The Magical Blacksmith

On Zhang Ye's side, as soon as he closed the door, he heard a message in his mind: "The side mission is completed, and I got a seal."

A square seal appeared in Zhang Ye's hand. The material was warm and moist, so it must not be a mortal thing. Zhang Ye turned the seal over to see what words were engraved on it, but found that there was no word on the seal surface.

"System, is it possible for me to engrave the words myself?" Zhang Ye didn't understand engraving at all.

"Please host to customize four characters." The system prompted.

Customize it. Zhang Ye thought for a while and joked: "Do you think it would be okay to engrave 'Zhang Ye is so handsome' on it?"

"Ding dong, the carving has been completed."

Zhang Ye had a dark look on his face. It was just a joke. Do you take it seriously? I quickly looked at the seal, and sure enough, there were four characters in small seal script, "Zhang Ye is so handsome."

"Can it be modified?" Zhang Ye was speechless.

"Once carved, it cannot be modified." The system coldly rejected Zhang Ye.

He really shot himself in the foot. As the future god of forging, Zhang Ye's seal was too casual. However, Zhang Ye then thought about it. I'm so handsome in the first place, so I'm scared of him.

It has to be said that Zhang Ye is going further and further on the path of vulgar narcissism.

Immediately, Zhang Ye took out the local sword and covered it with his seal. Four large red characters "Zhang Ye is so handsome" appeared on the sword, as if it were carved, with clear lines.

After stamping the seal, the power of the flying sword suddenly increased by 10%. Zhang Ye was convinced that the current local swords could compete with low-grade spiritual weapons. By the way, the Great Elder of the Lingtai Sect only gave the Tuhao Sword a disguise, not a seal of power. As long as the Tuhao Sword's full power was not stimulated, it would be the same as a high-grade magic weapon.

Zhang Ye hugged the Tuhao Sword and slept happily. The sun rose as usual the next day, and Zhang Ye opened the door refreshed. He had been closed for two days and would definitely open today. After all, improving his forging level required him to continue to take jobs and gain experience.

As soon as the door opened, the monks who had been waiting for a long time filed in and saluted Zhang Ye with clasped fists: "Congratulations to Boss Zhang for refining a top-grade magic weapon."

"Boss Zhang is young and promising, and he is truly a role model for our generation!"

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Even if he helped them repair and refine it in the past, he was not praised so much. Then Zhang Ye understood that although he had superb forging skills in the past, he still belonged to the category of craftsmen, but after refining a top-grade magic weapon (actually a top-grade magic weapon) , allowing him to become a first-class master. At least, even Elder Ouyang cannot match him in the technology of forging flying swords. How can these monks not fawn over him?

Zhang Ye, who understood this, just nodded slightly to the monks and did not take the flattery too seriously.

Many monks saw that Zhang Ye didn't look young and energetic at all, and guarded against arrogance and impetuosity. They admired him a lot. Someone suggested: "Boss Zhang, I didn't see him yesterday. Can you let us see what a high-grade magic weapon looks like?" appearance……"

"Yes, Boss Zhang, please do me a favor. I heard about the birth of the high-grade magic weapon yesterday. I didn't sleep all night. Just let me take a look."

"By the way, Boss Zhang, do you want to sell your high-grade magic weapon?"

"Come on, even if Boss Zhang sells it, can you afford it?"

The monks were joking and suspected of trying to please Zhang Ye. They just hoped that Zhang Ye could show off his top-grade magic weapon and open their eyes to everyone.

"I won't show you." Zhang Ye simply and rudely rejected a group of monks who wanted to please him. Why should I give you the sword that I worked so hard to fight if you want to see it?

The monks said resentfully: "Boss Zhang, I am a regular customer of our shop. Take a look at the many pieces of meat."

"Boss Zhang, how about this? If I pay, it can be treated as a visit fee, okay?"

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The monks begged and even tempted, and Zhang Ye suddenly said: "Who else wants to see the sword? Raise your hand?"

"Me me!" The monks thought Zhang Ye was relieved and quickly raised their hands to sign up.

"Okay, everyone who raised their hands just now, please leave." Zhang Ye said calmly, "Because this is not within the business scope of our store."

The expressions of the monks who raised their hands froze. Damn it, Boss Zhang, you are trying to trick me... A group of people waved their hands again and again and never mentioned the matter of looking at the sword again: "I almost forgot, I am here to maintain the flying sword!"

"Yes, yes, the inner sect competition is about to begin. Sharpen your sword before chopping wood!"

Zhang Ye smiled and said nothing, took the sword from the monk at the front and began to temper it.

Zhang Ye is a workaholic. Once he starts working, he hardly rests. After refining a flying sword every day, he begins to repair the flying sword endlessly. Now that he is famous, even if the fee is expensive, repairing the flying sword There is also an endless stream of people.

During this period, someone took the time to summon up the courage to ask: "Boss Zhang, when will you start new business? For example, selling or helping to create high-grade flying swords?"

This is the issue that everyone is most concerned about at the moment. Zhang Ye's blacksmith shop currently only has two businesses: repair and refining. However, Zhang Ye can obviously create high-grade magic weapons, but he does not carry out this business. The monks are very anxious.

"Depends on your mood." Zhang Ye didn't tell the truth. In fact, high-grade magic weapons are nothing to him, because as long as he has the right materials, he can make them into top-grade magic weapons. He can't even make low-grade magic weapons. To avoid being too shocking, he wanted to start the business of making flying swords after a while. After all, everyone should keep a low profile.

The monks sighed. Among the top ten unsolved mysteries in the world of cultivation, Boss Zhang's mood can definitely be ranked number one.

Zhang Ye was working in full swing. Han Ling'er's father, Han Wushuang, received the news and hurried back to his cave.

"I've met the Great Elder!" Han Wushuang saluted respectfully. Not knowing why the Great Elder suddenly summoned him, he looked at his daughter standing aside with puzzled eyes.

Because the great elder was present, Han Ling'er was unable to explain, so she just gave her father a reassuring look.

The great elder stroked his beard and said, "No courtesy." Then the great elder offered a soul banner, "Wushuang, I heard that you want to use the soul gathering banner to resurrect Xiaoya?"

Xiaoya is Han Ling'er's mother Zhao Ya. When Han Wushuang saw the Soul Gathering Flag, his expression trembled. This was the only possibility for him to save his wife, and he immediately said excitedly: "Yes."

The Great Elder nodded: "You and your wife made great contributions in the war between the two realms, but the sect did not fulfill its due responsibilities. Therefore, I brought the Soul Gathering Flag to try to see if I can recruit Xiaoya back. 's soul."

Han Wushuang's eyes were red, and he didn't know what to say for a moment, so he kowtowed heavily: "Thank you, Great Elder!"

The Great Elder shook his head slightly: "Don't thank me yet. The Soul Gathering Banner was severely damaged in the battle between the two realms. It fell from a high-grade spiritual weapon to a mid-grade magical weapon. Its power is not as powerful as before. Therefore, I cannot guarantee its success."

Han Wushuang nodded. He knew that the Soul Gathering Banner, the Zongzong spiritual weapon, had been severely damaged. It could even be said that the Soul Gathering Banner would be used less once. This is why it takes a lot of credit to exchange for the right to use it. He said: "No matter what Whether things come to pass or not, this disciple is deeply grateful to the great elder for his kindness!"

"If you want to be grateful, just be grateful that you and Xiaoya have a good daughter." The great elder smiled kindly, with brilliance flowing in his hands, and the Soul Gathering Flag grew in the wind.

Han Wushuang was a little confused about the great elder's words. He worked tirelessly to complete the sect's mission, but still failed to reach the level of using the soul gathering flag. He never thought that the great elder personally used the soul gathering flag, and it turned out to be his daughter's credit?

But now that the Soul Gathering Flag has been activated, Han Wushuang has no intention of asking his daughter, but just looks at the Soul Gathering Flag with hope.

The Soul Gathering Flag was completely black and exuded a strong evil aura. When the Soul Gathering Flag grew to the size of a sail, it stopped growing. Han Wushuang saw in his eyes that the Soul Gathering Flag was indeed severely damaged. Once the Soul Gathering Flag in its heyday, once When activated, it covers the sky and the sun, which is definitely not what it looks like.

But Han Wushuang clenched his fists. He believed that if the elder cast a spell, his wife's soul would be brought back. This was also his obsession.

The great elder formed a hand seal, and the soul-gathering flag made a buzzing sound. This was the spirit of the weapon resisting, but the great elder scolded: "How dare you resist the law, evil beast?"

The soul-gathering flag trembled for a moment, and then there was nothing strange about it.

The great elder looked solemn and said to Han Ling'er: "Han Ling'er, use your blood and essence to guide your mother's soul!"

"Yes!" Han Ling'er immediately bit her finger and a drop of blood flew towards the Soul Gathering Flag.

At this moment, a black humanoid skeleton emerged from the Soul Gathering Banner and swallowed Han Ling'er's blood in one gulp. This was the spirit of the Soul Gathering Banner, and the great elder had been scolding it before.

The humanoid skeleton swallowed Han Ling'er's blood, still reluctantly, but the great elder's eyes widened, and the humanoid skeleton trembled in fright. He immediately stretched out his hands, grabbed the air in front of him, and tore it violently.

It seems that the door to another world has been opened. Through this crack, you can see the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the other world. Is this the legendary underworld?

Han Ling'er almost couldn't hold it back and almost vomited. Even Han Wushuang turned pale.

At this moment, a woman's figure suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the gap. Han Wushuang looked excited and blurted out with tears in his eyes: "Xiaoya!"

Han Ling'er also saw that the figure was her mother.

The woman's face was peaceful. When her figure gradually became clear from blur, she suddenly opened her eyes. She looked at everything suspiciously. When she saw Han Wushuang and Han Ling'er, she opened her mouth to say something, but no one could hear it. Her words seemed to have an invisible barrier separating the two worlds.

"Quick!" The great elder formed a formation with his hands, and a golden light flew towards the Soul Gathering Flag. The humanoid skeleton roared, and the skeleton's hand reached into the rift in time and space.

The skeleton held Zhao Ya's soul in its hand and was slowly withdrawing. Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Zhao Ya's soul is brought back, it can be resurrected.

But at this moment, a Rakshasa with two horns appeared. It looked very angry, brandished a sickle, and chopped off the skeleton's hand.

The skeleton howled in pain, turned into black smoke, and disappeared into the soul-gathering flag.

"No!" Han Wushuang held his head and cried out in pain. He was so close to bringing Zhao Ya's soul back, but he never thought he would meet the guards of the underworld!

The great elder also sighed a little, and immediately formed a seal, preparing to close the space-time rift. Just as the crack gradually shrank, the Rakshasa from the underworld seemed to have seen the scene here, and immediately reached out and grabbed the space-time rift that was about to heal. , it roared, wanting to tear it open again to descend into this world.

The great elder's expression changed: "Not good!"