Before the Blood God Sect elder could react, the disciple was killed, which made him furious: "Old horseman, are you going to start a war with my Blood God Sect?"

"You only have half a sect master, what are you going to do to start a war with my Lingtai Sect?" the Great Elder put his hands behind his back, and his momentum soared into the sky.

Half of the Sect Master!The Blood God Sect Elder fell into an ice cellar.

A few days ago, Su Jin of the Lingtai Sect chased and killed the Blood God Sect Master for three days and three nights, and then the Blood God Sect Master came back, but only half of his body and half his life remained.

Under such circumstances, the Blood God Sect really didn't dare to start a war with the Lingtai Sect, and moreover, the Blood God Sect elders found that Li Rulong's cultivation had improved a lot, and when he started to kill people, he didn't have time to stop it.

After considering the above, the Blood God Sect elder froze, but he couldn't swallow this breath.

The Blood God Sect elder rolled his eyes and reprimanded: "Old horseman, it's shameless to bully the small!"

"What's the matter, then you and this seat are practicing?" the Great Elder sneered.

The Blood God Sect elder sneered, "Do you think our Blood God Sect is as barbaric as your Lingtai Sect?"

The elders of the Blood God Sect did not dare to confront Li Rulong, and now the entire sect relied on him to support him, if he also had an accident, the Blood God Sect would be completely finished.

"There are still a few hours before the barrier opens, why don't you let the juniors have a discussion?" the Blood God Sect elder suggested.

Without waiting for the Great Elder to speak, Han Ling'er and the other disciples drew their swords one after another, and their murderous anger soared to the sky: "The disciples are willing to fight!"

The genius disciples on the side of the Blood God Sect were also ready to draw their swords to confront each other, but suddenly found that except for Han Ling'er who used a high-grade magic weapon, the other disciples, Yishui's medium-grade magic weapon, lying in the groove, when did the foundation building monk have such a high standard?

The disciple of the Blood God Sect silently returned the half-drawn magic knife, not for anything else, and the inferior magic weapon was embarrassed......

The elders of the Blood God Sect also discovered this clue, if Han Ling'er had a top-grade magic weapon, he could guess that it was borrowed by the elders, but all the disciples took out good flying sword magic weapons, which could only show that the overall strength of the Lingtai Sect had increased a lot.

The Blood God Sect has already broken one of the top ten disciples, and it definitely doesn't dare to let the top ten take any more risks, otherwise they will be wiped out before they enter the enchantment.

The Blood God Sect elder hesitated, and suddenly saw a deacon elder beside him, and said: "The disciples on both sides should stay in the Divine Weapon Enchantment to face off, just looking at the extraordinary magic weapons of the disciples of your sect, presumably Ouyang Changtian's forging skills have improved, why don't you have a treasure casting duel with the treasure caster of my sect?"

Every year when the Divine Weapon Barrier is opened, the treasure casters of the two sects will come, although they cannot enter the Divine Soldier Barrier, but they also gain something from the experience of treasure casting on the ruins.

Ouyang Changtian was an accompanying elder of the Lingtai Sect, and he was named by the Blood God Sect and asked to compete for the casting of treasures, of course, he couldn't be intimidated, and the magic weapons of Han Ling'er and the others were not forged by him, which made Ouyang Changtian want to prove himself.

Before the Great Elder could decide whether or not to accept this challenge, Ouyang Changtian took a step forward and said respectfully: "Great Elder, the disciple comprehended the forging process of the top-grade magic weapon a few days ago, and he is sure to defeat Yu Wenhua. ”

Yu Wenhua is the treasure caster of the Blood God Sect, and Ouyang Changtian is an opponent between Bozhong. Because Ouyang Changtian was defeated by Zhang Ye, he was ashamed and brave, and refined his forging skills, but he had the confidence to defeat Nayu culture.

Thinking of this, the Great Elder nodded, and said to the Blood God Sect, "Okay, the old man will give your Blood God Sect a chance!"

The elders of the Blood God Sect had a smile that the conspiracy had succeeded, although the chief treasure caster of each sect was only in the Jindan realm, but that was the key to the supply of equipment for a sect, if Ouyang Changtian could be thwarted in this duel and let him collapse, the comprehensive strength of the next generation of disciples of the Blood God Sect would be able to surpass the Lingtai Sect.

As for whether Yu Culture can defeat Ouyang Changtian, the Blood God Sect Elder didn't pay attention to it at all, people have made progress, is it true that Yu Culture has not progressed?

"It's inevitable that this duel will be a little boring, do you dare to raise some bets?" The Blood God Sect elder paused, regardless of whether the Lingtai Sect agreed or not, and continued, "In this way, if either side fails, how about the disciples enter the Divine Weapon Enchantment Realm an hour later?"

If you enter an hour late, the other party will arrange the killing game in advance, and it is very likely that your own disciples will be wiped out, but this is also an opportunity for the disciples of the Lingtai Sect to annihilate all the disciples of the Blood God Sect.

Because of Ouyang Changtian's guarantee, the Great Elder agreed: "Then it's a word." ”

After a short time, Ouyang Changtian and Yu Wenhua each set up the treasure casting utensils and prepared to refine the treasure.

Yu Wenhua and other Blood God Sect members looked like him, possessed by evil qi, covered with skin and bones, and he smiled and said, "Ouyang Changtian, how about forging the flying sword you are best at, and the one with the highest grade wins." ”

"It's okay!" Ouyang Changtian is good at forging swords, and Yu Wenhua is good at forging swords, which is related to the practice habits of both sects, but Ouyang Changtian doesn't understand, why did Yu Wenhua give up his strengths to compete with himself to forge swords? However, Ouyang Changtian still agreed.

The treasure casting duel officially began, and after an hour, Ouyang Changtian stood in place with a pale face: "How can it be ......?"

Yu Wenhua held the forged flying sword, and said with a smile: "If it is a forging sword, I am enough to build a spiritual weapon, you are no longer my opponent, what is impossible?"

Although Ouyang Changtian has refined a top-grade magic weapon, Yu Wenhua has also refined a high-grade magic weapon-level flying sword, since they are all high-grade, according to the rules of the industry, then compete with the treasure light and power of the magic weapon, Yu Wenhua's flying sword completely crushed Ouyang Changtian.

Hearing this, Ouyang Changtian's face was like bronzing, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, he was defeated by Zhang Ye before, and he sprayed blood once, but he was ashamed and brave, this time he had refined his forging skills and was ready to make a splash, but he never thought that he would be defeated by Yu Wenhua in the flying sword forging that he was best at......

"Changtian!" The Great Elder frowned, grabbed Ouyang Changtian, and immediately fed a pill, supplemented by aura to dissolve the medicinal power.

"Great Elder, Changtian has lost again......" Ouyang Changtian was like a gossamer, "I have no shame to face the sect again." ”

"Didn't you just lose a game, Changtian, cheer up!" Ouyang Changtiandao's heart was broken, his life was hanging by a thread, the Great Elder was startled, and he was stunned.

Ouyang Changtian shook his head and fell unconscious, this duel left him with only half a life left, even if he woke up later, I am afraid he would only be a waste.

"Haha, Lingtai Sect, that's just it!" The elders of the Blood God Sect were as comfortable as drinking a bowl of cold white in the summer, and the disciples of the Blood God Sect were also greatly encouraged, and they were so excited that they roared and screamed.

"Blood God Sect!" the Great Elder's eyes were blood-red, and he scolded angrily.

"When did the Lingtai Sect become unable to afford to lose?" the Blood God Sect elder sneered, "Remember, the Lingtai Sect entered the Divine Weapon Enchantment an hour late!"

The Great Elder's face was pale, if the disciples in the door entered an hour late, it would be extremely dangerous, but it was not the Great Elder's personality to play tricks, he immediately shouted: "Old Horseman, there is a kind of fight between you and me, how about betting for two hours?"

The Blood God Sect Elder's face froze, how dare he confront Li Rulong, shook his head and smiled: "You just don't think I'm planted, anyway, I won't fight you." ”

"If you want to face off, you will try to cast treasure with Yu Wenhua, you bet on one day and I have no problem, haha......"

The Elder of the Blood God Sect did not have the slightest awareness of the Primordial Ancestor, he was like a scoundrel, no matter how the Great Elder provoked, he would not move.

The Great Elder was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, but he suddenly thought of something and said, "Okay, then bet on Casting Treasure with Yu Culture!"

The Blood God Sect Elder was stunned, and then laughed: "Li Rulong, are you confused? I admit that you fight and break the bull, but Zhubao, you are not as good as Ouyang Changtian!"

As the so-called art industry has a specialization, the ancestor of the Yuan Infant may not be able to forge a high-grade magic weapon.

The disciples on the side of the Lingtai Sect were also surprised, the Great Elder really wanted to fight against Yu Wenhua to cast treasures?

"Just ask if you dare?" the Great Elder didn't explain, his eyes burning.

The Blood God Sect Elder hesitated for a moment and said with a smile: "Okay, since you want to be embarrassed, why don't I dare!" He paused, "Yu Wenhua, defeat the Great Elder, I will record your first-class merit!"

"The disciple received the order. Yu Wenhua's face was delighted, although the Great Elder of the Lingtai Sect was a master of Yuanying, but in the duel to cast treasures, Yu Wenhua was confident that he could beat everyone.

"Great Elder, please!" Yu Wenhua's eyes were empty.

"Who said I was going to fight you?" the Great Elder snorted coldly, and suddenly disappeared.

......

The blacksmith shop, because of Xiao En's presence, Zhang Ye will suspend business at noon and make a fire to cook.

In the backyard, Zhang Yezheng and Xiao En feasted, although he didn't have to eat everything, but eating with a beautiful girl was not interesting.

While eating, there was a thunder in the clear sky, and the blacksmith shop trembled, Xiao En was startled, and threw himself into Zhang Ye's arms, trembling.

Somehow, Xiao En was particularly afraid of thunder, Zhang Ye smiled and patted her on the back: "It's okay, Lei Gong is punishing the bad guys, Xiao En is so well-behaved, he won't be beaten." ”

Xiao En burst into tears and looked at the sky with fear: "No, Lei Gong likes to bully good people." ”

Zhang Ye is a little helpless, Xiao En always says something headless and brainless, it seems that this amnesia will not be better for a while.

After getting along these days, Zhang Ye likes this Xiao En a lot, of course, it is not the love between men and women, it is completely regarded as Xiao En as a sister, her liveliness and cuteness have brought a lot of laughter to the blacksmith shop.

Zhang Ye comforted for a while, and at this time, there was a knock at the back door: "Boss Zhang, it's me, I'm the Great Elder." ”

Great Elder, what are you doing at this time at the blacksmith shop? Zhang Ye got up, opened the back door, and was startled: "Great Elder, why do you have such a big bag on your head?

"Bao?" The Great Elder touched his forehead, it was swollen like a bun, he was very helpless, he saw the blacksmith shop closed before, and he wanted to fly directly into Zhang Ye's yard, but he never wanted to encounter the rebound of the formation, and hit a big bag.

"Being beaten? I don't know anything! This is called the gathering of three flowers, and if I practice two more, I will reach the peak!" The Great Elder put his hands behind his back and held his head high.

"Great Elder, then you have a nosebleed?" Zhang Ye was shocked.

The Great Elder wiped his nose, it was really bloody, and he paused: "I've been practicing recently, and I'm a little angry. ”

After stopping the bleeding, the Great Elder remembered what was going on and said, "Boss Zhang, the old man is here to ask for something important. ”