The Magical Blacksmith

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After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Ye had a severe headache, so he woke up.

What came into view was a benevolent old man. Zhang Ye shook his head, remembering the scene when he was deeply trapped in the void maelstrom. Now that he survived, it must be this old man who saved him?

"Thank you, senior, for saving me." Zhang Ye weakly cupped his hands, expressing his sincere thanks.

The old man had a righteous and dignified attitude: "Efforts with a little effort are nothing to worry about."

Zhang Ye was about to say something more, when the old man said, "But if you really want to thank me, why don't you obediently be sold by me?"

Zhang Ye was stunned, thinking that the old man was joking, but then he realized that he was in a cage, and when he reached out his hand to touch it, the cool thing around his neck turned out to be a collar, like a dog harness.

Moreover, this collar is an unknown treasure, which seals Zhang Ye's whole body strength, and is no different from ordinary people at this moment.

"Senior, what do you mean by selling?" Zhang Ye bit the bullet and asked.

The old man had a pile of beards, as if he had teased Zhang Ye enough, he laughed, and said truthfully: "I am the largest slave trader in the Wanjie Market. Since you were picked up by me, I will naturally sell you. Let's talk about it. What unique skills do you have?"

Zhang Ye understood that this was up for grabs.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, and all the objects around him had disappeared, including the dragon-patterned bone knife, pangolin, and dumpling, and even some primordial treasures hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness had been looted away.

Zhang Ye wanted to use the master-servant contract to contact him, but he suddenly found out that the contract relationship was broken, and he was even recognized as the master inexplicably. The old man in front of him turned out to be his master, what a joke.

The old man seemed to see what Zhang Ye was thinking, and said: "Although the items on your body are not very valuable, mosquitoes are still meat no matter how small they are. I have pawned them. As for you, you have already established a master-servant contract with me. Don't make unnecessary resistance, or I will make you feel better."

This old man was able to sever the original master-servant contract without Zhang Ye's knowledge, and establish a new master-servant contract with Zhang Ye. Suppressed by the master-servant contract and the dog collar, Zhang Ye had no choice but to give up for the time being, thought for a moment and said, "I am a master blacksmith."

Now that he has temporarily fallen into the hands of others, he has to show his worth, so that life will be easier.

"Master Blacksmith?" The old man was a little overjoyed to find the treasure, "Then try it."

The old man flicked his sleeves and arranged a set of forging tools for Zhang Ye. Although they were quite different from those in Xuanhuang Universe, Zhang Ye still knew how to use these tools.

Zhang Ye asked for a set of materials, and prepared to make a set of flying swords at will. The process of casting the sword embryo was so easy that the old man couldn't help but admire.

Zhang Ye thought in his heart that when he showed his perfect forging skills, he would surely be able to convince this foreign slave trader, and it wouldn't be impossible for him to be a guest of honor at that time.

The prototype of the flying sword is basically cast, three feet and three inches, and now is the time to infuse it with Taoism.

Zhang Ye has done it countless times, and he can pour it with his eyes closed.

However, the self-confidence on Zhang Ye's face gradually turned into doubts. Immediately, Zhang Ye stretched out his hand again, but his hand was still empty, without the artistic conception of Taoism!

This... this is impossible. Zhang Ye's forging skills have not declined, but he just can't grasp the artistic conception of Dao!

The old man watched Zhang Ye scratching all over the sky like a lunatic, and became impatient, and beat Zhang Ye so hard that he couldn't get up for a long time: "You waste, wasting my time."

Zhang Ye wanted to cry but had no tears, he was really a master blacksmith.

However, the old man no longer gave Zhang Ye a chance, and turned around to leave. With so many slaves in his hands, there was no need to argue with Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye thought of something, and quickly asked the forging system, the system replied: "The host has left the Three Realms, so naturally he can't capture the Taoist conception of the Three Realms."

Zhang Ye suddenly realized that the spirit treasures he refined in the past could only be used in the Three Realms with the help of the Dao of Heaven.

Zhang Ye was inexplicably annoyed: "Why didn't you say it earlier."

"The host didn't ask earlier." The system said angrily.

Zhang Ye was stunned, and asked, "Then what else did you not tell me?"

"The function of the material mall is suspended, and the resurrection function is suspended..." the system replied.

Zhang Ye was in such a mess, he couldn't use his best skills anymore, and he was really overplaying now.

But then, Zhang Ye thought of something. His forging skills are solid, but he doesn't know the method of forging foreign treasures. As long as he finds a way to study it, he will be able to make the transition.

It's like a Sichuan cuisine chef who suddenly changes his career to cook Shandong cuisine. There is a lot of knife skills, and you only need to master new recipes and cooking skills to make a quick transition.

It was impossible for the slave trader to find some treasures for him to study, but the dog collar on Zhang Ye's neck was a ready-made treasure, so he concentrated on researching it.

The old slave merchant had captured many slaves. At this moment, he was asking one by one. A slave also said that he was a blacksmith and proved himself. The old slave merchant was very satisfied, so he sold the blacksmith to a treasure house. Get a lifetime free job.

It has to be said that it is not necessarily a bad thing that Zhang Ye cannot refine Lingbao now.

After being locked in a cage for two days and eating something like pig food every day, Zhang Ye still has some understanding of the dog collar around his neck. It is more original, but it leads to the same goal by different routes.

To put it bluntly, the artistic conception of Tao is like a carriage, and the original power is like all the parts of the carriage. One is a formed thing that can be used immediately, but the original power needs to be assembled to take shape, which is not difficult.

But now the question is, where does the original power come from? Zhang Ye was puzzled, and the recognition function of the forging system was also suspended, so distressed.

Two days later, Zhang Ye was pulled out of the dungeon by slave traders and dragged to the street for sale. Useful slaves have already been sold by default, and this kind of slaves that are put on the street for people to buy are defective products.

Zhang Ye felt a little sad, but it was gratifying to finally see the light of day again.

Zhang Ye looked at this so-called Myriad Realms Market. Although it looked a bit like a vegetable market, it was as strong as a cloud. It could almost be said that there were as many immortal emperors as dogs, and as many under immortal emperors as dog hair. Existence above the Immortal Emperor.

And these strong men may really come from the heavens and myriad worlds. From their appearance, it can be seen that some have wings, some have fire-breathing heads, and some have four arms...

Rao Zhangye was well-informed, and he was also amazed at the magic of good fortune.

Zhang Ye's slaves were taken to a high platform, and the slave dealers took a whip and started to sell: "The real clearance, the real sale, you don't have to ask the price, you don't have to bargain, and you don't have to be afraid of being slaughtered! The whole house sells ten 10 yuan, everything you buy is 10 yuan, pick whatever you want, choose whatever you want..."

It's really uncomfortable to be treated as goods. The most important thing is, it's only ten yuan?

Of course, Zhang Ye knew that the ten yuan was not ten Dao stones or sky stones, but a currency called the universe crystal nucleus. It's just that Zhang Ye has heard of it but never seen it.

The slave trader yelled for a while, and the passers-by were attracted, staring straight at the many slaves on the stage, choosing suitable goods.

Zhang Ye's heart was pounding, since he wanted to sell, he hoped that a beautiful and gentle young lady would buy him away.

Not only Zhang Ye was thinking this way, but other slaves for sale were also thinking this way.

At this moment, a fat woman in the audience glanced at Zhang Ye with green eyes. Zhang Ye felt bad and shrank back from the crowd, but the fat woman took out ten blue coins as if she had spotted Zhang Ye. Handed over the colored cosmic crystal nucleus to the slave trader, and jumped onto the stage, the whole booth trembled three times. The fat woman pointed at Zhang Ye: "It's you!"

The fat woman licked her plump lips while talking: "Little Handsome Pot, Miss Sister will love you very much, come with me."

Zhang Ye inexplicably thought of the pig food he ate these days, and almost couldn't hold back his mouth. Don't insult the sacred title of young lady, okay? The other slaves gave Zhang Ye a sympathetic look, but stepped aside one after another, exposing Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye was quite frightened, and quickly said: "Miss sister, I, I am not in good health, I am sick all over."

The fat woman laughed: "It's okay, I will treat you if you are sick!"

"I, I have plum sores!" Zhang Ye gritted his teeth and said. As for what plum sore is, ahem, a romantic person knows it himself.

When the fat woman heard Zhang Ye's words, she was stunned on the spot, as if she was really frightened. While Zhang Ye was breathing a sigh of relief, the fat woman laughed loudly: "This is fate, Miss Sister, I also have plum sores. Let's fight poison with poison. It will definitely create a bright future!"

The fat woman stretched out her hand to grab Zhang Ye. Zhang Ye was about to say something, but the slave trader whipped him over: "Grass mud horse, keep yelling, believe it or not, I will kill you?"

Zhang Ye was whipped because his cultivation was suppressed by the dog's collar, and he grinned in pain, but he had an idea and held his crotch: "You...what did you do to me, how do you know that my chirp is crooked?"

The slave trader was taken aback for a moment, ouch, how can he understand that?

But when the fat woman heard this, she looked contemptuous: "Bah, it's too crooked to be enjoyable!" As she spoke, the fat woman grabbed the hunk slave next to her, "Although you are not handsome, you have a good body, old lady I want you."

The hunk wanted to cry, but as a slave, he had no strength to resist at all. Under the auspices of the slave trader, he was taken away after signing a new master-servant contract.

Zhang Ye heaved a sigh of relief and wished you good luck.

With the beginning of the fat woman, other buyers also bought their favorite slaves for various purposes. The scene was hot, but Zhang Ye said that he had plum sores and babbled, but no one cared.

Before long, apart from Zhang Ye, there were only two or three slaves on the field, and all of them were old, weak, sick and disabled, so no one bought them.

The slave merchant felt that if he could not sell it, it would be a waste of food to bring it back, so he started a discount promotion. Zhang Ye's price dropped again and again, and when he sold two crystal nuclei, a voice finally sounded: "So cheap? I bought it!"