The female monk snorted coldly, "Why, is it possible that you are afraid?"

"No." Han Linger didn't bother to say anything more, a clear and agile flying sword flew out of the Qiankun bag, circling around Han Linger.

"Look at the trick!" The female monk urged the Yujian Jue, and the Xuanhuo sword turned into flames and shot at Han Ling'er.

Han Ling'er sighed, and moved slightly, the Feihong sword was like lightning, so fast that the shadow could not be seen clearly, and with a bang, the two flying swords collided together, creating a cloud of smoke and dust.

"Haha, Han Ling'er, you know how powerful my Xuanhuo Sword is!" The female monk felt that she had a chance to win, and said, but before she could finish her sentence, a dark red flying sword shot back and stuck in front of the female monk. On the ground, there was a big hole on the blade of the sword. The Xuanhuo Sword, which is a low-grade magic weapon, was as dim as a pig-killing knife at this moment.

And Han Linger's Feihong Sword let out a clear sword chant, and flew back into her hand unscathed.

The female monk looked at her Xuanhuo sword, then at Han Linger's flying sword, and said dumbfounded: "Han Linger, why did your Feihong sword become so hot all of a sudden?"

Han Ling'er didn't know how to answer, so she simply didn't keep it anymore, and turned the Feihong sword with all her strength, and the momentum as a middle-grade magic weapon soared into the sky. The female monk on the opposite side was so shocked that her jaw almost dislocated, she couldn't believe it and said: "How is it possible, Feihong sword Has it become a medium-grade magic weapon?"

"Did you ask Elder Ouyang to refine it?" The female monk then shook her head again, "No, even if Elder Ouyang helps refine it, it is absolutely impossible to upgrade the low-grade magic weapon to a middle-grade magic weapon, Han Linger, tell my mother honestly !"

Although Han Linger and this female monk often spar, they are actually good friends. She didn't hide it, and said: "I went to Boss Zhang to refine it. I wanted to make up for Feihongjian's congenital defects. I didn't think about it. I refined it." Afterwards, it will be promoted to a medium-grade magic weapon."

When saying this, Han Linger showed a look of pride on his face.

"What? Boss Zhang's refinement can improve the magic weapon?" The female monk was completely stunned. When they left the blacksmith shop, they felt that the refinement of ten middle-grade spirit stones for a fee of ten yuan was too dark, and they seemed to be running away. I ran away, but if you know that Boss Zhang's refining can upgrade the magic weapon, even if you sell the iron, you still have to refine it.

The female monk's intestines were green with regret, she immediately put away her sword and ran away.

Han Linger asked, "Tang Tang, where are you going?"

"Look for Boss Zhang to refine it, you wait for my old lady!"

Han Linger smiled, is she helping Zhang Ye introduce business? But she was also a little curious, was she treated specially by Zhang Ye, or was she treated equally? If you can't figure it out, just wait and see.

At the blacksmith's shop, Zhang Ye saw the setting sun and thought that it was time to close the stall, but just as he was about to close the gate, a group of inner disciples of the Lingtai Sect rushed towards the blacksmith's shop aggressively.

"Wait a minute, Boss Zhang!" Seeing that the blacksmith shop was closed, Tang Tang, the leader, immediately used the Gale Wind Art and ran to the door in a hurry.

"What are you doing here again?" Zhang Ye asked curiously after recognizing that this was the group of Lingtai Sect disciples who came to practice swords during the day.

"Boss Zhang, we are here to ask you to help refine the flying sword." Tang Tang was a little excited, and quickly took out the money and the flying sword, and two other monks also took out the spirit stone.

Zhang Ye thought it was funny, they thought it was too expensive during the day, so they ran away in a hurry, and rushed to refine it in the evening, must have seen Han Linger's Feihong sword, right?

"That's it, then you all come tomorrow." The system stipulates that refining can only be done once a day, so Zhang Ye issued an order to evict customers and continue to close the door.

"Boss Zhang, please close the door later. Look, we are all here." Tang Tang thought that Zhang Ye wanted to get off work early, so he immediately begged with a group of inner disciples.

"It's not for this reason, the main reason is that I only refine one flying sword every day." Zhang Ye said.

"Only refine one flying sword every day?" Tang Tang was a little stunned, unwilling to say, "Boss Zhang, how can there be such a business, earning an extra order is an order, right?"

"Hurry up early tomorrow, everyone." Zhang Ye continued to close the door without explaining too much, but Tang Tang grabbed the door and feigned anger and said, "Boss Zhang, you don't pretend to be aggressive, we are still friends."

"Oh, then I don't need friends." Zhang Ye pushed Tang Tang away and closed the door.

"You..." Tang Tang was so angry that he was dumbfounded, and the other inner disciples complained: "Boss Zhang is too much, why don't we make a trip for nothing?"

"I used to have a friend who was so pretentious. The grass on the grave was already more than three meters high!"

"The key is to refine only one flying sword every day, and then it will be for nothing in the future."

Tang Tang rolled his eyes and shouted: "You are not allowed to say that about Boss Zhang!"

A group of people were a little confused: "Tang Tang, didn't you say that Boss Zhang pretended not to be friends with him at first?"

"Hmph, I just like Boss Zhang who is such a pretentious friend!" Tang Tang raised her voice. She knew that Zhang Ye was still in the blacksmith's shop, so she told him on purpose, and then she glared viciously at many of her classmates: "Tomorrow No one is allowed to compete with me for the quota of refining flying swords, otherwise, I will kill you all!"

Tang Tang acted first, making the other inner disciples who understood it regretful, but we were all friends, and it was not easy to rob Tang Tang if he opened his mouth. It's settled.

Although ten middle-grade spirit stones can barely match the value of middle-grade magical artifacts, the key is that there is no market for the price, and there are few middle-grade magical artifacts in circulation on the market. On Zhang Ye's side, through refining, everyone can have a medium-grade magic weapon, so even if Zhang Ye's rules are harsh, everyone can only accept it. After the discussion, the inner disciples left with a long sigh.

Zhang Ye was watching the movement outside the blacksmith shop, and smiled helplessly. He had given them a chance at first, but each of them thought it too expensive and didn't cherish it. Who can blame this?

Zhang Ye came to the backyard refreshed, cooked a delicious meal, and rewarded himself for his hard work all day.

The next day, Zhang Ye yawned and came to the blacksmith shop. Before he opened the door, he heard the noise outside. It turned out that Tang Tang and his group had been waiting for a long time.

As soon as the door was opened, Tangtang entered the shop first, and complained: "Boss Zhang, where did you go wandering last night, and the door opened so late."

The others smiled maliciously: "Boss Zhang, I saw someone very similar to you in Yingchun Building last night."

"Pay attention to your body, Boss Zhang..."

Zhang Ye opened the door a little late today because of his bedtime, and everyone seized this opportunity to make jokes and slander, but Zhang Ye didn't bother to explain anything, so he smiled and said: "I didn't know how to say it, but since everyone knows my difficulties That’s all right, we’re closed for one day today, everyone hurry up tomorrow.”

When Zhang Ye said this, the inner disciples who were smirking were stunned, and Tang Tang apologized eagerly: "Boss Zhang, we are just joking, a righteous man with a decent style and both talents and looks like you would never Maybe go to the place waiting for the fireworks in Willow Lane!"

Tang Tang glared at the other fellow students again, and everyone started a flattering offensive: "Boss Zhang must have been studying at night by burning the lamp yesterday, specializing in technology!"

"If you want to blame, you can only blame the Xiaoxiao Chicken in Lingtai Town. Whoever made it crow late, we will kill it and make chicken soup later!"

"No, no, who said that Boss Zhang got up late, it's obvious that we came early, everyone agrees?"

...

Zhang Ye discovered that the disciples of the Lingtai Sect, in addition to their high cultivation base, were also very good at flattering. With just such a short moment of effort, Zhang Ye had the illusion that he dared to single out the Yuanying Patriarch.

"Okay, let's continue to operate as usual." Zhang Ye stopped everyone's endless fawning, and asked, "Repair or refinement, which one will go first?"

"Me!" Tang Tang was afraid that others would take the lead, so he quickly took out his Xuanhuo Sword and ten pieces of middle-grade spirit stones that he had cobbled together.

Zhang Ye accepted the spirit stone with a smile, and then began to look at the flying sword, but his brows were tightly frowned.

This made Tang Tang's heart skip a beat, could it be that his flying sword couldn't be refined? Tang Tang asked tremblingly: "Boss Zhang, is there something wrong with Feijian?"

Zhang Ye raised his head: "You need to pay more for your sword."