Han Ling'er was speechless for a while, what kind of hero is she to use my things against me! But she didn't plan to really beat Zhang Ye, she just felt unfair for a god-level material like Tianjing.

"Zhang Ye, the value of Tianjing is too high, ten spirit stones are far from enough, how much is the difference, I will definitely make up for it. Han Ling'er hesitated for a moment, and said pitifully, "Pay in installments, okay?"

Looking at Han Linger's embarrassed appearance, Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Your remuneration has already been paid, you don't owe me anything." ”

"But ......" Han Ling'er wanted to say something, but Zhang Ye interrupted: "You pay, I strike iron, as for the specific operation, it is my freedom, and it has nothing to do with you." Han Fairy, after refining, don't send it slowly. ”

Han Ling'er was holding the Feihong Sword, and her head was still dizzy when she came out of the blacksmith shop, she became more and more curious about Zhang Ye, she would lose money in this business, right?

But then, Han Ling'er had a terrible idea in her heart, it couldn't be that Zhang Ye liked me, so he deliberately used Tianjing to refine the flying sword for me, right?

Thinking of this, Han Ling'er's heart beat faster, and she turned her head and glanced at the blacksmith shop, while Zhang Ye was wiping the notice board with a towel, and when she saw Han Ling'er turning around, she smiled with a graceful demeanor.

"Stinky rascal, hum!" Han Ling'er's face was so red that she seemed to be dripping blood, she stomped her feet, turned into a fragrant wind, and disappeared into Lingtai Town as if she had fled.

Zhang Ye was a little confused, I'm so handsome, why am I a stinking hooligan?

On the other side, Han Ling'er returned to the Lingtai Sect like a deer in her heart, and a female monk shouted: "Han Ling'er, the old lady also asked Boss Zhang to maintain the flying sword, let's try it again!"

Han Linger nodded absentmindedly, and soon, the two came to the martial arts arena.

"Han Ling'er, show your Feihong Sword, I'm going to make my Xuanhuo Sword shameful!" the female monk laughed, and a flying sword rose into the sky with flames.

Han Ling'er's expression was a little weird, and she asked tentatively, "Are you sure you want to compete with my Feihong Sword?" ”

"No, I'm going to compete with your Feihong Sword!" the nun snorted coldly, "What, are you afraid?"

"Nope. Han Ling'er didn't bother to say anything more, a clear and agile flying sword flew out of the Qiankun bag, circling around Han Ling'er.

"Look at the move!" the female monk urged the sword technique, and the Xuanhuo sword turned into a fire and shot towards Han Ling'er.

Han Ling'er sighed, urging slightly, the Feihong Sword was like lightning, so fast that it was impossible to see the shadow clearly, and with a bang, the two flying swords collided together, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust.

"Haha, Han Ling'er, you know how powerful my Xuanhuo Sword is!" The female monk felt that the victory was in her hands, and opened her mouth to speak, but before she finished speaking, a dark red flying sword shot back backwards and stuck it on the ground in front of the female monk.

And Han Linger's Feihong Sword let out a clear sword groan, and flew back into her hand unscathed.

The female monk looked at her Xuanhuo Sword, then at Han Linger's Flying Sword, and said in a daze: "Han Linger, why did your Flying Hung Sword suddenly become so spicy?"

Han Ling'er didn't know how to answer, she simply didn't keep it anymore, and ran the Feihong Sword with all her might, and the momentum of being a medium-grade magic weapon soared into the sky, and the female monk on the opposite side was so shocked that her jaw was about to dislocate, she couldn't believe it: "How is it possible, the Feihong Sword has become a medium-grade magic weapon?"

"Are you looking for Elder Ouyang to refine?" the female monk immediately shook her head again, "No, even if Elder Ouyang helps refine it, it is absolutely impossible to upgrade the lower-grade magic weapon to a medium-grade magic weapon, Han Ling'er, quickly give the old lady an honest explanation!"

Although Han Ling'er and this female monk often discussed, they were actually good friends, and she didn't hide it, and said: "I asked Boss Zhang to refine it, I wanted to make up for the congenital defects of the Feihong Sword, but I never thought that after refining, I would be promoted to a medium-grade magic weapon." ”

When she said this, Han Ling'er showed a look of pride on her face.

"What? Boss Zhang's refining can make magic weapons upgrade?" The female monk was completely stunned, when the group of them left the blacksmith shop before, they felt that the refining of ten medium-grade spirit stones was so black, and they ran away one by one, but if they knew that Boss Zhang's refining could upgrade magic weapons, even if they smashed the pot and sold iron, they would have to refine it.

The friar's bowels were blue with regret, and she immediately put away her sword and ran away.

Han Ling'er asked, "Tang Tang, where are you going?"

"Find Boss Zhang to refine, you wait for the old lady!"

Han Ling'er smiled, is this considered helping Zhang Ye introduce business? But she is also a little curious, is she being treated by Zhang Ye specially, or is she treated equally?

At the blacksmith shop, Zhang Ye saw the sunset and pondered that it was time to close the stall, but he was just about to close the door, when a group of inner disciples of the Lingtai Sect rushed towards the blacksmith shop with great momentum.

"Boss Zhang, slow down!" Tang Tang, who was in the lead, saw that the blacksmith shop was closed, and immediately used his wind trick to run to the door as soon as he slipped away.

"What are you doing here?" Zhang Ye recognized that this was the group of Lingtai Sect disciples who came to cultivate the sword during the day, and asked curiously.

"Boss Zhang, we are here to ask you to help refine the flying sword. Tang Tang was a little excited, and hurriedly took out the money and flying sword, and the other two monks also took out the spirit stone.

Zhang Ye thought it was funny, they were too expensive during the day, so they ran away as soon as they slipped through the smoke, and rushed to refine it in the evening, they must have seen Han Ling'er's Feihong Sword, right?

"Well, then you can come tomorrow. "The system stipulates that it can only be refined once a day, so Zhang Ye issued an eviction order and continued to close the door.

"Boss Zhang, you close the door later, you see we're all here. Tang Tang thought that Zhang Ye wanted to get off work early, so he immediately asked a group of inner disciples.

"It's not for this reason, it's mainly that I only refine one flying sword a day. Zhang Ye said.

"Only refining one flying sword a day?" Tang Tang was a little stunned, and said unwillingly, "Boss Zhang, how can you do such a business, making one more order is a single order, right?"

"Everyone, hurry up early tomorrow. Zhang Ye didn't explain too much and continued to close the door, but Tang Tang grabbed the door and feigned anger: "Boss Zhang, you don't pretend to be forced, we are still friends." ”

"Oh, then I don't need friends. Zhang Ye pushed Tang Tang away and closed the door.

"You ......" Tang Tang was dumbfounded with anger, and the other inner disciples complained: "Boss Zhang is too much, why don't we run in vain." ”

"I used to have a friend who pretended to be like this, and the grass on the grave was more than three meters high!"

"The key is to only refine one flying sword every day, and then you will have to run away in vain. ”

Tang Tang rolled his eyes and shouted, "You are not allowed to say that about Boss Zhang!"

A group of people were a little confused: "Tang Tang, didn't you say that Boss Zhang pretended not to be friends with him at the beginning?"

"Hmph, I just like Boss Zhang's pretending to be a friend like this!" Tang Tang raised her voice, she knew that Zhang Ye was still in the blacksmith shop, and deliberately said it to him, and then glared at many of her peers viciously: "Tomorrow, no one is allowed to rob me of the quota for refining flying swords, otherwise, I will destroy you!"

Tang Tang made the first move, which made the other inner disciples who understood it regret it, but everyone is a friend, Tang Tang opened his mouth, and it was not good to grab it again, but after a few people discussed, they quickly decided the next round.

Although ten medium-grade spirit stones can barely cover the value of medium-grade magic weapons, the key is that there is no market, and there are few medium-grade magic weapons circulating on the market. And Zhang Ye's side, through refining, everyone can have a medium-grade magic weapon, so even if Zhang Ye's rules are harsh, everyone can only admit it, and after the discussion, the inner disciples left with a long sigh.

Zhang Ye paid attention to the movement outside in the blacksmith shop, smiled helplessly, and gave them a chance at the beginning, but they were too expensive and didn't cherish them, who could blame them?

Zhang Ye came to the backyard refreshed, cooked a fragrant meal, and rewarded himself for his hard work for the day.

The next day, Zhang Ye yawned and came to the blacksmith shop, and before he could open the door, he heard a noise outside, and it turned out that Tang Tang's group had been waiting for a long time.

As soon as the door opened, Tang Tang took the lead in entering the shop and complained: "Boss Zhang, where did you go last night, and you opened the door so late." ”

The others smiled maliciously: "Boss Zhang, I saw someone in Yingchun Tower last night who was very similar to you. ”

"Pay attention to your body, Boss Zhang......"

Zhang Ye opened the door late today because of his bed, and everyone seized this opportunity to deliberately joke and smear him, but Zhang Ye didn't bother to explain anything, so he didn't laugh and said: "Originally, I didn't know how to say it, but since everyone knows my hardships, it's good that I will be closed for one day today, and everyone will be early tomorrow." ”

As soon as Zhang Ye said this, the inner disciples who were originally smiling evilly were stunned for a moment, and Tang Tang apologized eagerly: "Boss Zhang, we are joking, a righteous person like you with a decent style and both talent and appearance, it is impossible to go to such a place as Fireworks Willow Lane!"

Tang Tang glared at the other fellow disciples viciously, and everyone also launched a sycophant offensive: "Boss Zhang must have been reading at night yesterday and specializing in technology!"

"If you want to blame, you can only blame the dawn chicken in Lingtai Town, whoever made it croak is late, let's kill it and stew chicken soup later!"

"No, no, who said that Boss Zhang got up late, it's clear that we came early, right?"

......

Zhang Ye found that the disciples of the Lingtai Sect, in addition to their high cultivation, were also quite good at patting their ass, and in just such a moment, Zhang Ye had the illusion that he dared to single out the ancestor of the Yuanying Sect.

"Alright, let's go back and business as usual. Zhang Ye stopped everyone's endless flattery and asked, "Repair or refine, which of you comes first?"

"Me!" Tang Tang was afraid that others would take the lead, so he hurriedly took out his Xuanhuo Sword and the ten medium-grade spirit stones that he had put together.

Zhang Ye smiled at the spirit stone, and then looked at the flying sword, but his brows were furrowed very tightly.

This made Tang Tang's heart skip a beat, couldn't his flying sword be refined? Tang Tang asked tremblingly, "That Boss Zhang, is there something wrong with the flying sword?"

Zhang Ye raised his head: "Your sword, you have to add money." ”