The Magical Blacksmith

"No wonder Boss Zhang robbed us of so much money. These materials are indeed worth the price!"

"But why does Boss Zhang take them out one by one? Isn't it good to take them out all at once?"

"You didn't know this, right? Pretending is very effective!"

The monks no longer complained about Zhang Ye taking advantage of the situation, but were somewhat complacent. The elder also breathed a sigh of relief, and indeed he did not trust the wrong person.

At this time, Yu Wenhua also came to his senses. He hesitated for a moment and said to Zhang Ye: "I have to say that you can bring out so many treasures, which is indeed an eye-opener for me. However, the superior magic sword, It’s not about who uses more materials!”

Yu Wenhua didn't say anything yet. Different materials have different properties. If they are mixed together randomly, not only will they not be able to increase the power of the magic sword, but they will restrict each other and be counterproductive.

There was a hint of contempt in Yu Wenhua's eyes. Even if Zhang Ye could forge magic weapons, his attainments were definitely not high. After all, he didn't understand such a simple truth.

How could Zhang Ye not know what Yu Wenhua was thinking, and said with a smile: "It is true that there are many materials that restrict each other, but a true forging master can make them complement each other."

Yu Wenhua blushed. He had hidden this secret before, not wanting to tell Zhang Ye this secret. He had never thought that Zhang Ye had always understood that mixed materials could easily affect the quality of forging. In addition, Zhang Ye also said that a true forging master It will make all materials complement each other. This legendary forging process is a realm that Yuwen Culture can only hope to achieve!

"It's better to say it than to sing it!" Yu Wenhua absolutely did not want to believe that Zhang Ye had such attainments. He came back to his senses and sarcastically put thirty kilograms of blood demon steel into the furnace and began to forge the knife.

Zhang Ye did not put the treasure materials into the furnace all at once, but instead screened and sorted them and then calcined them one by one. Han Ling'er followed Zhang Ye's instructions and constantly adjusted the heat.

Zhang Ye would definitely spend more time doing this. Before half of the precious materials were calcined, Yu Wenhua had already refined the Blood Demon Steel and placed it on the anvil. He was like a chef undressing an ox, forging the metal into a knife with ease.

Not long after, Yu Wenhua created a blood-red ghost-headed sword, which was so sinister that it made people shudder at just a glance.

"Spiritual weapon, I didn't expect Yuwen Wenhua to actually forge a spiritual weapon!"

Everyone on the Blood God Sect side was excited, but on the Lingtai Sect side, their faces were ashen.

Spiritual weapons are magic weapons of a higher level than magic weapons. In Lingtai Sect or Blood God Sect, every spiritual weapon is listed as a treasure of the sect. Yu Wenhua can continuously build spiritual weapons. In time, Blood God Sect will surely overwhelm the sect. Go past Lingtai Sect.

"It's too early to tell. Only if the spirit is successfully possessed, it will be a real spiritual weapon!" The monk at the Lingtai was unwilling to believe this fact and prayed that Yu Wenhua failed in the spirit possession.

By the way, spirit possession is the most critical step in forging a spiritual weapon. It is to extract the soul of a certain creature, seal it in the magic weapon, and become the consciousness of the spiritual weapon. Just like the quenching step in the forging of the flying sword, if it is successful, then The magic weapon is born, but if it fails, all previous efforts will be wasted.

I saw Yu Wenhua take out a gourd, and inside was the soul he had prepared. He opened the stopper, and a ball of black air spurted out, turning into a green-faced and fanged ghost.

The timid monk turned pale with fright, and the bold monk also gasped. You must know that the more powerful the possessed soul is, the greater the power of the spiritual weapon. I never thought that in order to increase the power of the spiritual weapon, this Yuwen culture actually used An evil ghost that has become a climate. It seems that it is at least a golden elixir level evil ghost. I don’t know where he got it.

The evil ghost was released from the gourd and smelled the blood of strangers. He howled with excitement and was about to go on a killing spree, but Yu Wenhua picked up the forged ghost-head knife and inserted it into the heart of the evil ghost.

The evil ghost roared hoarsely, but the ghost-headed sword made a gurgling sound as if drinking water. The evil ghost's smoke-like body was gradually absorbed by the ghost-headed sword.

The Ghost Head Sword, which had absorbed the evil spirits, exuded the power that only a spiritual weapon could have. It seemed as if it was trying to break free from Yu Wenhua's hand. Yu Wenhua made a prompt decision, bit off his middle finger, and smeared it on the Ghost Head Sword's body.

The throbbing of the Ghost Head Sword disappears because it has recognized its owner with blood. This Ghost Head Sword will live forever and will only obey Yu Wenhua's orders.

At this point, the spiritual weapon is refined.

The morale of the Blood God Sect was greatly boosted. While cheering for Yu Wenhua, they also did not forget to ridicule the Lingtai Sect.

"I heard that the Lingtai Sect's soul-gathering flag, the sect-suppressing weapon, was damaged and cannot be used again for a hundred years. How pitiful!"

"I teach forging masters like You Yu Wenhua that as long as there are enough materials, they can forge an endless supply of spiritual weapons. Within a hundred years, they will surely become a second-rate sect!"

"At that time, the Lingtai Sect will be destroyed!"

At this moment, the elder of the Blood God Sect suddenly shouted angrily: "How can our Blood God Sect be so vicious?!"

Everyone in the Blood God Sect was puzzled. This was not like the elder's style. Immediately, the elder of the Blood God Sect looked at Li Rulong and continued: "Lingtai Sect is our friend sect. No matter how unbearable you are, I, the Blood God Sect, will not abandon you."

"When the Blood God Sect becomes a second-rate sect, as long as you, Li Rulong, lower your head and beg me, or let your delicate sect master be our sect leader's concubine, I will reluctantly accept you as a handyman serving tea and water. !”

As soon as these words were said, everyone in the Blood God Sect laughed loudly and echoed: "The elder has a kind heart and is a role model for our generation!"

"I will first reserve two female monks from the Lingtai Sect to serve as cauldrons!"

Listening to the cynicism of the Blood God Sect, the Lingtai Sect became furious and drew their swords one after another. As long as the great elder gave the order, they would not hesitate to die in battle.

The great elder's veins popped out, and he wanted to retort, but he had refined the spiritual weapon, and he did have the confidence to shout; he wanted to order a war, but he had to consider the consequences of the war between the two sects. By then, he would have defeated the Blood God Sect. , I am afraid that the disciples will also suffer heavy casualties. This is the situation that the Great Elder does not want to see the most.

Just when the Lingtai Sect was jumping in anger, a voice suddenly sounded: "If you refine a low-grade spiritual weapon and you can become so obscene, you might as well write a novel."

Everyone looked up and saw Zhang Ye hammering away at the sword, and the sound was coming from him.

"Zhang Ye!" Everyone's hearts were filled with excitement. Yes, the Blood God Sect can only refine a low-grade spiritual weapon. As long as Zhang Ye refines a more powerful magic weapon, he can unleash this evil spirit!

However, when the monks saw the magical sword that Zhang Ye had tempered, their hearts felt cold again. Damn it, it turned out to be a magical weapon!

The Blood God Sect also noticed that Zhang Yediao's sword was basically in shape. It was in the style of a Tang sword. The blade exuded a colorful halo and looked good.

But, it just looks good!

Everyone in the Blood God Sect laughed loudly: "I was shocked. When you said this, I thought you had refined a royal weapon!"

"It turns out it's just a magic weapon, forget it, it's just a middle-grade magic weapon!"

"It's shameless to say that, are you the joke invited by Li Rulong?"

Zhang Ye's sword does indeed appear to be a mid-grade magical weapon, which makes everyone in the Lingtai Sect feel even more shameless.

"I felt like I was going to lose from the moment Zhang Ye accepted the knife forging!"

"It's a complete failure to lose everything in exchange for a three-hour delay."

"Zhang Ye, no one will think you are dumb if you don't speak!" Some Jindan monks became so angry that they even blamed him like this.

Zhang Ye turned a deaf ear to these words and was busy forging his sword. Some cultivators were so angry that they shouted: "Zhang Ye, give us back our hard-earned money!"

Having said that, several Jindan elders were going to trouble Zhang Ye.

"Presumptuous!" the great elder scolded.

"Great Elder, I know you admire Zhang Ye very much, but now, we have lost!" The monks were heartbroken and mustered up the courage to continue, "If he has not refined a spiritual weapon, what qualifications does he have to take our hard-earned money?"

The Great Elder drew out his sword and cut a ravine in the ground: "Whoever dares to cross this line will be punished as a treason!"

The Great Elder stared at Zhang Ye with burning eyes. Although he was also a little disappointed, he thought of another possibility. If Zhang Ye could forge the best magic weapon like he forged the local tycoon sword last time, who would win and who would lose? Gotta give it a try.

"This..." The monks looked at each other. They did not expect that the great elder would still defend Zhang Ye so much. Although they were not convinced, they did not dare to step forward to disturb Zhang Ye.

At this moment, Zhang Ye finished casting the colorful Tang Dao, and the breath of the high-grade magical weapon spurted out, which made everyone stunned.

Can the forged magic weapon be upgraded piece by piece?

However, the Blood God Sect still didn't take it to heart and said with a smile: "High-grade magic weapon? There are two brushes, but compared to the spiritual weapon, they are far behind."

"It's a waste of time, just admit defeat!"

Zhang Ye ignored it and just ordered: "Fire."

This was the last calcining before quenching. Han Ling'er was a little nervous, but controlled the heat in an orderly manner. Zhang Ye felt the temperature and put the Tang Dao into the furnace.

During this period, Zhang Ye was not idle. He scooped up a ladle of quenching water and frowned: "Great Elder, is there any better water?"

A monk who had gone to the blacksmith's shop to drink it cursed: "Elder Ouyang's quenching water is much better than that in the blacksmith's shop!"

"Hmph, he must be trying to take advantage of the situation again!"

Zhang Ye didn't explain anything. He couldn't use the five-color divine water now, so he had to use a higher-grade water source to quench it.

The great elder thought for a moment and said, "Wait for me."

The great elder disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, he reappeared, but with an amethyst bottle in his hand.

The moment he saw the bottle, the monk from the Lingtai knelt down with a plop: "Great Elder, you must not do this!"

The amethyst bottle contains transmutation water, which is one of the treasures of the Lingtai Sect. This transmutation water cannot help the monks improve their realm, but if they are seriously injured, as long as they have a breath, the transmutation water can bring them back to life!

Is the Great Elder going to bring this life-saving transformation water to Zhang Ye to temper his sword? This was more serious than losing all their money, and the monks immediately quit.

"What's in this amethyst bottle is not water, but human lives!"

"It's just a high-grade magic weapon. Winning or losing is a foregone conclusion. Why should the Great Elder be so stubborn?"

The foundation-building monks did not dare to speak, but the Jindan elders burst into tears and wished they could tear their hearts out.

The Great Elder did not get angry, but shouted categorically: "If you don't become a magic weapon, I will resign as the Great Elder!"

After finishing speaking, the elder ignored the dissuasion and handed the amethyst bottle into Zhang Ye's hands.