The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 133: Pill medicine becomes essence

The magic weapon explosion case ended here. Although it proved that it had nothing to do with Zhang Ye, Zhang Ye was not happy at all. After all, the culprit was still at large.

At the dawn of the next day, Zhang Ye opened a store. In addition to completing previous appointments, he also accepted new jobs. Only a month or so will hold the Five Domains Youth Forging Masters Exchange Conference, and Zhang Ye must make some preparations for this.

As for his crazy pick-up, it was because he heard that only the king's weapon can stand out at the exchange conference. Zhang Ye wants to upgrade to level 7 as soon as possible. The system says that he can learn the king's forging skills.

After a few days, when Zhang Yegang opened the door one morning, a group of people carrying a coffin and a group of people carrying a Danding blocked the door of the forge.

This weird look makes Zhang Ye feel that he is not good.

"What do you guys do?" Zhang Ye asked bitterly.

The Tuoba macho and Wu Jian stood up, and after an explanation, Zhang Ye understood that it was Zhang Ye who opened the door to do business. The clergymen of the Changsheng Sect and the Three Corpse Sect rushed out to ask Zhang Ye to forge the magic weapon. The result was just right. Bumped together.

"Well, which one of you first?" With hundreds of people coming, Zhang Ye would definitely not finish it in one day, so he asked.

"I'll come first, I'll come first." Elder Tuoba and Wu Jian said in unison.

Immediately, the two looked at each other with unkind eyes: "Obviously our Changshengzong came first,"

"Fart, our three corpses came first."

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The quarrel between the two parties gets more intense. Zhang Ye feels that if this goes on, he might get into a fight. Elders Wu Jian and Tuoba are a little friendly with him, and it’s not good to show favoritism. Zhang Ye said, "This way, while One, in turn."

Hearing Zhang Ye's words, the two parties died down, but before a while, there were endless disputes over who could be the first to find Zhang Ye forge.

"You Wu Jian is the old man. When Zhang Ye and I met, you still wore open crotch pants!" Elder Tuoba triumphed.

"Stop blowing, I have a life-long friendship with Master Zhang!" Wu Jian thought that he was almost stuck in the best soul coffin last time, and Zhang Ye saved him, so he roared out confidently.

"Zhang Ye laughed at me!"

"I have touched Zhang Ye..."

Zhang Ye got goosebumps all over, how could it be like a harem concubine fighting for favor? If two young girls are fighting for favor, the key is two thousand-year-old old men. Can they not be sick?

Zhang Ye didn't want to get mixed up, and planned to enter the blacksmith's shop to rest for a while, but the two suddenly stopped Zhang Ye: "Master Zhang, who do you think we will go first?"

Zhang Ye looked at the jealous two, and the chrysanthemum tightened, it wouldn't be good to flip anyone's cards, no, it doesn't seem to be good to let anyone forge first.

Zhang Ye had an idea: "Let's do it, since you can't keep up with each other, it's up to whoever paid the higher price, starting with a low-grade immortal stone."

Elders Wu Jian and Tuoba were stunned. Zhang Ye made it clear that they were cheating money, but it was related to the dignity of the two sects, and they could only jump if they knew it was a pit.

"I will produce a low-grade fairy stone!"

"Two pieces!"

"Three pieces!"

The two clenched their tooth crowns, pieced together, shouting until fifteen low-grade immortal stones.

There is no Longevity Zongfu in the Three Corpse Sect. Wu Jian couldn't hold it anymore, and asked: "Master Zhang, can I replace it with something else?"

Zhang Ye held back his smile: "No."

Wu Jian sighed, and had to give the first chance to Elder Tuoba, but seeing Elder Tuoba handing over fifteen low-grade immortal stones in pain, Wu Jian was a little gloat.

The two have been quarreling, but the forging order finally unfolded in an orderly manner.

When it was dark, Zhang Ye just created a magic weapon for some people, and ordered the others to hurry up tomorrow morning, before closing the door, Zhang Ye called Elder Tuoba and returned the fifteen immortal stones.

Elder Tuoba was stunned: "Zhang Ye, what is this?"

"I don't run a black shop. How can I slaughter customers?" Zhang Ye never charges arbitrarily. Naturally, this rule will not be broken. He requested this before just to avoid disputes.

Elder Tuoba understood what Zhang Ye meant, and was moved, but he was also embarrassed to take back fifteen low-grade immortal stones, pondered for a moment, and took out a gourd: "Zhang Ye, there is nothing good. Thank you."

"What is it?" Zhang Ye thought it was a pill, and shook it curiously.

"A pill of pill in the Zongmen warehouse became essence, and I stole a lot of medicinal materials, so I sealed its spirit soul." Elder Tuoba said embarrassedly, "It's not a good thing, but in the future You can use it if you don’t have a tool."

The pill becomes essence? It's interesting.

However, Zhang Ye asked: "Then it is willing to become a tool spirit?"

"What if I don't want to, I stole so many medicinal materials from my sect, and it's good if I didn't let it fly away." Elder Tuoba said quietly, and it seems that the anger has not disappeared.

"Okay, then I would like to thank Elder Tuoba." Zhang Ye had helped people attach spirits, but he had never possessed a spirit soul, so he accepted it.

Wu Jian saw this scene and sneered: "Huh, what is it to give a spirit soul? I just look down on Master Zhang!"

"Oh, dare you to send it too?" Elder Tuoba ran on.

"Of course!" Wu Jian did his part to take out a mummy from Qiankun's bag, and proudly introduced, "Master Zhang, this is a mummy with ten thousand years of age. It tastes right. It's okay to take a breath of corpse. !"

Zhang Ye got sick for a while, and made up for it because of the Three Corpse Sect's techniques, which is of no use to Zhang Ye, so he declined and said: "It's too expensive, you can keep it for yourself."

"Master Zhang, you don't have to be polite with me." Wu Jian didn't understand, he wanted to put the corpse into Zhang Ye's hands.

Zhang Ye finally exploded his hair: "In this way, I will block your three corpses!"

Hearing this, Wu Jian had no choice but to give up. He took a mouthful of the corpse like you didn't appreciate it, and then left with satisfaction.

Zhang Ye closed the door, teased the pangolin, and then lay on the bed in a daze. The loneliness swept over him. Zhang Ye couldn't help but miss Han Ling'er, Xiaoen and Murong Hongzhuang. I don’t know how they are now. What worries you most is Han Ling'er, whether he has cured the cold and yin Juemai...

The remote Western Regions, the endless scorched earth, the air is full of the smell of saltpetre, but this is the paradise of the Three Thousand Demon Dao Sect.

The Demon Sect, in ancient times, was the leader of the Demon Sect. However, due to the fall of the ancestor, the successor was weak, the Demon Sect gradually declined and became a third-rate Demon Sect.

Today’s Demon Sect, there is only one solitary mountain left. At the top of the solitary mountain, there is a pool of blood boiling water. If anyone in the magic path is present, you can recognize it at a glance. It turned out to be formed by too strong demon energy. water.

What is demonic energy? When the world is first born, there is yin and yang. The spiritual energy cultivated by people in the right way is yang, and the devil energy cultivated by people in the magic way is yin.

Whether it is spiritual qi or devil qi, there is not much content between heaven and earth, but it can make magic qi rich into water, which shows how big a handwriting it is.

At this moment, the boiling spring water suddenly stopped rolling, and even condensed into ice at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then, the ice surface broke open, and a woman with white hair like snow slowly rose up, her icy muscles and bones, even if it was only her back, as long as men in the world saw it, they would not hesitate to fall in love with her.

The two elders Xuanyou Xuanming immediately took the plain clothes to approve the woman: "How do you feel?"

The woman's voice is cold and pleasant: "It's okay."

Xuanyou Xuanming glanced at each other, what does it mean to be okay?

Women's hands are a little bit, an ice mirror suddenly appeared in the air, reflecting the face of the woman who is all over the country and the city.

Huh? Han Ling'er!

The white-haired woman is Han Ling'er. She looked at herself in the mirror, stroking her long white hair, with a touch of sadness in her eyes, and murmured: "Zhang Ye, I wonder if you will hate me when you see me now. ?"

The second elders of You Ming understood why Han Ling'er was not in a high mood, and persuaded: "Ling'er, you are now at your peak, and the world will fall at your feet. If any man dares to speak ill of you, kill him."

After the two elders of You Ming finished speaking, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and the two ancestors of the ancestors of the primordial souls were even cold.

Han Ling'er said: "Zhang Ye is different."

"Yes, Zhang Ye is not the same." The second elders of You Ming quickly agreed, and the suffocating temperature suddenly returned to normal. They had lingering fears. The cold and deadly veins who inherited the inheritance of the magic sect are really extraordinary. .

Although the two old men of Youming said so, but I feel that Zhang Ye and Han Ling'er, the lovers, can't be together after all~IndoMTL.com~ because one is just a slightly talented blacksmith, and the other is destined to become the master of the magic way. The two no longer belong to the same world.

How can Han Ling'er know what the two elders of You Ming are thinking? She covered her face with her bare hands, and an ice crystal mask gradually took shape, covering up her alluring face: "I will abide by my promise and let the Demon Cult become the supreme of the Western Regions. I will go to Zhang Ye."

The two elders of Youming glanced at each other. No matter what happened to Han Ling'er, as long as she did not forget her mission, the two immediately knelt down and paid homage: "Welcome the saint to return!"

The saint is the title of the overlord of the demon sect.

"Free gift." Han Ling'er stretched out a hand, and a red flying sword flew into her hand. She stroked the blade, "Zhang Ye, wait for me."

Han Ling'er's sword flew up and killed himself to the nearest demon sect.

The two elders of the Netherworld are so excited, the magic sect is finally about to rise!

"But, there are so many spiritual artifacts in the sect, and even royal artifacts. The saints don’t use them, but use this superb artifact?"

"The cold and yin Juemai has become the Taiyin divine vein. She is the strongest magic weapon in her own right, and she uses the same thing, as long as the saint likes it."

"Yes, tell my disciples to follow in the footsteps of the saint and regain the glory of my demon sect!"

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Zhang Ye tossed on the bed and couldn't sleep. Thinking of something, he opened the gourd stopper and a white ball of light rose into the sky, but a bone knife flew out and immediately hit it back to the ground.

The light group turned around, trying to find a breakthrough, but every time it was swiftly climbed by the bone knife and blocked it back.

Zhang Ye watched this scene and sighed that the world is so great. He didn't expect the pill to turn into essence, it turned out to be like this.

"Guwazi, look at the hammer, don't take the bone knife yet, want to hack Laozi to death?" The light group made a sound.

Zhang Ye was stunned, holding the grass, it is still a pill that can speak dialects.