The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 182: Golden Wind Sword

In the martial arts field of the Tianyi Academy, Zhang Ye led Dingban disciples to practice a combined attack formation. In addition to individual battles, there were team battles in the cultivation competition.

In individual battles, Zhang Ye is not worried. He gave a few outstanding disciples. There is no big problem to get a good ranking. The most important thing is team battles. This is Dingban’s weakness, so he has to cultivate. At the opening of the competition, Zhang Ye will focus on training their combined strikes.

"Okay, everyone will rest for a while." Seeing that the disciples were a little weak, Zhang Ye ordered a rest.

The disciples were relieved, one by one lying on the ground like dead pigs, they couldn't get up anymore, and wailed. During the break, Zhang Ye would not be too harsh. Instead, he responded to the requests of his disciples and told stories about the realm of cultivation.

How many stories can Zhang Ye have as a striker? Fortunately, he can make up.

At this moment, a male instructor led the class neatly to the martial arts field, which was in stark contrast to Zhang Yeding's slackness.

"Look at people, and then look at you, what do you look like." Zhang Ye scolded a few words with a smile.

During this period, the disciples also understood Zhang Ye’s temper. As long as they were not in the class, it didn’t matter how they made jokes. They said one by one: "Magic teaching, how can it be the same? The teaching of Class A is the pinnacle of Yuan Ying. "It means to follow your mid-Yuan Ying teachings, so we are inferior to others.

"The master leads the door, and it's up to you to practice!" Zhang Ye tidied up the most ferocious Xiao Pang Tun so that he cried and called his mother.

Zhang Ye and his disciples played around for a while, only to hear a voice scornfully saying: "It's obviously that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked."

Zhang Ye's face sank and followed his reputation. On the surface, the Class A teacher was reprimanding the disciples in the class, but it was obviously directed at Zhang Ye.

During this time, apart from knowing Xiaoru from Class B, Zhang Ye has nothing to do with the teachings of other classes. What does this Class A teacher do?

Zhang Ye suddenly caught a glimpse of Long Aotian, who was standing in the forefront of Class A, and immediately reacted. Last time I beat Long Aotian in the cafeteria, this Class A teacher was afraid of Zhang Ye's patron, and did not dare to retaliate clearly, so I met him today and ridiculed him.

Zhang Ye felt that he would leave after the comprehension competition was over. He didn’t need to be familiar with him, so he didn’t want to pay attention to it. Practice, otherwise, just like some people, if you don’t learn and have no skills, you will still misunderstand your children!"

Zhang Ye was amused. Seeing the endless teachings of Class A, he followed his example and reprimanded the members of Class D: "When I heard Class A teachings say nothing, keep your feet on the ground and practice well. Otherwise, in the future If you are bullied, you can only hide behind you and tell people right and wrong!"

Dingban disciples roared with laughter, and the class A teacher froze for a long time, and he was choked to the point that he didn't know what to say.

Zhang Ye didn't want to be entangled with him, and said: "Okay, everyone has enough rest, continue to practice the combined attack."

"Yes!" Now that there are outsiders, the Dingban disciples know that they are not too lazy, and they are humming and practicing.

The class A teacher glanced at Zhang Ye and told his disciples: "Everyone, practice!"

The two classes seemed to be wrestling, shouting to kill the sky. After a while, a huge sword aura suddenly came towards Dingban. Zhang Ye saw the opportunity and drew his sword to resolve it, so that Dingban’s disciples were spared. Getting hurt.

Zhang Ye held the knife and looked at Jiaban with fire-breathing eyes. The previous sword aura was emitted by their phalanx.

Class A teacher cursed his disciples a few words, and then ran over pretendingly: "Magic teacher, I'm really sorry. Just now, the disciples accidentally cut a sword spirit, and everyone is not injured."

Zhang Ye's face was blue. If the disciples accidentally chopped off the sword energy, then you, as a teacher, should always be able to stop it, but that sword energy was chopped over, and it was clear that it was intentional.

"Since it was not intentional, pay more attention later." Zhang Ye said seemingly generous.

Class A teacher smiled triumphantly. The previous sword was indeed made by him instructing his disciple to do so. The excuse was a mistake, and the magical Taoist could only endure this breath.

The Class A teacher is like a proud general, returning to Class A with his head upright, and the disciples of Class A cheering.

The Dingban disciples are so angry that they know that Class A deliberately targeted them, but the magical teachings can only endure, so what can they do?

Just when the Dingban disciple was downcast, Zhang Ye suddenly said: "Don't be distracted, continue to practice the formation. Anyway, Xiaopang, did you make a mistake just now?"

Little Pangdun was a little dazed: "Magic teaching, I am not wrong."

"You are wrong to say that you are wrong. Come, this lesson will give you a correct demonstration!" Zhang Ye snatched the flying sword in Xiao Pangdun's hand, slashed it at will, huge sword energy gushing out, unexpectedly straight Straight flock to class A teaching.

The Class A teacher turned his back to Ding Ban, and he was still complacent, thinking that the magic Taoist could do nothing about him, but never thought that this sword came so suddenly that the Class A teacher could not avoid it.

The Class A teacher was slashed on the ground by Jian Qi. Because Zhang Ye had some hands left, he didn't suffer any physical damage, but he couldn't get up for a while.

Class A teacher roared and stood up with difficulty, and was about to find a magical Taoist to settle the account, but Zhang Ye ran over with a look of embarrassment: "Class A teacher, I am really embarrassed. Just now I demonstrated swordsmanship to the disciples. , Accidentally slashed a sword aura, as long as everyone is not injured."

Class A teacher looked dazed, isn't this what he said before? Also, everyone is not injured, but I am injured!

Class A teacher stared at Zhang Ye for a long time, his mouth was open, but he didn't know what to say.

The disciples of Dingban came to understand that it turned out that the magical teachings used their own ways to cure their own bodies, and they taught the first class teachings. Everyone laughed and shouted straightforwardly.

Zhang Ye patted the teacher of Class A on the shoulder: "If you really don't know what to say, you can borrow my previous sentence,'Since it wasn't intentional, pay more attention later', I can accept it."

When I heard this, the Dingban disciples rolled around laughing. The magical teaching is so shameless. I blamed others for not cooperating well after hitting them, but I like it...

Class A was trembling with anger. If it hadn't been for Elder Dingyuan, the backer of the magical Taoist, he would have punched Zhang Ye in the face a long time ago, but if he had to bear it, he couldn't do it. After all, the disciples of Class A were watching eagerly, so they couldn't just leave it alone!

Class A teacher gritted his teeth: "Fantastic teaching, I heard that you are unparalleled in swordsmanship, and I also have some research on swords. How about you and me?"

Class A teacher feels that he is the pinnacle of the Nascent Soul, half-stepping to practice the emptiness. He was previously attacked and suffered a loss. If he confronted with an upright attitude, how could he not beat the magical Taoist in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul!

Furthermore, once the magical Taoist agrees to learn from each other, as long as they don't kill them, the elder Yuan will certainly not blame it. Even if the miraculous Taoist dare not fight, the Jiaban teacher can also regain the lost face.

Although the Dingban disciples are young, they have good brains and understand the stakes. They all said: "Magic lessons, we still have to practice formations. Don't waste time, ask for advice!"

"Fantastic teaching, I forgot my swordsmanship..."

The disciples of Dingban want to use this to give Zhang Ye down the steps. Although it is shameless to avoid fighting, it is better than losing to the teachers of Class A.

As for whether their magical training can beat Class A training, it is not in the scope of consideration at all, because one is the peak of Yuanying cultivated by Tiandao Palace, and the other is the middle stage of Yuanying from Ye Luzi. There is no comparison.

Zhang Ye knows that the Dingban disciples are kind, but he came to Tianyiyuan to be gilded, and he can't leave any stains. Since Class A teaches provocation, then defeat him.

Zhang Ye first said to Ding Ban: "Give me time for a stick of incense." Then he said to the Class A teacher, "How to learn from each other?"

The Class A teacher was stunned. He never thought that the magical Taoist would really dare to fight. Moreover, when the magical Taoist said that the time of a stick of incense, he wanted to defeat himself in the time of a stick of incense? Arrogant!

"You can hold on for less than a stick of incense in my hands." Class A teacher deliberately misinterpreted Zhang Ye's meaning, "How about hitting the other side to beg for mercy?"

"Okay." This rule is simple and ruthless, Zhang Ye likes it, and it's too lazy to spend his tongue.

Learning that the two newcomers are going to learn from each other, Class A is very excited, while Class B is a little worried. After all, the difference between the two is too great.

Class A teacher opened up the competitive formation in the martial arts field to prevent the spread of the remaining power and spread to the disciples. He immediately took out a knife and said to Zhang Ye: "Wonderful Taoist, I wonder what sword technique you will use later?"

"Zhanlong Knife Art, I don't know what your name is?" Zhang Ye asked.

"The wind..." Class A teacher was about to introduce his sword technique, but he realized later that the magical Taoist did not ask about the sword technique, he asked the name?

Class A teacher hesitated for a while~IndoMTL.com~Report your name, so that the magic Taoist will live in his shadow in the future: "If you don’t change your name, you won’t change your surname, Malzaha!"

Zhang Ye was stunned, fucking, he didn't believe it when the dean said that he had this name. He didn't expect that there was such a person: "Horse instructor, then please please."

"My last name is Marza, not a horse. You should call me Marza teacher." Class A teacher was unhappy, and continued, "I haven't said my sword technique yet, my sword technique is violent wind... …"

Zhang Ye interrupted him: "I don't care what sword technique you use. I know that a man named Ma has lost in my hands."

Class A teacher twitched his facial muscles and roared, "I said I am not a horse!" He swears that he must smash the stinky face of the magical Taoist later.

Zhang Ye avoided revealing his identity. Instead of using the three swords, he used the Dragon Slashing Technique of the Heavenly Dao Palace, one of the most difficult swords in the Heavenly Dao Palace. In his hands, he can use it freely and smoothly, even if it is. The disciples of Class A couldn't help but yelled a few good times.

The Jiaban teacher was a little jealous, but fortunately, his violent wind sword was not weaker than the sword technique of the Dragon Sword Art.