The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 47: Ask for something

　　The elder of the Blood God Sect was killed before he could react, which made him furious: "Old Piff, are you going to fight with my Blood God Sect?"

　　 "You only have half the lord, what do you use to fight my Lingtai Sect?" The great elder carried his hands on his back, and his momentum rose to the sky.

　　Half overlord! The blood **** elders are like falling ice cellar.

　　 A few days ago, Lingtai Sect Su Jin pursued and killed the Sovereign of the Blood God for three days and nights, but only half of his body and his life remained.

　　 Under such circumstances, the Blood God Sect really did not dare to go to war with Lingtai Sect, and the elders of the Blood God Sect discovered that Li Rulong's cultivation level had improved a lot, and when he started to kill people, there was no time to stop him.

　　 Considering the above, the blood **** sect elder came down, but he couldn't swallow the breath.

　　The elder of the blood **** sect rolled his eyes and scolded: "Old man, shamelessly bullying the small!"

　　 "What's the matter, then you practice with this seat?" The elder sneered.

　　The elder of the Blood God Sect mocked: "Do you think our Blood God Sect is as barbarous as your Lingtai Sect?"

　　 The elders of the Blood God Sect did not dare to confront Li Rulong, and now the entire sect was supported by him. If he also had an accident, the Blood God Sect would be completely finished.

　　 "There are still a few hours left before the enchantment is opened, why don't you let the juniors learn about it?" The elder of the Blood God Sect proposed this.

　　 Without waiting for the great elder to speak, Han Ling'er and a group of disciples pulled out their sabers one after another, killing themselves: "The disciples are willing to fight!"

The genius disciple of the 　　 Blood God Sect was also preparing to draw a sword and confront, but suddenly discovered that except for Han Linger's use of high-grade artifacts, the other disciples, Yishui's middle-grade artifacts, humiliation, when did the monks build the foundation of such a high standard? Up?

　　The disciples of the Blood God Sect silently returned the half-drawn magic knife back, not for anything else, the lower-grade magical artifacts are ashamed of...

　　The elder of the Blood God Sect also discovered this clue. If Han Ling'er possesses a high-grade magic weapon, it can be guessed that it was borrowed by the elders, but all the disciples have taken out a good flying sword magic weapon, which can only show that the overall strength of the Lingtai Sect has increased. A lot.

　　Blood God Sect has already broken one of the top ten disciples here, and he categorically does not dare to let the top ten take risks, otherwise, he has not entered the enchantment, and I am afraid that the whole army will be wiped out.

　　The blood **** elder hesitated, and suddenly saw a deacon elder next to him, and said: "Leave the two disciples to fight in the enchantment of the gods, just to see that the noble sect disciple’s magic weapon is extraordinary, presumably Ouyang Changtian’s Forging skills have been improved. How about a treasure-making showdown with my sect’s treasure-forging master?"

　　 Every year when the magical enchantment is opened, two treasure-forging masters will come. Although they can't enter the magical enchantment, they can learn from the experience of forging treasures on the ruins and gain something.

　　 Ouyang Changtian is the accompanying elder of the Lingtai Sect. He was named by the Blood God Sect and asked to compete for casting treasures. Of course, he couldn’t persuade him. Moreover, Han Linger and others were not forged by him, which made Ouyang Changtian want to prove yourself.

The Great Elder has not yet decided whether to accept this challenge. Ouyang Changtian stepped forward and respectfully said: "Elder, my disciples have understood the forging craftsmanship of high-grade artifacts a few days ago, and are sure to defeat Yu Culture."

　　yu culture, is the treasure-making master of the blood **** sect, and Ouyang Changtian is an opponent of uncle Zhong. Because Ouyang Changtian was defeated by Zhang Ye, he knew his shame and was courageous. He improved the forging technology, but he had the confidence to defeat the Nayu culture.

　　The Great Elder thought of this, nodded, and said to the Blood God Sect, "Okay, I will give you the Blood God Sect a chance!"

　　The elder of the Blood God Sect has a conspiracy to succeed. Although the chief treasure forging master of each sect is only in the golden core realm, it is the key to the supply of a sect’s equipment. If you can defeat Ouyang in this duel In the long days, let it be devastated, the comprehensive strength of the next generation of blood **** sect disciples can surpass the Lingtai Sect.

　　 As for whether Yu Yu Culture can defeat Ouyang Changtian, the elders of the Blood God Sect have not taken care of it at all. People have made progress. Isn’t Yu Culture progress?

　　"It’s unavoidable that it’s a bit boring, dare you dare to add a bet?" The elder of the Blood God Sect paused, regardless of whether the Lingtai Sect agreed or not, and continued, "Let’s do this, whichever fails, the disciples will be one late How about entering the magical enchantment at the time?"

　　 enter one hour later, the opponent will arrange the killing game in advance, which is very likely to wipe out the entire army of one's own disciples, but this is also an opportunity for the disciples of the Lingtai Sect to wipe out the disciples of the Blood God Sect.

　　Because of Ouyang Changtian's guarantee, the elder fully agreed: "Then a word is a deal."

　　 Not long after, Ouyang Changtian and Yu Wenhua set up treasure-making utensils and prepared to make treasures.

　　 Yu Culture looks like other blood **** sects, possessing a frightening spirit, and skinny. He smiled and said: "Ouyang Changtian, how about forging your best flying sword, the one with higher rank wins."

　　"Alright!" Ouyang Changtian is good at forging swords, and Yu Wenhua is good at forging knives. This is related to the practice habits of the sects of both sides, but Ouyang Changtian does not understand why Yu Wenhua gives up his strengths and wants to compete with himself. sword? However, Ouyang Changtian still agreed.

　　The treasure casting showdown officially began. After an hour, Ouyang Changtian stood pale and said: "How could it be..."

　　yu culture holding a forged flying sword, Jiejie smiled and said: "If it is a forging knife, I will be enough to build a spiritual weapon. You are no longer my opponent, what's impossible?"

　　 Although Ouyang Changtian has made high-grade magical artifacts, Yu Wenhua has also made high-grade magical weapon-level flying swords. Since they are all high-grade, according to the rules of the industry, let’s compete for the brilliance and power of magical artifacts. , Yu Culture’s Feijian completely crushed Ouyang Changtian.

　　 Hearing this, Ouyang Changtian's face was like hot gold, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out. He was defeated by Zhang Ye before and spurted blood once, but he knew his shame and was brave. This time he has advanced the forging technique and prepared to make a blockbuster. , Never thought, be defeated by Yu Wenhua in his best at forging flying sword......

　　 "Chang Tian!" The great elder frowned, caught Ouyang Changtian, and immediately fed the next medicinal pill, supplemented by spiritual energy to dissolve the medicine.

　　"Great elder, Chang Tian lost again..." Ouyang Changtian said, "I have no face to face the sect again."

　　 "Don't you just lose a game, Chang Tian, ​​cheer up!" Ouyang Chang Tian's heart was broken, and his life was hanging by a thread. The elder was shocked and screamed.

　　 Ouyang Changtian shook his head and passed out into a coma. This duel left him with only half of his life. Even if he wakes up later, he will probably be just a useless person.

　　 "Haha, Lingtai Sect, that's nothing more!" The elder of the Blood God Sect was as comfortable as drinking a bowl of cold white in the summer, and the disciples of the Blood God Sect were also encouraged, and they were so excited.

　　 "Blood God Cult!" The elder's eyes were blood red, and he shouted angrily.

　　 "When will the Lingtai Sect become unable to lose?" The blood **** sect elder laughed, "Remember, the Lingtai Sect entered the magical enchantment one hour later!"

　　 The great elder has a pale face. If the disciple inside the door enters one hour late, it will be extremely dangerous, but the shame is not the great elder. He immediately shouted: "Old man, there is a kind of fight between you and me. How about betting on two hours? "

　　The elder of the blood **** sect became stiff, how dare he confront Li Rulong, shaking his head and laughing: "You just pretend that I have no seed, anyway, I won't fight you."

　　 "If you want to show off, just compare Yu Wenhua to make a treasure, you can bet for a day, I will be fine, haha..."

　　The elder of the blood **** sect does not have the slightest awareness of the ancestor of the Nascent Soul, just like a spoiler, no matter how the elder urges the general, he will not move.

The elder 　　 was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, but he suddenly thought of something and said: "Okay, then gamble with Yu Wenhua for treasure!"

　　The elder of the Blood God Sect was stunned, and then laughed loudly: "Li Rulong, are you confused? I admit that you fight the bulls, but you are not as good as Ouyang Changtian!"

　　As the saying goes, there is a specialization in the art industry, and the ancestors of Yuan Ying may not be able to forge top-grade magical artifacts.

　　The disciples of the Lingtai Sect are also surprised. The Great Elder really wants to fight Yu Wenhua to make a treasure?

　　"Just ask if you dare?" The elder did not explain, his eyes were burning.

　　The blood **** elder hesitated and said with a smile: "Okay, if you want to be ashamed, what can I dare not!" He paused, "Yuwenhua, defeating the elder, I remember you first class merit !"

　　"The disciple leads the orders." Yu Wenhua's expression is happy. Although the elder of the Lingtai Sect is a master of Yuan Ying, but the battle is forging treasures, Yu Wenhua is confident that he can slap everyone.

　　"Grand Elder, please!" Yu Wenhua was arrogant.

　　 "Who said I was going to fight you?" The elder snorted coldly, and suddenly disappeared.

　　……

　　 Blacksmith's shop, because of Xiao En, Zhang Ye will suspend business at noon to light a fire and cook.

　　 In the backyard, Zhang Yezheng and Xiao En have a great feast~IndoMTL.com~ Although he does not have to eat all meals, it is not interesting to eat with beautiful girls.

　　 eating, there was a thunder in the clear sky, and the blacksmith shop trembled. Xiao En was taken aback and threw himself into Zhang Ye's arms, shivering.

　　Somehow, Xiaoen is especially afraid of thunder, Zhang Ye smiled and patted her on the back: "It's okay, Lei Gong is punishing bad guys. Xiaoen is so good and won't be beaten."

　　 Xiaoen's eyes were in tears, and she looked at the sky in fear: "No, Lei Gong likes to bully good people."

　　 Zhang Ye feels a little helpless, Xiao En always says something thoughtless. It seems that this amnesia will not be healed for a while.

　　 After getting along these days, Zhang Ye really likes this Xiaoen. Of course, it is not a love between men and women, but treats Xiaoen as a sister. Her liveliness and cuteness have brought a lot of cheers to the blacksmith shop. Laughter.

　　Zhang Ye comforted for a while. At this time, there was a knock on the back door: "Boss Zhang, it's me, I am the elder."

Elder 　　, what do you come to the forge at this time? Zhang Ye got up, opened the back door, and was startled: "Elder, what's the big bag on your head? You were beaten?"

　　 "Bao?" The elder touched his forehead, which was swollen like a bun. He was helpless. He had seen the blacksmith's shop closed before and wanted to fly directly into Zhang Ye's yard, but he never wanted to encounter the formation rebound. , Hit a big bag at once.

　　 "Being beaten by someone? No experience! This is called Sanhua Juding. If you practice two more, I will reach the top!" The elder held his hands and held his head high.

　　"Elder, then you have a nosebleed?" Zhang Ye was shocked.

　　The Great Elder wiped his nose. It was bloody. He paused: "I practiced exercises recently and I was a little angry."

　　 Stop the bleeding, the elder remembered the business, and said: "Boss Zhang, the old man is here to ask for something important."