Zhang Wenlong slowly got up, looked at the giant sword standing in front of the treasure connoisseur, first glanced around, and then took the small hammer in the treasure connoisseur's hand and lightly tapped it: "Ding!

He looked left and right, but he couldn't figure out how Yang Ling used ordinary materials to refine a heavenly weapon, or a third-order, which was completely unreasonable.

As Zhang Wenlong stepped down from the stage to see it in person, Zhang Feng, Zhang Youwei and all the elders came over to look left and right, they all liked to take a small hammer and gently hit the sword, listening to the crisp sound, and the more they knocked, the more they knocked harder.

"Don't look at it, what are you scared!" Zhang Youwei was a little upset by the sound, and directly scolded loudly, he had something to say to Zhang Wenlong.

"Master, you see that although this weapon is a third-order heavenly weapon, no one uses such a big giant sword, I think it is better to set it up at the entrance of Youlan Valley for people to visit, what do you think?" This is the first heavenly weapon refined by their sect, so naturally they can't let it go.

"You're pretty good, and I'm not going to ask you for it, so be whatever you want. Zhang Wenlong just cares about the material of this sword, and he doesn't have the heart to collect it, he can still refine the heavenly weapon, and even the holy weapon, he has refined one, that is, the hammer he uses to hit the iron, and it is also his weapon.

Yang Ling heard them talking about who should belong to the weapon he refined, and he held back his breath, slowly it was his own thing, but he said it was like theirs, although this weapon was useless, but at least he had to ask for his opinion.

Zhang Wenlong looked at it for a long time and still couldn't figure it out, threw the small hammer in his hand, and hurriedly walked to Yang Ling's side, wanting to ask: "Little friend, the old man has something to understand, obviously it is scrap copper and rotten iron, how did you turn them into treasures and practice them into heavenly weapons?"

After listening to this, Yang Ling looked at the sky with his chin in his club, thinking about whether to tell him the technique he used, although it is relatively low-level, but this low-level is at the low level of the immortal world, which is a method of carving runes, if he is told, then he will refine some high-level weapons in the mortal world, which is likely to cause chaos and cause large-scale disputes in order to snatch it, so forget it.

"I don't know, I'll just follow the steps, you can see it, I really don't understand, this pile of scrap metal is a heavenly weapon. Yang Ling made a puzzled expression to cover up his thoughts, and then said in a strange manner.

"Hey~tsk, is that really it?" Zhang Wenlong looked at the giant sword behind him, and then turned back and asked with a puzzled face, who would believe this kind of words, he has been fighting iron all his life, and he has never beaten ordinary materials out of the sky.

"Really, that's it, maybe I've been favored by God. Yang Ling pretended to know nothing, looked up at the sky and said.

"Alas, master, you don't care so much, if you can refine a good weapon, you are a good refiner. Zhang Feng knew that Yang Ling must have something unspeakable, so he stepped forward and patted Zhang Wenlong's shoulder and said.

Zhang Youwei looked at the giant sword for a long time before he walked towards them happily, he didn't listen to a word of what they were talking about before, he smiled and said: "This is a rare thing in our sect for a hundred years, a disciple with outstanding talent, and a heavenly weapon appeared, God bless my sect!"

"That's a disciple of my sect, his name is Yang Ling, and he is a worshipper with my son!" Zhang Wuji, who was on the other side, heard Zhang Youwei's words in the air, and was instantly so angry that he jumped up and shouted, how can such a monk who is against the sky become another family.

"Who is that man? I haven't seen it. ”

"It seems that I heard that it was the head of the Floating Spirit Sect, why was he isolated in a corner?" The shout was very loud, and many monks only realized the existence of Zhang Wuji after hearing the voice, it seems that the Floating Spirit Sect is really incomparable to the big sect, and few people know each other in other places.

When Zhang Youwei heard this, he looked towards the voice, and then he found that the head of the Floating Spirit Sect had actually come, and he didn't seem to have been invited over there before, so he couldn't help but be puzzled.

"Father, it's my invitation to them, you won't scold me. At this point, Zhang Qingyan also ran over to join in the fun, and when he saw his father's appearance, he quickly explained.

"Stinky girl, I already knew that I wouldn't give you that right, you invited the creditor!" Zhang Youwei knew that Yang Ling was a disciple of the Floating Spirit Sect, and now, "Zhang Wuji is equivalent to someone who is robbing him of business, how can such a good disciple let him take it back."

"Slightly~" Zhang Qingyan made a grimace and jumped towards Yang Ling, originally Zhang Yan was also coming, but when he learned of Zhang Feng's arrival, he was too shy to go out, for fear of bumping into him.

"Hehe, how is your girl group?" Zhang Qingyan smiled slightly, gently touched Yang Ling's head and said.

"Alas, my light-faced sister, don't torture me, I'm going crazy. Yang Ling looked at the girl group beckoning to him in the distance, and instantly shuddered, in his eyes, those beauties were devils.

"Hahahaha, if you dare to make me angry in the future, I will tell them your address and torture you hard to see if you dare to provoke me. Zhang Qingyan smiled brightly, she finally found Yang Ling's weakness.

After some discussion, Zhang Feng persuaded left and right, and all kinds of metaphysics were pulled out, so that the doubts in Zhang Wenlong's heart were suppressed, he didn't want to gradually evolve into a conflict because of this trivial matter, according to Zhang Wenlong's temper, if Yang Ling didn't explain after asking for a long time, maybe he would have to fight.

Yang Ling didn't bother to care about their discussion of weapons, followed Zhang Qingyan to the rest area and waited for the game to end, and beckoned to his two brothers by the way, signaling them to come up, there was only one person sitting in the rest area, that was Zhang Fei who was the first to complete the task.

"Did you kid use some high-level materials that people couldn't notice, otherwise how could this kind of thing be possible, or it was cheating, preparing the weapon in advance, and making a trick to get through. Zhang Fei thought about it for a long time, thinking that Yang Ling definitely had a small move, the heavenly weapon is not something that can be practiced, even if it is him, he must use top-level materials to reluctantly refine it, he neither believes it nor accepts it.

Yang Ling ignored him, this kind of person who has no ability to find reasons and excuses everywhere, he is too lazy to talk nonsense, directly ignores it, and chooses a place to sit down.

"Hmph, I think you're just weak-hearted, let you mess around, I'll see what you do in the next game!" Zhang Fei was angry, he was attacked by their divine consciousness inexplicably, and then he stole his limelight, he really wanted to find an opportunity to step on Yang Ling, and in the next game, he will use the family funds he has accumulated for several years, so that Yang Ling, a person who cheated and mixed up, can see what is the real ability.

"Hahaha, big brother, I just saw that pile of old men wandering around the weapons we built, they were dumbfounded, they didn't know how powerful you were, big brother, this time you took us to have a good time. Zhang Yanan smiled from ear to ear when he came up, and on the way up before, countless monks threw envious eyes at them, and they all hoped that they could also worship someone like Yang Ling.

"Big brother, what are we refining in the next game?" Since they have been following Yang Ling for a long time, heavenly weapons are no longer rare in their eyes, so Zhang Wunan didn't ask much about the giant sword, but he really cared about the next game.

Yang Ling looked up at the sky, wondering if the mortal realm would refine the artifact, would it rain down thunder and destroy the artifact that came out, because when he came to the Zhangjia realm, except for Zhang Jiahui, he had not seen the artifact.

For example, there are only five small classes of holy weapons, each of which only affects the gain of strength and true yuan, but when it comes to artifacts, the equipment will affect the attributes and even soul power of the monks, greatly increasing the combat power, and some weapons are still bound to the life of the monk, and some weapons are the life of the monk.

Although the artifact is also a fifth-order, the fifth-order is divided into three sub-levels, and the promotion of each sub-level may reverse the situation of the monk in battle, the stronger it is, the more critical the weapon in the battle, even the slightest gap may be killed, with a good weapon, coupled with talent, you can reach the level of crossing the great realm against the enemy.

Yang Ling didn't have the mind to compete now, he really wanted to see if if he refined an artifact, would it be destroyed by the heavenly thunder, or forcibly pulled into the void and teleported to other high-level interfaces, because the weapons of the mortal realm, the holy product was already the peak, and it was also the high-level interface of the mortal realm, something that could only be common in the third heaven.

"Do you want to see the artifact come out?" Yang Ling thought about it, then turned his head and asked the two brothers.

As soon as these words came out, it was terrible, Zhang Qingyan, and Yang Ling's two brothers, were speechless for a while, what an artifact is, they haven't heard of it yet, but the two brothers have seen some special things about Yang Ling, and they don't know what grade it is, even Zhang Yanan hasn't figured out what grade of weapon he got from Tianhuo Shuangsha yet, so when he heard the word artifact, many fantasies appeared in his mind.

"Hehe, hehehehe, artifact, what's the matter? I haven't heard of it, I'm bragging about the little girl again. Zhang Fei heard Yang Ling's words, and he didn't know what the artifact was, so he showed disdain at Yang Ling.

"Fuck your uncle, my eldest brother is talking to us, do you have a shit?" Zhang Yanan's fantasy was suddenly interrupted, and he suddenly turned back to him and scolded him, he didn't like the other party, but he dared to fart on the side, if there were not many people, otherwise he would have stepped forward to beat Zhang Fei with his temper.

"Leave him alone, I have a way to shut him up. After Yang Ling finished speaking, he released Erha, who had been included in Dingzhong before, because Erha was always making trouble, so Yang Ling had to lock him up, and now he was released because he had a task to hand over to him, that is, to stare at Zhang Fei and not let him talk nonsense.

Yang Ling used his divine sense to pass on the task to Erha, that is, to go and squat next to Zhang Fei, as long as he opened his mouth, then tear his pants and let him be embarrassed in public, which sounds cruel, but there is no better way than this.