Although Yin Wenbin felt that this Heavenly Forging Technique was fake, but the Yuanying Old Ancestor said it himself, he was not qualified to refute it, so he had to say coldly: "No matter what inheritance you have, you can't beat me!"

Yin Wenbin took out a jar of quenching water from the Qiankun bag, the water was shiny, and there was a faint blue brilliance, and the Jindan monks were chatting enthusiastically, but when they saw this jar of water, they became silent.

After a moment of silence, the monks exploded: "it...... Gathering Immortal Water, the water quality is one level higher than that of Rootless Immortal Water!"

"I heard that there are only two spiritual springs in our Eastern Regions that can produce Gathering Spirit Fairy Water, but they all dried up hundreds of years ago, how can there still be Gathering Spirit Fairy Water?"

"Is he going to use it for quenching? Oh, it's distressing, if only I could take a sip. ”

The Jindan monks were extremely hot-eyed, if they didn't take into account that the other party was a disciple of the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion, they wouldn't even be able to hold back and snatch it, after all, for them, this was a treasure that could make them gain more than the best spirit stones or immortal stones.

Yin Wenbin smiled proudly, feeling that he had finally found some ground, and he said proudly: "Since you all know that it is Gathering Spirit Fairy Water, then I will not repeat it, as the so-called good horse with a good saddle, good forging must of course be quenched with a good water source......" After a pause, he looked at Zhang Ye, "Boss Zhang, I don't know what kind of water you use to quench it?"

As he spoke, Yin Wenbin looked at Zhang Ye's quenching pool, and then shook his head and smiled, it was really a desperate stagnant water, without the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy, thinking about it, how could there be a good water source in this remote Xiuzhen market town?

Zhang Ye didn't answer Yin Wenbin, the water melted by the dignified Heavenly Stone was said to be worth it when it was obtained from this kind of Gathering Spirit Fairy Water, so he didn't bother to answer. Even if Zhang Ye wants to say it, there is only one sentence - Gathering Spirit Fairy Water, what kind of garbage is that!

Zhang Ye's silence made Yin Wenbin feel that he was inferior, and he felt even more proud, this is the absolute crushing of the blacksmith shop in the countryside by the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion!

"Boss Zhang, if you beg me, maybe I can lend you a scoop of Gathering Spirit Water to quench it?" Yin Wenbin mocked, in fact, even if he begged, he wouldn't give it, just teasing Zhang Ye.

Yin Wenbin took out the re-calcined flying sword, and used the special technique of the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion to quench it into the Gathering Spirit Immortal Water, and in an instant, the brilliance flowed, and the fragrance was fragrant......

The Jindan monks breathed intoxicated with the aroma in the air, which was the water vapor emitted by the Gathering Spirit Fairy Water, even if they couldn't drink the water, they felt that the bottleneck had loosened a lot when they smelled two sips.

Seeing that the Jindan master inside the door was so embarrassed, the Great Elder snorted coldly, and a gust of wind blew away the steam in the room, and the monks came back to their senses, their faces were red, and they were embarrassed.

But Yin Wenbin still saw this scene, shook his head and smiled, Lingtai Sect, but that's it!

Immediately, Yin Wenbin looked at Zhang Ye again, reasoning, Zhang Ye's furnace could calcine the flying sword in the blink of an eye, but this time, Zhang Ye calcined it for a long time, and it was really strange that the flying sword did not melt under such high temperatures.

Zhang Ye can control the three-flavor true fire as he wants, but he doesn't have to worry about the flying sword melting, the reason why he has calcined for a long time this time is mainly to forcibly change some characteristics of the jade iron through the three-flavor true fire.

When the time was almost up, Zhang Ye took out the jade flying sword and threw it directly into the quenching pool......

The flying sword forging had reached its final stage, and the monks thought back to the whole sword forging process. Although Zhang Ye can always surprise people, but on Yin Wenbin's side, every step is like engaging in art, whether it is forging a sword or quenching, every move has a kind of chic and beautiful that is pleasing to the eye.

Although the monks were from Zhang Ye's camp, they also sincerely praised Yin Wenbin for being a forging master from the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion.

Yin Wenbin saw the approving eyes of everyone, and was proud in his heart, he was born in the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion, and compared with Zhang Ye, just like the regular army and local militia trained by the imperial court, there was no comparison.

At this time, after the quenching of the sword was completed, Yin Wenbin snorted coldly, reached out to take the sword, and said, "Everyone, please close your eyes." ”

Why do you want to close your eyes? The monks were a little confused, even a little annoyed, and said loudly: "Why do you close your eyes? Don't you let people see the flying sword you forged?"

Yin Wenbin smiled, didn't explain anything, took out the quenched flying sword from the water, and for a while, the dazzling white light was like the sun, stabbing the Jindan monks into tears.

"it, I'm blind......"

The monks hurriedly blocked the light with their hands, although they were curious about the sword forged by Yin Wenbin, but at this moment, they didn't dare to look directly at it.

Only a primordial ancestor like the Great Elder would dare to look directly at the flying sword in such a light, even if the Great Elder didn't like Yin Wenbin, but I have to say that the sword forged by Yin Wenbin was perfect. It is worth mentioning that Yin Wenbin's sword uses a diamond-shaped sword body, although it lacks agility and sharpness, it is undoubtedly the strongest structure.

The Great Elder understood that Yin Wenbin's sword was completely a competition tool used to defeat Zhang Ye, and he didn't consider its true use as a high-grade magic weapon at all, which was also the reason why the Great Elder thought it was perfect rather than truly perfect.

However, a game is a game, and Yin Wenbin has a much better chance of winning by doing this. Thinking of this, the Great Elder hurriedly looked at Zhang Ye again, wanting to know what Zhang Ye's sword looked like when it was quenched?

In the dazzling white mang, Zhang Ye took the sword in his hand, and a little dark green brilliance gradually emerged, but this touch of green, compared to this fierce white mang, seemed so insignificant, the great elder had a touch of disappointment, generally speaking, the strength of the magic weapon treasure light determines the strength of the strength.

But when the hilt of the sword was revealed, the green light was sheng, at least in the backstage of the blacksmith shop, the green light replaced the white light, and the great elder nodded, so it seems that the sword forged by Zhang Ye is not much worse than Yin Wenbin.

The two lights collided, and the Jindan monks felt that they were not so dazzling, and they could barely open their eyes and look at the two lights competing in the blacksmith shop, which was very strange.

"Great Elder, why is this green light and white light distinct, and there is a sense of incompatibility?"

The Great Elder said: "The divine soldiers were born with their own might, and two divine weapons appeared under one roof, so naturally no one obeyed anyone. ”

The monks sighed: "So, Boss Zhang and Yin Wenbin haven't fought yet, and the divine soldiers are fighting first?"

"If the brilliance of the two swords is divided into high and low, does it also prove the forging strength of Boss Zhang and Yin Wenbin?"

"Why do I think the green light is a little weaker, though?"

Yin Wenbin laughed: "It's not that the green light is slightly weaker, but it will definitely be defeated!" After Yin Wenbin finished speaking, he didn't know what means he used, the flying sword in his hand, Bai Mang, forced the green light to retreat step by step, and saw that the green light was about to disappear.

Everyone was anxious, could it be that Zhang Ye's sword was really not as good as Yin Wenbin's sword?

"No, Zhang Ye's sword hasn't completely surfaced yet!" the Great Elder stared at Zhang Ye and said out loud.

At this moment, Zhang Ye pulled out the jade sword, and a trace of surprise appeared in the eyes of the great elder, what a perfect flying sword this was?

Before the Great Elder could say his words of praise, a dazzling green light erupted like a torrent, and the incomparable white mang, like a mouse seeing a cat, turned around and ran.

But where can the white mang run away, it is directly swallowed by the green mang. The green treasure light did not stop the pace of expansion, rushed out of the blacksmith shop, and lit up the Lingtai Town at night, full of greenery......

The green light lasted for a long time, and the blacksmith shop finally calmed down, and the monks were in tears, barely opened their eyes, and made a mess: ", everything I see now is green......"

"You can still see green, I can't see anything......"

"Lao Wang, when is your head green?"

After another moment, the monks barely regained their eyesight, but everything was a little green, and suddenly, some monks noticed that the Great Elder was staring at Zhang Ye with burning eyes, and they all sighed: "The Great Elder has participated in the cultivation and transformation, and he didn't even blink his eyes under such a light, the cow broke it!"

"The Great Elder is mighty!"

The monks praised, and the Great Elder stroked his beard and smiled: "Xiao Wang, cultivate hard, and when you break through the Yuan Infant, you will be as powerful as this seat." ”

After the Great Elder finished speaking at a pillar, he reached out and patted it.

The monk surnamed Wang looked confused: "Great Elder, I'm here!"

"Of course I know you're there!" "The Great Elder turned around and hugged the trash can, "Haha, Xiao Wang, you're not too young, why are you still playing hide and seek with Elder Ben?"

Many monks had black lines on their faces, and the Great Elder was not afraid of the dazzling light, but was completely blind!

At this time, Yin Wenbin also recovered, forcibly enduring the discomfort in his eyes, he looked at the sword in his hand, then at Zhang Ye's sword, and muttered: "How can this be ......?"

The same is a high-grade magic weapon, Zhang Ye's sword, from the momentum of Yin Wenbin's sword bullied Yin Wenbin's sword to the point that there is no pants left, you know, Yin Wenbin's sword is smelted with three kinds of treasure materials, each of which is higher than jade iron, as for the quenched water, it is even more thrown Zhang Ye countless streets.

In addition, the forging technique used by Yin Wenbin was summarized by countless generations of treasure casters in the Heavenly Weapon Pavilion, and it was the top forging technique in the Eastern Regions.

Rao is like this, the flying sword forged by Yin Wenbin failed to overpower the jade flying sword, and even failed to the point of being completely decent.

Zhang Ye took the flying sword and walked to the front desk: "Heavenly Forging Technique, nothing is impossible!" Since the Great Elder made up such a name, Zhang Ye used it.

"Heavenly Forging Technique, if it is refined to the depths, all iron can create divine weapons!" The Great Elder stepped forward, "Xiao Zhang, is the old man right?"

The monk in front of the Great Elder trembled: "Great Elder, I'm Xiao Wang!"

......

Could it really be that there is a Heavenly Forging Technique that transforms decay into magic? Yin Wenbin's heart trembled, but he was not reconciled, and roared: "So what, our gamble is based on the strength of the flying sword, and it is not stronger than Baoguang, I will not lose to you!"

Whether Baoguang is strong or not, in fact, has already divided the height of the flying sword, but the rule of this game is to compete with the sturdiness of the flying sword.

The monks felt that Yin Wenbin was a little shameless, but it was hard to say anything, after all, a game is a game.

The monks felt sorry for Zhang Ye, they had clearly refined a peerless divine weapon that was better than Yin Wenbin, but they could only lose the game, after all, the jade iron without the blessing of spiritual power was too fragile......