The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 18: Jin Wu Bo Lei

　　 Zhang Ye tempered the sword embryo, and the flying sword gradually took shape. It can be seen that it is a common Han sword style.

When the monks saw this scene, they shook their heads and their eyes were filled with disappointment. They communicated with their spiritual thoughts: "The Han sword is quite satisfactory, but the power it radiates is undoubtedly a low-grade magic weapon."

　　 "Waste, dignified flame gold, only to be a low-grade artifact, it is really a violent thing!"

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　　 The monks were heartbroken. They felt that even a layman like themselves could make a better magical artifact with Yanhuang gold. For a while, their eyes were full of resentment when they saw Zhang Ye.

　　 But Zhang Ye's tempering didn't stop, he didn't rush, just like a puppet, mechanically waving a hammer.

　　 "I'm still slapped, hurrying back to the furnace and rebuilding it may be able to save some Yanhuang Jin..." Some monks couldn't help but ranted.

　　 "Yes, boss Zhang, don't do it!"

　　 The cultivators couldn’t help but made a noise. Han Ling'er frowned. Although she found that Zhang Ye’s sword was of mediocre quality, she agreed to help Zhang Ye protect the law. The Feihong sword hung in the air, exuding a thick sound. Killing intent, Han Linger scolded: "Shut up, don't disturb Zhang Smelting Sword!"

　　 The monks stopped talking, and finally a few monks who consciously had a good relationship with Han Linger stood up and said: "Sister Han, you have a good relationship with Boss Zhang, persuade him, go back to the stove and rebuild, not ashamed..."

　　 "Yes, Yan Huangjin can't be wasted like this!"

　　Han Ling'er's face was cold: "I said, don't disturb Zhang Yelianjian, don't let me say the third time!"

　　 Everyone was helpless, shaking their heads and sighing, the waste of Yan Huangjin was more uncomfortable than killing them.

　　 Zhang Ye turned a deaf ear to the conversations of the monks, and only concentrated on making the sword. Not long after, the sword body was completed, three feet and three feet.

　　 At this moment, a kind of throbbing spread out from the blade like a heartbeat, and the hearts of everyone present moved in unison with this rhythm.

　　 The monks who had sighed and sighed suddenly, and looked at the Han sword Zhang Ye was still forging in disbelief, as if being hit hard.

　　"Everyone, I don’t know if I have taken a good look, how do I feel that this sword has the power of a middle-grade artifact?"

　　"Yes, this sword has already reached the threshold of a middle-grade magic weapon. Boss Zhang's forging skills did not disappoint me!"

　　 "Pharaoh, you said you were extremely disappointed last second!"

　　 A group of monks communicated with their spirits, and their faces were a bit hot. They previously despised Zhang Ye for forging only low-grade artifacts, and even asked Zhang Ye to stop making swords, but now Feijian has become a middle-grade. Yu gave them a slap in the face.

　　Han Ling'er looked proud, Zhang Ye never let her down.

　　 "Although the middle-grade artifact is still sorry for the worth of Yanhuangjin, it is enough!"

　　 "No, the power of this sword is still rising!"

　　 The monks were stunned. Under Zhang Ye's temper, Han Jian's momentum rose sharply. Is it possible that Feijian's rank is not limited to medium-grade magical artifacts?

　　 The monks had learned lessons from the past, and they no longer dared to jump to conclusions, held their breath, and stared at Zhang Ye's sword.

　　 But at this moment, a ripple appeared in the blacksmith's shop, and an old man appeared out of thin air. Everyone was slightly surprised. Why did Elder Wu who guard Lingtai Town come? Was it attracted by Zhang Ye Lianjian?

　　 But everyone hasn’t recovered yet. An older man with a long beard in white clothes also appeared in the blacksmith shop out of thin air. Everyone was stunned, even Elder Wu, who was preparing to pay homage to the people, but the old man in white stretched out his hand. One support, an invisible force lifted everyone up. The white-clothed old man smiled, made a silent gesture to everyone, and then stared at Zhang Ye Lianjian intently.

　　 The monks did not dare to speak out, but their spirits exploded: "My God, I thought that Elder Wu was shocked very badly. I didn't expect the Great Elder to come personally and he was crazy!"

　　"Does Zhang Ye really want to build a peerless magic weapon?"

　　Han Ling'er is heartbroken. You must know that the elders are not ordinary deacon elders, such as elder Wu who guards Lingtai Town or elder Ouyang of Duobaodian. They are official elders. Generally, they can serve as the elders of Jindan cultivation, but the elders, second elders, etc The digital elder, who is a senior figure, the actual manager of the sect, is second only to the suzerain.

　　 In addition to their high status, their cultivation bases are also terrifyingly high. They are all the ancestors of Yuan Ying who have practiced for thousands of years!

　　 The Great Elder hasn't shown up in many years. Some people say that he is in retreat and will not pass through the realm of Void Refining. But Zhang Smelting Sword actually allows the Great Elder to come in person.

　　 That pride in Han Ling'er's heart, you look down on Zhang Ye and feel that he can't make a peerless magic weapon, but I didn't expect that the elder was shocked by the flying sword he built!

　　 Zhang Ye concentrated on his work, without noticing the changes in the smithy, and continued to temper the flying sword. When the hilt was finished, the Han sword once again exuded a heartbeat throbbing, and all the monks were already dumbfounded.

　　 Immediately, divine thoughts were intertwined into a network: "Ah, what did I see, high-grade artifacts?"

　　"It is worth seeing the birth of a top-grade magical artifact with my own eyes. It’s worth it if the old man is blind!"

　　 "My mother!"

　　 "Pharaoh, your mother died a long time ago..."

　　 The monks are like crazy. Divine Mind set off a hurricane, which made the blacksmith's woof. The elder also recovered from his surprise. He stretched out his hand and pressed it, and the hurricane disappeared.

　　 Zhang Ye stopped the exercise and looked at the basically formed flying sword. Now only the last process is needed, quenching.

　　Quenching is the last link in the sword making process, and it is also the most deadly link. If the sword is quenched well, the quality of the flying sword will rise, and if it is not quenched, it may fall short.

　　The Great Elder looked at the Quenching Pool, and suddenly frowned. Because the five-color sacred liquid in the quenching pool was camouflaged by the system, in the eyes of the elder, it was a tank of ordinary water, even a little turbid...

How can 　　 top-grade artifacts be quenched with such inferior water sources? When the elder saw Zhang Ye holding the re-calcined flying sword, he was about to quench, and immediately stopped: "Little friend, wait a minute."

　　 Zhang Ye raised his head when he heard the sound. There were a lot of people in the smithy. He frowned. Who is this old man? Didn't you say not to make a noise when I am doing sword training?

　　 Han Ling'er was afraid that Zhang Ye would say something wrong, and quickly reminded: "Zhang Ye, this is the great elder of our Lingtai Sect."

　　 Great Elder? Zhang Ye is unhappy, can your high status interrupt my sword making?

The elder 　　 saw Zhang Ye’s dissatisfaction, and quickly said: "The old man has no other meaning, but seeing your quenched water, which is somewhat unsatisfactory. I traveled around the world in the early years and harvested some rootless fairy water. Give to the little friends to quench the sword."

　　 Rootless fairy water? It is a treasure of heaven and earth that is not much worse than Yan Huang Jin, and it contains plenty of spiritual energy. If you take a drop, it can be worth a few months of practice.

　　 The cultivators heard that it was an envy in their eyes. The great elder gave such a good thing to an outsider. It’s not a matter of giving it away. The key is not to let people take it, but to quench the flying sword...

　　 The monks felt their hearts dripping with blood. In other words, it was originally a very enjoyable thing to witness the birth of a peerless soldier, but why did it feel uncomfortable during the whole process?

After 　　 the elder said, without waiting for Zhang Ye's consent, he flew a small white jade bottle to Zhang Ye.

　　 The rootless fairy water that everyone is enthusiastic about. In Zhang Ye's mind, there is only one question, what kind of **** is that?

　　 Zhang Ye sneered and shook his head. There was no white jade vial that flew over at all. He just felt that if he didn't quench it, the flying sword would have passed the heat, and he threw the flying sword into the quenching pool.

　　 "Fuck!" The monks exclaimed, and the elders kindly sent you the treasure of rootless fairy water for quenching. Even if you don't want to be favored by others, you can just pretend to give up. Throwing the sword of the high-grade magic weapon into the water hit by the stinking ditch is too **** good.

　　 The monks couldn’t find an adjective to describe this superb boss Zhang, a magnificent artifact, tempered in the water of the stinking ditch, and it fell short!

　　 The monks thumped their feet, and even the elder was a little distressed. Looking at the stinky water tumbling in the quenching pool, it was very uncomfortable in their hearts.

The elder 　　 sighed. Although the high-grade magical artifacts are rare, it is not too difficult for a person of his level to put it down. He flicked his sleeves and prepared to return to the sect in disappointment, and continued to close.

　　 But at this moment, a familiar throbbing was emanating from the quenching pool, and everyone shuddered, as if facing an ancient monster, it was frightening!

　　 The sword in the quenching pool rose again, and the monks exclaimed: "Is this to promote the spirit weapon?"

　　Because they have witnessed Feijian being promoted from low-grade to middle-grade, and then from middle-grade to high-grade, they will have such a strange idea.

　　 The great elder stopped his figure and practiced for thousands of years, Ben Gujing Wubo's heart ~IndoMTL.com~ became a sharp beating at this moment, and his eyes were full of surprise, even, a little panic.

The elder 　　 murmured: "This is impossible!"

　　"Great Elder, what is impossible?" The monks hurriedly asked.

　　 But before the elder continued to explain, Zhang Ye probed his hand and took out the flying sword he had built. The dazzling golden light made everyone close their eyes.

　　Besides the elder, he can look directly at the dazzling light, and even Elder Wu’s eyes are pierced to tears...

In the eyes of the elder 　　, there was nothing but the appearance of the sword, and that sword, turned into a golden crow, was flapping its wings in Zhang Ye’s hand, and the elder’s throat seemed to be pinched. He made a hoarse voice again: "How is this possible!"

The words of the Great Elder 　　 changed from impossible to possible, indicating that the matter he guessed has become a fact.

　　 But then, the great elder thought of something. With a flick of his finger, a brilliance flew towards Zhang Ye's sword, and the golden light gradually dissipated.

　　 Zhang Ye felt the change of the flying sword in his hand, glaring at each other, and the great elder spoke to Zhang Ye through divine thoughts, "Little friend calmed down, once the best magical weapon appeared in this world, it would be too terrifying for you. Good thing, so I helped you hide its power."

　　 Zhang Ye was stunned, and realized that the best magical artifacts are now available, and I am afraid that the ancestor of Yuan Ying could not refuse this temptation and kill people and win treasures.

　　 Zhang Ye figured out the key, and clasped his fists to express his gratitude. Otherwise, Zhang Ye's life would be really dangerous.

　　 At this time, the thunder was rolling in the sky, and the flying sword in Zhang Ye's hand seemed to be angered, turned into a golden crow, flew out of the skylight, tossed in the thunderclouds, fighting against the sky and the earth.

　　Golden light and thunder light are intertwined, and the monks barely opened their eyes, watching this stalwart scene, like a pilgrimage.