The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 39: Bright blind dog eyes

　　 Although Yin Wenbin thinks this Tiangong forging technique is probably fake, Yuan Ying’s ancestor personally said that he is not qualified to refute, so he said in a cold voice, “No matter what inheritance you have, you can’t fight. Pass me!"

　　 Yin Wenbin took out a cylinder of quenching water from the Qiankun bag. The water was shining, and there was a faint blue brilliance. The Jindan monks were chatting in full swing, but when they saw this cylinder of water, they became silent.

　　 After a moment of silence, the cultivators exploded the pot: "Fuck... the spirit gathering fairy water, the water quality is one level higher than the rootless fairy water!"

　　 "I heard that there are only two spiritual springs in the Eastern Region that can produce Gathering Immortal Water, but they dried up hundreds of years ago. Why are there still Gathering Immortal Water?"

　　 "Is he going to use it for quenching? Oh, it hurts, just let me take a bite."

　　 The golden core cultivators were extremely eager. If they didn’t take into account that the opponent was a disciple of the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion, they couldn’t help but rob them. After all, for them, this is more beneficial to them than the best spirit stone or fairy stone. Treasures.

　　 Yin Wenbin smiled triumphantly. He felt that he had finally found a spot. He exclaimed: "Since everyone knows that it is a fairy water, then I won’t repeat it. It’s a good horse with a good saddle, okay. Of course, forging needs to be quenched with a good water source..." After a pause, he looked at Zhang Ye, "Boss Zhang, I wonder what kind of water do you use for quenching?"

　　 While talking, Yin Wenbin looked at Zhang Ye’s quenching pool, then shook his head and laughed. It was a desperate backwater without any spiritual fluctuations. Think about it, how could such a remote cultivation market town be good? Water source? Really lonely master.

　　 Zhang Ye did not answer Yin Wenbin. The water melted by the dignified sky-filling stone, together with this kind of spirit gathering water, said that it was worthless, so I didn't bother to answer. Even if Zhang Ye wanted to say, there was only one sentence—Juling Fairy Water, what kind of **** is that!

　　Zhang Ye's silence made Yin Wenbin feel that he was inferior, and he felt proud. This is the absolute crush of the Tianbing Pavilion on the blacksmith shop in the countryside!

　　 "Boss Zhang, if you beg me, maybe I can lend you a scoop of the fairy water to quench it?" Yin Wenbin mocked, actually even if he asked him, he wouldn't give it, just teasing Zhang Ye.

　　 Yin Wenbin took out the re-calcined flying sword, and used the special technique of the Tianbing Pavilion to quench it into the Spirit Gathering Immortal Water. In an instant, the brilliance flowed, and the smell was fragrant...

　　The golden core monks were intoxicated breathing the aroma in the air. This is the water vapor from the Juling Immortal Water. Even if you can't drink the water, you feel that the bottleneck is loosened a lot after smelling the smell.

The great elder 　　 saw how embarrassing the golden core master inside the door was, and snorted coldly, and a gust of wind blew away the steam in the room, and the monks came back to their senses, flushed and embarrassed.

　　 But Yin Wenbin still saw this scene, shaking his head and laughing, Lingtaizong, but so!

　　 Immediately, Yin Wenbin looked at Zhang Ye again and made sense. Zhang Ye’s furnace could burn the flying sword in a blink of an eye, but this time, Zhang Ye burned it for a long time. Moreover, under such a high temperature, the flying sword did not It's weird that it didn't melt.

　　Zhang Ye can control the shamisen real fire as he wants, but don't worry about the flying sword melting. The reason why he burned for a long time this time was mainly because he wanted to use the shamisen real fire to forcibly change some of the characteristics of jade iron.

　　The time is almost here, Zhang Ye took out the jade flying sword and threw it directly into the quenching pool...

　　Flying sword forging has reached the final stage, and the monks recalled the entire sword forging process. Although Zhang Ye always surprises people, Yin Wenbin's every step is like an art. Whether it's sword forging or quenching, every move is pleasing and beautiful.

　　Although the monks are from Zhang Ye’s camp, they also sincerely praise Yin Wenbin as a forger from the Celestial Armament Pavilion.

　　 Yin Wenbin was proud to see everyone's applauding eyes. He was born in Tianbing Pavilion. Compared with Zhang Ye, it was like the regular army trained by the court and the local militia, without the slightest comparability.

　　 At this time, after quenching the sword, Yin Wenbin snorted coldly, and took the sword from his hand. He said: "Everyone, please close your eyes."

　　 Why close your eyes? The monks were a little confused and even annoyed, and said: "Why close your eyes? Isn't the flying sword you forged is not for people to watch?"

　　 Yin Wenbin smiled, did not explain anything, took the quenched flying sword out of the water, and for a while, the dazzling white light resembled the sun, stabbing a group of golden core monks into tears.

　　 "Fuck, I'm blind..."

　　 The monks hurriedly blocked the light with their hands. Although they were curious about the sword forged by Yin Wenbin, they did not dare to look directly at it at this moment.

　　 Only the great elder, such as the ancestor of the Nascent Soul, dare to look directly at the flying sword in such a light. Even if the great elder does not like Yin Wenbin, he has to say that the sword forged by Yin Wenbin is perfect. It is worth mentioning that Yin Wenbin's sword uses a diamond-shaped blade. Although it lacks agility and sharpness, it is undoubtedly the strongest structure.

　　 The Great Elder understands that Yin Wenbin’s sword is entirely a tool for defeating Zhang Ye, and has not considered its true use as a top-grade artifact. This is what the Great Elder considers to be perfect rather than truly perfect. the reason.

　　 However, the game is a game, and if Yin Wenbin does this, his chances of winning are much bigger. Thinking of this, the elder hurriedly looked at Zhang Ye, wanting to know what Zhang Ye’s sword looked like when it was quenched?

　　 Among the dazzling white glow, Zhang Ye explored his hand and took the sword. A little dark green brilliance gradually emerged, but this touch of green seemed so insignificant compared to the fierce white glow. The elder had a look of disappointment. In terms of the strength of the magic weapon Baoguang, the strength of the strength is determined.

　　 But when the hilt of the sword was exposed, the green light flourished. At least in the backstage of the blacksmith shop, the green light replaced the white light. The elder nodded. It seems that the sword forged by Zhang Ye is not much worse than Yin Wenbin. .

　　 The two rays of light are offset, and the golden core cultivators feel that they are not so dazzling. They can barely open their eyes and look at the two glories in the blacksmith's shop.

　　 "Elder, why is this green light and white light so distinct that there is a sense of incompatible water and fire?" The light is fused with each other and can never be mutually exclusive. Some monks couldn't help it, and asked the question.

The great elder 　　 said: "The magical soldier is born, with its own power, and there are two magical soldiers under one roof. Naturally, no one will obey the other."

　　 The monks sighed: "So, Boss Zhang and Yin Wenbin haven't played against each other yet, are the magic soldiers fighting first?"

　　"If the brilliance of the two swords is divided into high and low, does it also prove the forging strength of Boss Zhang and Yin Wenbin?"

　　 "But, why do I feel that the green light is weaker?"

　　 Yin Wenbin laughed loudly: "It's not that the green light is slightly weaker, but it will definitely be defeated!" Yin Wenbin finished, I don't know what method was used, the flying sword in his hand, the white mans masterpiece, forced the green light to move forward. Step back, seeing the green light disappear.

　　 Everyone is anxious. Could it be that Zhang Ye’s sword is really not as good as Yin Wenbin’s sword?

　　 "No, Zhang Ye's sword has not fully surfaced yet!" The Grand Elder stared at Zhang Ye and said aloud.

　　 At this moment, Zhang Ye pulled out the jade sword, and there was a touch of surprise in the eyes of the great elder. What a perfect flying sword is this?

　　 Before the elder uttered the words of praise, a dazzling green light spewed out like flash floods. The invincible white light was like a mouse that saw a cat and turned around and ran away.

　　 But the white mang was able to run away and was directly swallowed by the green mang. The green Baoguang did not stop the pace of expansion, rushed out of the blacksmith shop, lighting up the town of Lingtai at night, full of greenery...

　　 The green light lasted for a while, and the blacksmith shop finally calmed down. The monks shed tears and barely opened their eyes, making a mess: "Fuck, everything I see is green now..."

　　 "You can still see the green, I can't see anything..."

　　 "Pharaoh, when is your head green?"

　　 After another moment, the monks barely recovered their eyesight, but everything was a little green. Suddenly, some monks noticed that the elder was staring at Zhang Ye with scorching eyes, and they all sighed: "The great elder has participated in good luck. You can look straight under this kind of light, bullshit!"

　　"The Great Elder is mighty!"

　　 the monks praised, the elder stroked his beard and smiled: "Little King, work hard, and wait for you to break through the Nascent Soul, and you will be as good as this one."

　　The Great Elder finished speaking to a pillar, and stretched out his hand to pat it.

　　The monk surnamed Wang looked dazed: "Elder, I am here!"

　　 "Of course I know you are there!" The elder turned around, holding the trash can, "Haha, Xiao Wang, you are not too young, why do you still hide and seek with this elder?"

　　 Many monks have black lines on their faces. The Great Elder is not afraid of the glare, but is completely blind!

　　At this time~IndoMTL.com~Yin Wenbin also recovered, resisting the discomfort of his eyes, he looked at the sword in his hand, then looked at Zhang Ye's sword, and muttered, "How is this possible..."

　　 is the same high-grade magic weapon, Zhang Yejian’s sword bullied Yin Wenbin’s sword so that there are no pants left. You know, Yin Wenbin’s sword is made by smelting three kinds of treasures, each of which is It is higher than jade iron, and as for the quenching water, it has thrown away countless streets of Zhang Ye.

　　 In addition, the forging technique used by Yin Wenbin was summed up by countless generations of treasure-forging masters in the Tianbing Pavilion, and it was the top forging technique in the Eastern Region.

　　Rao is so, the flying sword forged by Yin Wenbin failed to overwhelm the emerald flying sword, and it was even defeated.

　　 Zhang Ye took the flying sword and walked to the front desk: "Heavenly Forging, nothing is impossible!" Since the elder invented such a title, Zhang Ye used it.

　　"Heavenly forging, if it is drilled deep, all iron can create a magic weapon!" The elder stepped forward, "Xiao Zhang, the old man is right?"

The monk in front of the elder 　　 shivered: "Elder, I am the little king!"

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　　 Is there really a magical crafting technique that turns decay into magic? Yin Wenbin's heart trembled, but he was not reconciled, and roared: "So what, our gambling game is fighting for the strength of Feijian, not stronger or weaker than Baoguang, I will not lose to you!"

　　 Baoguang’s prosperous or not, in fact, the level of flying sword has been distinguished, but the rules of this game are to compare the strength of flying sword.

　　 The monks thought Yin Wenbin was a little shameless, but it was hard to say anything. After all, the game was a game.

　　 The monks felt a pity for Zhang Ye. They clearly produced a peerless soldier who beat Yin Wenbin, but they could only lose the game. After all, the jade iron without spiritual blessing is too fragile...