The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 10: Tang Tang Lianjian

　　Han Ling'er was speechless for a while, using my things to deal with me, what a good guy! But she didn't intend to really beat Zhang Ye, she just felt unfair for the god-level material like Tianjing.

　　"Zhang Ye, the value of Tianjing is too high. Ten spiritual stones are not enough. I will make up for the difference." Han Linger hesitated for a moment, and said pitifully, "Pay in installments, okay?"

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

　　 "But..." Han Ling'er wanted to say something, but Zhang Ye interrupted: "You pay, I strike iron. As for the specific operation, it is my freedom and nothing to do with you. Fairy Han, the refining is complete, slow Go or not."

　　 Han Ling'er is holding the Feihong sword, and she is still dizzy when she leaves the forge. She is becoming more and more curious about Zhang Ye. If she does this business, she will lose money, right?

　　 But then, Han Ling'er had a terrible idea in her heart. It was not that Zhang Ye liked me and deliberately used Sky Crystal to refine the flying sword for me, right?

　　 Thinking of this, Han Ling'er's heart beats faster, and turned around and glanced at the blacksmith's shop, while Zhang Ye was holding a towel while wiping the sign. Seeing Han Ling'er turning back, he consciously smiled slightly.

　　 "Smelly hooligan, huh!" Han Linger's face was flushed as if he was about to bleed, and with a stomping, it turned into a fragrant breeze, and disappeared in Lingtai Town as if he escaped.

　　 Zhang Ye is a little confused, I'm so handsome, why am I a stinky rascal?

　　 On the other side, Han Ling'er returned to the Lingtai Sect like a deer, and a female monk shouted: "Han Ling'er, my old lady also asked Boss Zhang to take care of the flying sword, let's try it again!"

　　 Han Ling'er nodded absently, and soon the two came to the martial arts field.

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

　　Han Ling'er looked a little weird, and tentatively asked: "Are you sure you want to compete with my Feihong sword? Or, I'll change 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 scared?"

　　 "No." Han Ling'er was too lazy to say anything, a clear and agile flying sword flew out of Qiankun's bag, spinning around Han Ling'er.

　　 "Look at the move!" The female monk urged the Yujian Jue, and the mysterious fire 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 at all. With a bang, the two flying swords collided together, causing a cloud of smoke.

　　 "Haha, Han Ling'er, you know how powerful my Profound Fire Sword is!" The female monk felt that she had the chance to win, and she said, but before she finished speaking, a dark red flying sword shot back and inserted it in the female monk. On the ground in front of him, I saw a big hole on the blade. As a low-grade magic weapon, the profound fire sword was as dim and dull as a pig-killing knife.

　　 And Han Ling'er's Feihong sword let out a clear sword chant, and flew back to her hand unharmed.

　　The female monk looked at her Profound Fire Sword, and then at Han Ling'er's Flying Sword, and she was dumbfounded: "Han Ling'er, why does your Feihong Sword suddenly become so spicy?"

　　 Han Ling'er didn’t know how to answer, she simply stopped keeping it, and ran the Feihong Sword with all her strength. As a medium-grade magic weapon, she rose to the sky. The female monk on the opposite side was shocked that her jaw was about to dislocate. She couldn’t believe it. , Feihong Sword has become a middle-grade magic weapon?"

　　"Are you looking for Elder Ouyang to refine it?" The female monk shook her head again, "No, even if Elder Ouyang helps refine it, it is absolutely impossible to upgrade the lower-grade artifact to the middle-grade artifact, Han Ling'er, give it quickly. My mother will tell you the truth!"

　　 Although Han Ling'er and this female monk often talked about each other, they were actually close friends. She didn’t hide it and said, “I’ve got Boss Zhang to refine it. I wanted to make up for the birth defects of Feihong Sword. I think, after refining, I will be promoted to a middle-grade magic weapon."

　　 When he said this, a look of pride appeared on Han Ling'er's face.

　　 "What? Boss Zhang's refinement can improve the quality of the artifact?" The female monk was completely stunned. When they left the blacksmith shop before, they felt that the refinement of ten medium-grade spirit stones was so dark, one by one. He also ran away, but if he knew that Boss Zhang's refinement could raise the rank of magical artifacts, he would have to refine it even if he smashed the pot and sold iron.

　　 The female monk regretted that her intestines were all green, and she immediately took off her sword and ran away.

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

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

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

At the 　　 blacksmith's shop, Zhang Ye saw the setting sun go down, thinking 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 toward the blacksmith's shop aggressively.

　　"Boss Zhang, wait a minute!" Seeing the blacksmith's shop closed, the leading Tang Tang immediately performed the wind tactics and ran to the door in a hurry.

　　 "What are you doing again?" Zhang Ye recognized that these were the group of Lingtai Sect disciples who came to repair swords during the day, and asked curiously.

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

　　 Zhang Ye found it funny. They were too expensive during the day and ran away. They rushed to refine it in the evening. They must have seen Han Ling'er's Feihong sword, right?

　　 "That's it, then you come tomorrow." The system stipulates that it can only be refined once a day, so Zhang Ye issued an order to remove the guests and continued to close the door.

　　 "Boss Zhang, you close the door later, you see we are here." Tang Tang thought Zhang Ye wanted to get off work earlier, and immediately pleaded with a group of inner disciples.

　　 "Not for this reason, mainly because I only refine one flying sword every day." Zhang Ye said.

　　 "Only refine one flying sword every day?" Tang Tang was a little stunned and unwilling to say, "Boss Zhang, how can anyone do this business? Earning one more is a one, right?"

　　"Everyone, hurry up tomorrow." Zhang Ye did not explain too much, and continued to close the door, but Tang Tang grabbed the door and said angrily: "Boss Zhang, you don't pretend to be forced, 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 dumbfounded with anger, and other inner disciples spit out: "Boss Zhang is too much, why don't we go for a trip for nothing."

　　 "I used to have a friend who pretended to be such a force, and the grass at the head of the grave was over three meters high!"

　　"The key is to refine only one flying sword every day, and I will run away in vain 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 dazed: "Tang Tang, didn’t you say that Boss Zhang pretended not to be friends with him?"

　　 "Huh, I just like Boss Zhang's pretending friend!" Tang Tang increased her voice. She knew that Zhang Ye was still in the blacksmith's shop, and she deliberately told him about it, and then stared fiercely at many of her colleagues. : "Tomorrow no one is allowed to grab the spot for refining Feijian, otherwise, I will kill you!"

　　 Tang Tang made the first move and made the other inner disciples who understood it regret it, but everyone was friends. Tang Tang opened his mouth, and it was not easy to grab it again, but after a few people discussed it, they hurried to the back The round is also set.

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

　　 Zhang Ye paid attention to the movement outside in the blacksmith shop, and smiled helplessly. At the beginning, he gave them a chance, but they were too expensive to cherish. Who can blame this?

　　 Zhang Ye came to the backyard refreshed and made a fragrant meal to reward his hard work all day long.

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

As soon as 　　 opened the door, Tang Tang took the lead to enter the shop and complained: "Boss Zhang, where did you go last night? You opened the door so late."

　　 Others smiled unkindly: "Boss Zhang, I saw someone like you in Yingchun Building last night~IndoMTL.com~Pay attention to your body, Boss Zhang..."

　　 Zhang Ye opened the door late because of Lai’s bed today. Everyone caught this opportunity and deliberately joked and smeared, but Zhang Ye didn’t bother to explain anything. He didn’t laugh and said, "I didn’t know how to say it, since everyone knows. My troubles are just fine. I will be closed for one day today, and everyone will hurry up early tomorrow."

　　 What Zhang Ye said, the inner disciples who were smirking were immediately stunned. Tang Tang eagerly apologized: "Boss Zhang, we are joking, a decent, talented and just like you. , It is absolutely impossible to go to the place where the fireworks willow alley is!"

　　 Tang Tang glared fiercely at the other colleagues, and everyone started a flattering offensive: "Boss Zhang must have been studying at night yesterday, specializing in technology!"

　　"If you want to blame, you can only blame the Xiaoxiao chicken in Lingtai Town. Who makes it crow late, let's kill it and cook chicken soup later!"

　　 "No, no, who said that Boss Zhang got up late, it is clear that we came early, right?"

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　　Zhang Ye discovered that in addition to the high level of cultivation, the disciples of the Lingtai Sect were also quite good at flattering. Just such a moment of effort exaggerated the illusion of daring to single out the ancestor of Yuan Ying.

　　 "Okay, then business as usual." Zhang Ye stopped everyone's endless ingratiation, and asked, "Repair or refinement, which one of you first?"

　　 "Me!" Tang Tangsheng was afraid that others would take the lead, and quickly took out his Profound Fire Sword and ten middle-grade spirit stones pieced together.

　　 Zhang Ye smiled at Lingshi, and then he looked at the flying sword, but his brows were frowning very tightly.

　　 This made Tang Tang's heart jump, can't his flying sword be refined? Tang Tang tremblingly asked, "Boss Zhang, is there anything wrong with Feijian?"

　　 Zhang Ye raised his head: "Your sword, you have to add money."