The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 123: The best soul coffin
When they heard this, everyone shut up and dared not jump to conclusions, and looked at Master Liu sympathetically. This is a typical lesson from the past.
Master Liu was stared at by these gazes. He didn't believe in this evil. He wanted to speak and pretend to be forced. He gritted his teeth and said: "The real master forging, the magic weapon level is directly formed, how can it be improved a little? The soul coffin stops at the middle-grade spirit weapon!"
It makes sense, but the truth does not apply to slapped faces. The monks onlookers covered their mouths and dared not make any comments. You should protect yourself!
Obviously, the decision of these monks was correct. As soon as Master Liu's voice fell, the coercion of high-grade spiritual weapons radiated from the blacksmith shop. Although it has not yet finally taken shape, the soul coffin built by Zhang Ye seems to have suppressed the heavenly soldiers. On the side of the pavilion soul coffin, after all, the soul coffin belongs to the Yinbao, and the Pluto Iron is more suitable for it.
The monks looked at Master Liu's eyes, no longer sympathy, but pity. They warned not to jump to conclusions and beware of slaps. They never thought that Master Liu was stubborn and insisted on being beaten by Zhang Ye.
The monks didn't bother to pay attention to the four principals of the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion anymore, cheering for Zhang Ye. Recall that the four principals of the Tianbing Pavilion joined forces to bully Zhang Ye, but Zhang Ye was chased by Zhang Ye and tied. Such abilities are truly admirable!
Master Liu's face is red, and he feels uncomfortable in his heart. Just about to say something, the other chiefs whispered to persuade them: "Old Liu, something is not right, so stop talking!"
"Just say a few words, you are not ashamed, I still have a face..."
The other principals showed bitterness. They had no grievances with Zhang Ye, but were dragged aboard by principal Liu. They thought it was a battleship that could ride the wind and waves, but never thought it was a broken ship that would capsize as soon as the waves hit.
So, other principals hate Mr. Liu.
The four principals of the Tianbing Pavilion awkwardly stepped aside from the main entrance of the blacksmith shop, because others saw Zhang Ye's gaze and cut them like a knife.
The monks stared at Zhang Ye for a while. It was a little strange. Although the soul coffin had been built, Zhang Ye didn't stop at all.
Someone couldn't help but asked President Sima: "President, what else is Master Zhang doing?"
"I don't know." President Sima is an old pedantic. If you don't know or don't know, he is simply neat.
The monks were astonished in disappointment. Even President Sima didn't know. It seemed that no one knew what Zhang Ye was going to do next.
No, the monks suddenly reacted. Isn't Master Liu "all-knowing and all-powerful"? Although it is wrong every time, it should be a pleasure.
A monk asked: "Master Liu, do you know what Master Zhang has to do?"
As soon as the principal Liu wanted to speak, several other principals exhorted: "Old Liu, be cautious in your words and actions."
Master Liu has a trace of resentment and a trace of anger, and pats his chest: "Don't worry, you can't make a mistake this time!"
The other principals still didn't believe it, and stood a little farther away, meaning that the following remarks of Mr. Liu have nothing to do with them.
Master Liu coughed and said: "Zhang Ye wants to make the soul coffin into a superb spiritual weapon, everyone applauds!"
The best spirit weapon? Judging by Zhang Ye's ability to refine the best spirit tripod and his current performance, it is not impossible, but everyone is a little puzzled. Master Liu has been hurting Zhang Ye. Why does he suddenly have high hopes for Zhang Ye?
The other principals of the Tianbing Pavilion understood in an instant, thumbs up, and whispered in praise: "Old Liu, great trick!"
Master Liu smiled triumphantly. He said that Zhang Ye wanted to create the best soul coffin, he wanted to kill Zhang Ye. Once Zhang Ye couldn't make it, it was not Master Liu, but Zhang Ye who was ashamed.
I have to say, Master Liu has learned to be clever.
The rest of the monks were not stupid, and for a moment they understood Master Liu's plan. Although despicable, it is understandable.
The monks still cheered for Zhang Ye, regardless of whether he can create the best soul coffin, but one enemy four is admirable.
The soul coffin built by Zhang Ye is only one foot long, which is much smaller than the soul coffin built by Tianbing Pavilion, but it is more powerful.
Unconsciously, there was a dark cloud over Tiandao City, lightning and thunder, and a waterfall-like thunder leaned down. Zhang Ye raised the Taoist hammer in his hand to absorb Leiwei.
The forging of the best spiritual weapons is different from the best magic weapons. Zhang Ye needs to call Lei Jie to temper the magic weapons to achieve the best!
This majestic scene is unheard of by everyone, no, one person has seen it, Master Liu!
Zhang Ye refined the Xuanhuang Baoding into the best spirit weapon that day. Isn't it just such a trick?
Ms. Liu's face is ashamed. Could it be that Zhang Ye can really turn the soul coffin into a superb spiritual weapon? I wanted to kill Zhang Ye, but I didn't think about it.
Zhang Ye contained Lei Wei's hammer and slammed it on the soul coffin. The entire soul coffin became red and hot, the arc spread out, and many monks foamed at their mouths when they were electrocuted.
Chairman Sima made a decisive decision to isolate the thunder with a formation method, which allowed the monks onlookers to breathe, but they had lingering fears, holding the grass and watching Zhang Ye hit the iron, almost died...
When the light faded, the soul coffin was quietly placed on Zhang Ye’s anvil, but the coercion of the best spirit weapon and the special aura of the soul coffin made everyone feel that there was a Shura evil spirit lying inside...
Zhang Ye held the soul coffin and walked out of the blacksmith's shop. At the right time, the dark clouds dispersed, and a ray of sunlight just shone on Zhang Ye's body, which made the monks have an urge to worship.
"It's forged." Zhang Ye's voice was faint.
"Master Zhang is mighty!" The cheers of the monks were like a mountain whistling a tsunami. Even the monks who had previously rejected Zhang Ye as a foreigner were deeply impressed by his ability at this moment.
Chairman Sima previously felt that failure is the mother of success. Zhang Ye will go further after experiencing setbacks. He never thought that a genius among geniuses would never fail. At this moment, President Sima, as if drunk, stroked his beard, and said okay again and again.
The four principals of the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion stood there dumbfounded. The four of them joined hands and used the Four Holy Irons. As a result, Zhang Smelt produced the best spirit weapon and directly crushed it!
At this time, some monks also gave a thumbs up to Master Liu: "Master Liu was right, amazing!"
"Knowing that Zhang Ye can forge the best spirit weapon, but he still has to come to the door to challenge it, his courage is commendable!"
Liu Master is bitter, he swears, this is the most uncomfortable compliment he has heard in his life.
"Old Liu, why are you harming me?!" Master Liang was not angry, and rushed up to choke Master Liu by the neck.
Looking for Zhang Ye to settle the account was originally the responsibility of Master Liu. This time is good, all of them have been dragged into the water. Can you not be angry?
When President Sima saw this scene, he did not persuade him. Failure is the mother of success. You can’t afford to lose. How can there be room for improvement in the future?
Chairman Sima cleared his throat and said: "I announce that Zhang Ye will win this duel!"
Although this is true, the monks still cheered for a while. They can foresee that from now on, the magic blacksmith shop run by Zhang Ye will become another forging force after the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion and the Magic Treasure Association. !
Although Zhang Ye is the only one in Magic Blacksmith's shop, this is even more outstanding!
Zhang Ye didn't pay much attention to the flattery of the monks, but just nodded politely in response.
This makes the monks even more admired. Zhang Ye is young and possesses peerless skills, but guards against arrogance and rashness. He will definitely become a top figure like the Lord of the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion!
Chairman Sima also praised Zhang Ye, and then walked to the four main officials of the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion, "stop it all!"
Only Master Liu, with a blue nose and swollen face, was able to breathe, and said gratefully: "Thank you, Chairman."
Chairman Sima looked indifferent: "I'm not here to persuade Zhang Ye, I'm here to help Zhang Ye ask for a bet, hand over your forged badge, and a low-grade immortal stone."
The matter of Xianshi is easy to say, but if they are asked to hand over the forged badges, the four main rudders of the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion will inevitably suspend business, which will not only cause monetary loss, but also reputation loss...
The faces of several principals are all green, and they are determined to deny their accounts, but President Sima is the host of this duel, so he dare not deny them at all!
The four principals handed over the forged badges and immortal stones as if their parents were dead. They came violently and left in a desperate manner. This matter will surely contract the laughter of Tiandao City in the next century or even a thousand years.
Before leaving, Master Liu suddenly thought of something and found Wu Jian of the Three Corpse Sect: "Well, don’t you have enough money? I will collect your deposit for two low-grade immortal stones, and then collect three immortal stones later. Soul coffin." It's a little bit to save a little loss.
Only then did Wu Jian recover from an overwhelming affair, looked at Master Liu, and slapped him on the face: "Go away!"
I saw Zhang Ye's superb soul coffin, and he couldn't even see the soul coffin of Tianbing Pavilion.
"Hey, do you dare to hit me?" Master Liu covered his face with a dazed expression. Their Heavenly Soldier Pavilion has always been aloof and has never been beaten.
But Wu Jian is a master of transforming gods, he is not easy to attack, and endures his anger: "Give you one last chance, otherwise I will put the soul coffin in the treasure hall!"
"Hurry up and get out." Wu Jian had previously asked for Master Liu~IndoMTL.com~ Knowing that he was slaughtered and respectful, but with Zhang Ye, a better choice, he would naturally not give Master Liu a good face.
"You..." Master Liu flicked his sleeves, walked two steps bitterly, and then turned around: "Or, I can sell you two low-grade immortal stones!"
Wu Jian kicked Master Liu far away.
This kick will be recorded in the annals of history, and it will be the beginning of the Tianbing Pavilion gradually losing its monopoly status in Tiandao City.
Wu Jian drove away the four principals of the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion and squeezed to the front: "Master Zhang, sell the soul coffin to me, okay? I will bankrupt my family at all!"
In order to win this duel, Zhang Ye purchased the Pluto Iron from the system mall, which consumes a lot of money, and Zhengzhou does not know what to do with this superb soul coffin. It would be great if someone bought it.
"How much can you pay?" Zhang Ye wondered, why should I get the cost back.
Wu Jian immediately took out two low-grade celestial stones: "There are currently two low-grade celestial stones, how much is the difference, I will go back to get them later."
"Deal!" Zhang Ye simply and neatly, took the lower-grade immortal stone, and handed out the soul coffin.
Wu Jian looked at the best soul coffin in his hand. He felt a little unreal. After he was overjoyed, he asked: "Master Zhang, haven't you said how bad the fairy stone is?"
"That's enough!" Although the value of Pluto's iron is great, two low-grade immortal stones are more than enough. Besides, Zhang Ye loves money and takes the right way.
This scene moved everyone. Previously, the high-grade soul coffin in the Tianbingge district dared to ask for five low-grade immortal stones, while Zhang Ye’s top-grade soul coffin only sold two low-grade immortal stones. It is the conscience of the industry. The blacksmith's fee is expensive, and Lao Tzu tore his mouth.
The most touching thing is Wu Jian. In places like Tiandao City, where the weak and strong, I didn't expect to run into a young man with an innocent nature like Zhang Ye. Wow, Wu Jian held the soul coffin and cried loudly.