The Magical Blacksmith

　　 After a short while, a flying sword exuding a red radiance was successfully built, but this time it did not arouse the phenomena of heaven and earth. After all, Fengxuejin can only be qualified as a top-grade magic weapon.

　　 Although it is not the best magic weapon, this sword has its unique temperament.

　　 Zhang Ye brought the built flying sword to the front desk. Han Linger's eyes were full of small stars, because this flying sword is very suitable for women's aesthetics, and immediately praised: "Zhang Ye, this sword is so beautiful."

　　 "Is it pretty? Let me see." Zhang Ye handed Feijian to Han Ling'er, and Han Ling'er was flattered and took the Feijian to play with it, and couldn't put it down.

　　Han Ling'er's first feeling is to describe this sword with elegance, because its delicate blade is like a peerless beauty, lightly wrapped in red makeup, and tenderness like water, with a smile.

　　 But when Han Ling'er injected spiritual power, this sword exudes an aura of dignity and arrogance, just like the ancient female emperor, who dominates all things in the world, with a frown, she can lay down a million corpses and bleed thousands of miles...

　　Han Ling'er recovered from Feijian's momentum, but found something else, and said in shock: "Zhang Ye, how do I feel that this sword is exactly the same as Feihong sword except for the color and rank."

"Well, according to the style of Feihong Sword, it was specially beaten for you." Zhang Ye said lightly, but Han Ling'er was hit hard, and then Han Ling'er became panic again, fumbled up and down, and said pitifully: " Zhang Ye, I...I don't have that much money..."

　　 Zhang Ye wanted to laugh a little when he saw her, and said, "It's for you, no money."

　　 "Give it to me?" Han Ling'er was so happy that she was about to faint, but she bit and returned the flying sword to Zhang Ye.

　　 "Why, don't you like it?" Zhang Ye was a little strange, and Han Ling'er looked like he couldn't put it down.

　　 "I like it, but it's too expensive, I can't ask for it." Han Ling'er felt that he had been cared by Zhang Ye too much. If he took this sword, he would not be able to pay it off for a lifetime.

　　 Zhang Ye thought for a moment, and said, “I didn’t mean that if you could enter the inner door, you would give you a gift. This flying sword is a gift I prepared for you, but I just gave it to you in advance.”

　　 "But... it's really too expensive." Han Ling'er felt at first that Zhang Ye would only give her some gadgets. If you know that it is such a valuable high-grade flying sword, he would not dare to agree to it.

"Han Ling'er!" Zhang Ye pretended to be angry and called her name, but Han Ling'er shivered. Zhang Ye said viciously, "The ring is so dangerous, you don't have a flying sword to take advantage of it. Are you going to die? Today you are lucky, but you just got a sword on your arm. You can't keep you from getting a stab in the face tomorrow. When you finish the inner door test, if you have a broken arm and a broken leg, I don't want you to be my employee!"

Han Ling'er was teary by Zhang Ye's reprimand. Zhang Ye felt that she might really cry if she went on, so she changed the subject: "Well, Feijian will be lent to you, if you can't enter the top ten of the inner door. , I will take it back."

　　Han Ling'er also knew that Zhang Ye was thinking about herself, so she couldn't refuse it anymore, so she had to take the flying sword, but she still couldn't hold it back, tears burst into her eyes.

　　 "Uh, are you crying?" Zhang Ye was frightened, and quickly comforted him, "Okay, don't cry, I won't yell at you after the big deal."

　　 "No, I am touched..." Han Linger wiped away tears, and said, "Zhang Ye, why are you so good to me?"

This pitiful look is really pitiful. If Zhang Ye has no good feelings for Han Ling'er, it is false, but Zhang Ye dare not admit it, and said in a flicker: "I am your boss, of course I want to treat you well. !"

　　 "But..." Han Linger wanted to say that even the boss can't treat the employees so nicely.

　　 But Zhang Ye interrupted her: "Don't talk about this, let's give Feijian a name!"

　　Han Ling'er pouted her little mouth, muttering that she was really a man of incomprehension.

　　 "What are you talking about? I have a goat madness?" Zhang Ye didn't hear clearly, his face was blinded.

　　 "I didn't say anything..." Han Ling'er had a black line on her face, and then she looked at the flying sword in her hand and said to Zhang Ye, "Zhang Ye, you made the flying sword, so you should name it."

　　 "I'm not good at naming, you can tell by looking at my local tyrant sword." Zhang Ye said honestly, "You give a domineering name, don't be ashamed of my craftsmanship."

　　Han Ling'er couldn't help being amused at the thought of the name of the local tyrant sword. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly said, "Zhang Ye."

　　 "Well, what do you want me to do?" Zhang Ye asked.

　　 "I didn't call you, I mean, the name of this flying sword is Zhang Ye!" Han Linger said with a smile, very satisfied.

　　 Zhang Ye was a little dazed, and hurriedly said, "Phoenix sword, Tianhuang sword, etc. are better than Zhang Ye, why are you using my name."

　　 "No matter, I think Zhang Ye sounds nice." Han Linger stroked Feijian lightly, "Zhang Ye, I want to be your friend..."

　　 Zhang Ye has a black line on his face. Now he understands the feelings of others when he named the local tyrant sword. He really wants to bump his head over...

　　 After all, this sword was given to Han Ling'er. She had no choice but to name Zhang Ye like that. However, Zhang Ye suddenly thought of something, and there was an extra seal in her hand: "Flying sword, give me a look."

　　 "Oh." Han Linger didn't know what Zhang Ye was going to do, but obediently returned Feijian.

　　 Zhang Ye held the flying sword, hesitated a little, and finally sighed and put the seal on the sword.

　　Han Ling'er understood that this is the blacksmith branding the Feijian. Zhang Ye had never used the seal before repairing or refining, and immediately became a little curious: "Zhang Ye, what is your seal?"

　　 Zhang Ye looked a little weird: "If you look at it, you will know."

　　Han Ling'er took the flying sword and wondered whether it was something like Zhang Ye’s or Zhang Ye’s. He didn’t think about it, but was stunned at first sight, and said suspiciously, “Zhang Ye is so handsome?”

　　 "Ahem, don't praise me in person, I'll be proud." Zhang Ye held his hands behind his back, his head held high, and he is so handsome!

　　 Han Ling'er was speechless, and then she giggled non-stop. Feijian's name was Zhang Ye, and the seal on Zhang Ye was so handsome. It's really amazing...

Soon in the evening, there is still no business coming to the door today. When Han Linger left, the forging system proactively said: "The system reminds that whether the forging magic weapon is for personal use or gift, it needs to be purchased by the host at its own expense, and the system has to be taken away. Ninety percent of revenue."

"Why? I have to pay for the materials and work I did myself?" Zhang Ye immediately quit. The system meant that the flying sword that Han Linger was given to Han Linger was equivalent to buying it at his own expense. Take away nine high-grade spirit stones.

　　 "Any magic weapon forged in the smithy needs to be handed over to the system 90% of the income." The system replied coldly.

　　 There seems to be such a rule, but Zhang Ye was not convinced: "Why didn't you charge for the best magic weapon I built last time?"

　　 After talking about Zhang Ye, I regretted it. Isn't this a loophole? My own high-grade spirit stones are all used up.

　　 "The last flying sword belongs to the scope of the mission reward, and there is no need to pay for it."

　　 Zhang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, the local tyrant sword was saved. As for the flying sword given to Han Ling'er, the system did not immediately detain the nine high-grade spirit stones, not because Zhang Ye has no money now, but because Zhang Ye said it was lent to Han Ling'er, and it was officially given to Han Ling'er when he entered the top ten. she was.

　　 Therefore, this is not a self-use and gift judged by the system. Zhang Ye immediately thought that our Chinese culture is broad and profound, and has a long history. Borrowing for a day is a borrowing, and a lifetime is also borrowing. It seems that the system is still too tender.

　　 However, Zhang Ye didn't intend to report this loophole. Maybe it would come in handy someday. Fighting wits and courage with the system is a lot of fun.

　　 Soon the next day, Zhang Ye got up and almost tripped over something chubby. He was shocked and said, "What are you?"

　　 The pangolin hiccuped and stretched out his small paw to Zhang Ye, as if saying, Lord Yin, I am a pangolin...

　　 "Fuck, I thought it was a pig, you are not afraid to kill yourself?" Zhang Ye recognized it, it must be this little guy who secretly drank the colorful water at night.

　　 The pangolin gave Zhang Ye a white look, moved his heavy body, found a comfortable place, and fell asleep.

　　 Zhang Ye doesn't want to care about this guy anymore, he opens the door for business.

　　 On the side of Lingtai Sect, Han Linger's second round of competition is about to begin.

　　 Tang Tang looked at Han Ling'er worriedly, and said: "Ling'er, you actually met Chen Guang in advance, he is also a top ten master, you must get the Feihong sword back!"

　　 Han Ling'er looked at his father and senior brother in the distance, and shook his head: "It's okay."

　　Han Ling'er has always been like this. Don't fight or be jealous, Tang Tang was angry and anxious, and suddenly thought of something, and handed his flying sword to Han Ling'er: "Forget it, lend you my sword."

　　 "No, you have to participate in the competition later." Han Linger shook his head and refused.

　　 "If you ask you to get back the flying sword, you don't want to take it, and I don't want to borrow the flying sword from you. Are you going to die?" Tang Tang jumped anxiously.

　　 "Uh..." Han Linger knew that Tang Tang was also kind, and said mysteriously, "Tang Tang, I have a secret weapon."

　　 Tang Tang thought of something, and asked in surprise; "Zhang Ye borrowed you the local tyrant sword, right?"

　　 "That's not..." Han Linger shook his head~www.ltnovel.com~ Zhang Ye didn't borrow it, but gave himself a top-grade flying sword.

　　 But Tang Tang misunderstood, and cursed: "That iron rooster, I made a special trip to tell him, not to mention refining a flying sword for you, what's wrong with using the local tyrant sword for you? It's really a shame!"

　　 "Zhang Ye is not what you said..." Han Linger explained hurriedly.

　　 "Han Ling'er, you are too kind!" Tang Tang grabbed his hair and said madly, "I'm so angry."

　　 At this moment, the referee took the roster and read out: "Han Ling'er, Chen Guang, ready to compete."

　　Han Ling'er said to Tang Tang: "Well, let's not talk about it. You can watch the show later."

　　 "Look at you being beaten all over, right?" Tang Tang said angrily. In fact, every ring has the golden core power to prevent accidents. Although there will be no lives, injuries will inevitably occur.

　　 Although Tang Tang said so, he still looked at Han Ling'er worriedly, hoping that she would be safe.

Han Ling'er had just stepped onto the stage, and Chen Guang waited for a long time. He looked at Han Ling'er gloomily: "We are really enemies on a narrow road." Last year, when he was competing for the top ten, Chen Guang was brushed down by Han Ling'er. This year, Chen Guangku Practicing skills is to wash away the shame.

　　 An onlooker disciple from the audience spit out and said, "Do you know? Brother Chen has become a flying fairy, and Han Ling'er will definitely not be able to last three rounds!"

　　 "Flying immortals outside the sky? The swordsmanship practiced by no more than ten people in the history of the Lingtai Sect?"

　　 "I am afraid that only Li Xingchen can defeat the current Chen Guang, but unfortunately, Li Xingchen gave up this inner trial in order to break through the golden core, and Chen Guang is invincible..."

　　 When Tang Tang heard these words, his heart was even more twisted, Han Ling'er was helpless without Feihong sword.