The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 40: Sword as its name

　　 "Each and others have their own merits, and it is a pity to damage any of them. According to the old man, how about a tie in this game?" The elder was silent for a long time before speaking.

　　 There is some truth to his proposal. After all, the flying sword forged by Zhang Ye beats Yin Wenbin in terms of craftsmanship, but if it is purer than harder, Zhang Ye's jade sword is definitely not his opponent.

　　 one step each and a tie is the best ending. After all, there is no need to worry about falling into the hands of Heavenly Soldier Pavilion with the low-grade immortal stone that the great elder is thinking about.

　　 Of course, speaking this as the ancestor of Yuan Ying, he has already surrendered his identity. If he does not give face, I am afraid that he will completely offend this elder.

　　 Yin Wenbin thinks about it, but he is obviously not prepared to give the elder face, and said: "The people of the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion will either win or lose. They never draw a tie!"

　　 Yin Wenbin bit the words Tianbing Pavilion very hard. Although he is only a negligible Jindan disciple in the Tianbing Pavilion, this is a face-to-face confrontation. If Yin Wenbin and Zhang Ye are tied, it will be passed back. , Then don't even think about mixing in the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion.

　　 Yin Wenbin didn't give the slightest face, this offended the great elder, and his murderous aura spewed: "Want to use the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion to press me? Believe it or not, the old man can kill you with a single palm!"

　　"The great elder, as a master of Nascent Soul, kills me easily." Yin Wenbin carried his hands on his back, without the slightest fear, "but the junior teachers have always protected the shortcomings. If any disciple is bullied, they will inevitably give a tooth for a tooth, and an eye for a tooth. Eyes, if it accidentally spreads to the Lingtai Sect, it is the fault of the younger generation..."

　　 Yin Wenbin smiled sadly. As a disciple of the first-rate sect, he naturally has the confidence to challenge the ancestors of the great family.

　　"You!" The elder was furious. He couldn't wait to slap Yin Wenbin to death with a palm, but he had to worry about Tianbing Pavilion's subsequent revenge. What if he also used the same method to deal with the Lingtai Sect disciple? Naturally, those with big family and big business can't be bachelor like San Xiu.

　　 At this moment, Zhang Ye took a step forward and said: "Great Elder, I also don't agree to make peace."

　　Yin Wenbin didn’t want to tie, but Zhang Ye did not expect Zhang Ye to continue the match. This made the elder very annoyed. He tried his best, even bullying the small by his fame, and prepared to resolve the fight. He didn’t expect Zhang Ye himself jumped into the fire, and Ladu couldn't hold it.

　　 "Forget it, I don't care!" The two wanted to continue the competition, but the elder had no choice but to give up angrily, thinking that after Zhang Ye lost the immortal stone, it would be the same to exchange it with Yin Wenbin, maybe better than Zhang Ye. The iron **** still needs to speak well.

　　 Of course, this is just a complaint from the Great Elder, he still hopes Zhang Ye can win.

　　 Yin Wenbin looked at Zhang Ye with great interest, and said: "It is commendable to dare to compete with me, but the victory is mine after all."

　　 Yin Wenbin finished speaking, as if in order to demonstrate, he grabbed a flying sword of a middle-grade magic weapon from the Qiankun bag, and cut it down with a single sword using the high-grade magic weapon he just built.

　　The shining middle-grade artifact, like tofu, was instantly cut into two pieces by the top-grade artifact. The cut was smooth, showing the sharpness of the top-grade artifact...

　　 Many monks took a breath. Although there is nothing to cut off the middle-grade magical artifacts, the key is that this is the sharpness of the flying sword itself without the use of spiritual power!

　　 In addition, Yin Wenbin destroyed a middle-grade magic weapon without blinking his eyes. He deserves to be a disciple of the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion, with rich wealth!

　　 A group of monks looked at Zhang Ye, and they were less and less confident now.

　　Zhang Ye is not so stubborn to cut off the middle-grade magic weapon demonstration, besides, he does not have the middle-grade magic weapon in his hand, just said: "Okay, don't fix these, hurry up and finish the trial, I want The door is closed."

　　 Yin Wenbin looked even more contemptuous when Zhang Ye was afraid to try his sword, and said, "Since Mr. Zhang is in a hurry to close the door, let's start!"

　　 Yin Wenbin paused, and there was a conspiracy in his eyes: "Boss Zhang, for the sake of fairness, we slammed into each other with the flying swords we built, and we must not use spiritual power until one of the flying swords is damaged, and the intact one wins. , How?"

　　 This gambling game is not better than Feijian's rank, but stronger than anyone else. It was unfair from the beginning. If it's just that, it's fine. Now it's unfair to require both sides to hold swords to cut each other.

　　 Zhang Ye seems to be just a little monk in the Qi refining period, and Yin Wenbin is a golden core cultivation base. The golden core masters are much higher than Qi refining monks in terms of physical fitness and swordsmanship. With the blessing of swordsmanship and strength, Yin Wenbin's probability of winning is again Much bigger.

　　The great elder frowned, and stepped forward and said: "Deception is too great, Zhang Ye, I will help you fight the sword!"

　　 As a master of Nascent Soul, the swordsmanship and physical abilities are much higher than that of the Jindan monks. Yin Wenbin wants to bully people with his cultivation base, how can the great elder sit idly by?

　　 But Zhang Ye shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, but I want to cut off his sword by myself!"

　　 Yin Wenbin forgot about the great elder. He was shocked when he said he wanted to help Zhang Ye try his sword, but now Zhang Ye said he wanted to play on his own. Only when you play yourself can you feel the thrill of victory!"

　　 The Great Elder sighed when Zhang Ye was so stubborn, he didn't want to say anything anymore.

　　 Zhang Ye and Yin Wenbin stood face to face, and Yin Wenbin suddenly said: "By the way, boss Zhang, I don’t know if your flying sword has a name?"

　　 Without waiting for Zhang Ye’s answer, Yin Wenbin said smugly: “I just thought of a good name for my flying sword, and it’s called Slaughter Lingtai. Do you think it’s extraordinarily domineering?”

　　 Slaughtering Lingtai with a few words, the monks present scolded one after another: "Yin Xiaoer, how dare you not put my Lingtai Sect in the eyes!"

　　 "Believe it or not, I won't let you see the sun tomorrow!"

　　 Yin Wenbin deliberately showed a surprised expression: "I forgot that Lingtai Sect also has the word Lingtai. It's a sin, but it's just the name of a sword, dignified Lingtai Sect, don't you have this stomach?"

　　 The golden core cultivators were so angry that they were about to do their work, but the elder stopped everyone, and then solemnly said: "The Lingtai Sect is still capable of accommodating people, but the old man will send a letter to the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion when he returns. I have to ask the tutor of Tianbing Pavilion!"

The words of the great elder are already a strong condemnation, but Yin Wenbin is noncommittal. With a third-rate small sect like Lingtai Sect, Tianbing Pavilion doesn't need to be concerned at all.

　　 At this moment, Zhang Ye said: "What a coincidence, I also gave Feijian a four-character name."

　　 Yin Wenbin had a ridicule in his eyes and asked: "How does it compare to my slaughter platform?"

　　 "I dare not say that it is more domineering than your name. After all, Zhang has a superficial knowledge and thinks of some crude vocabulary, but there is no taste." Zhang Ye said somewhat self-effacing.

　　 "Haha, Boss Zhang is still a little self-aware!" Yin Wenbin also felt that these country folks couldn't think of any good names, but he was still a little curious about how to be unique, and continued to ask, "What is the name?"

　　"This sword of mine is called Hanging Heaven Soldier." Zhang Ye looked a little embarrassed, "I used some idiotic vocabulary, but it made you laugh..."

　　 sling the heavenly soldiers? The next three abused vocabulary?

　　 The monk present only felt guilty, and roared with laughter: "It's a good one to beat a heavenly soldier, a good word for three abuses!"

　　The Great Elder was also on the side, stroking his beard, chewing these words with satisfaction, as if he was reading a popular poem, his mouth full of energy.

　　 And Yin Wenbin, with a pale complexion, named the Slaughter Lingtai in front of him, and it was innuendo; Zhang Ye then came to beat the Heavenly Soldier, which meant something. After all, Yin Wenbin came from the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion!

　　 "Keep talking!" Yin Wenbin was furious.

　　 "Yeah, I forgot that the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion also has the word Heavenly Soldier. It's a sin, but it's just the name of a sword. Dignified Heavenly Soldier Pavilion, don't you have this kind of belly, right?" Zhang Ye was also surprised. The expression, returned Yin Wenbin's previous words intact, and let everyone clap their hands and cheer!

　　 "In addition to forging a sword, Boss Zhang, what I am most convinced by is his mouth!"

　　 "Haha, don't think about it, who can find cheap in the iron rooster?"

　　 Yin Wenbin's face is savage, he only feels that he has a breath in his chest that is uncomfortable, he gritted his teeth and said: "Cleverly, you have to see if your flying sword is as sharp as your mouth!"

　　 "Boss Zhang, take the move!" Yin Wenbin raised his take-off sword, and regardless of whether Zhang Ye was ready or not, he smashed it down with all his strength. Although he did not use his cultivation base, the strength of the Jindan cultivator itself was extremely terrifying.

　　 Yin Wenbin’s sword enveloped Zhang Ye. He did this to defeat Zhang Ye’s flying sword, but also to kill Zhang Ye in one fell swoop!

　　"Zhang Ye, get out of the way!" The Great Elder noticed the clue and spoke out a reminder. At the same time, he moved his body and prepared to stop him.

　　 But Zhang Ye didn't evade, just raised the flying sword in his hand and blocked it with a side edge.

　　 Yin Wenbin has a smug in his eyes~IndoMTL.com~ Although the elder rushed to stop him, it was definitely too late. As for the flying sword that stood in front of Zhang Ye, it was even more vulnerable in his eyes.

　　 sling the heavenly soldiers? joke! The Slaughter Lingtai is about to become a reality!

　　 Yin Wenbin’s sword, as he expected, passed through Zhang Ye’s sword without any obstacles at all. He swiped vigorously, preparing to split Zhang Ye in half. I never thought that this blow was in his hand. One light...

　　 Yin Wenbin was stunned, why, there is only half of the sword in his hand?

　　...not only Yin Wenbin, but also the elders reacted. Just now the two swords fought. I thought that Zhang Ye would be cut in two with the sword and the leader, but I never thought that Yin Wenbin's sword would be cut in two instead. As for Yin Wenbin, he felt that there was no obstacle at all, and it also showed that Zhang Ye's sword was extremely sharp!

　　"How can emerald iron be so sharp?" As an experienced blacksmith, Yin Wenbin instantly understood the problem. Zhang Ye's sword can cut off his sword. It is not strong, but it is completely sharp!

　　 is like saying that a person can break a sharp arrow, but a sharp arrow can also kill.

　　 Of course, the sword forged by Yin Wenbin is not only strong, but also sharp, but it failed to leave a hole in Zhang Ye’s sword, so it was cut in two. There shouldn’t be such a sharp sword in the world, or there shouldn’t be any. The man who forged such a sword!

　　 Before Yin Wenbin could recover, Zhang Ye swept out: "It's me."

　　He has never been a soft-hearted person, especially someone like Yin Wenbin who wants to kill him.

　　 Yin Wenbin was shocked, and immediately backed up and evaded. At the same time, he took the broken sword to fight!

With a sound of 　　, the broken sword broke again without any hindrance. With a few **** fingers falling to the ground, Yin Wenbin clutched his right hand and howled to the sky.

　　Zhang Ye stood with a sword, with a big smile: "Shoot the heavenly soldiers, and the sword is as its name!"