Zhang Ye tempered the sword embryo, and the flying sword gradually took shape, and it can be seen that it is a common Han sword style.

Seeing this scene, the monks shook their heads again and again, their eyes full of disappointment, and they exchanged with their divine thoughts: "The Han Sword is decent, but from the power it emits, there is no doubt that it is a low-grade magic weapon. ”

"It's a waste, it's a dignified gold, and it only ends up being a magic weapon, it's really a tyrannical thing!"

......

The monks' hearts were wrenching, and they felt that even a layman like themselves could use Yanhuang gold to refine a better magic weapon, and for a while, their eyes were full of resentment when they looked at Zhang Ye.

But Zhang Ye's tempering did not stop, not slowly, like a puppet man, mechanically wielding a hammer.

"It's still a fart, hurry back to the furnace and rebuild it, maybe you can save some Yanhuang Jin......" Some monks couldn't hold back anymore and opened their mouths to reprimand angrily.

"That's right, Boss Zhang, don't practice!"

The monks couldn't help it, and directly made a noise, Han Ling'er frowned, although she also found that the quality of the sword refined by Zhang Ye was average, but she promised to help Zhang Ye protect the law, the Feihong sword was suspended in the air, exuding Sen Sen's killing intent, Han Ling'er reprimanded: "Stop, don't disturb Zhang Ye's sword!"

The monks wanted to speak and stopped, and finally a few monks who felt that they had a good relationship with Han Ling'er stood up and said: "Senior Sister Han, you have a good relationship with Boss Zhang, persuade him, go back to the furnace and rebuild, and don't be ashamed......

"Yes, Yanhuang Gold can't be wasted like this!"

Han Ling'er's face was cold: "I said, don't disturb Zhang Ye Lian's sword, don't let me say it for the third time!"

Everyone was helpless, shaking their heads and sighing, the waste of Yanhuang Gold was even more uncomfortable than asking for their lives.

Zhang Ye turned a deaf ear to the monks' conversations, and only focused on refining the sword, and in a short time, the sword body was completed, three feet and three.

And at this moment, a throbbing seemed to spread out from the sword body like a heartbeat, and the hearts of everyone present moved in unison with this rhythm.

The monks, who had been sighing for a long time, were suddenly stunned, and looked at the Han sword that Zhang Ye was still forging in disbelief, as if they had been hit hard.

"Everyone, I don't know if I've looked away, how do I think this sword has the power of a medium-grade magic weapon?"

"Yes, this sword has entered the threshold of a medium-grade magic weapon, and Boss Zhang's forging technique really didn't disappoint me!"

"Lao Wang, you said you were extremely disappointed last second!"

A group of monks communicated with their divine thoughts, their faces were a little hot, they had previously despised Zhang Ye for only forging a low-grade magic weapon, and even asked Zhang Ye to stop refining the sword, but now the flying sword has become a medium-grade one, which is no less than giving them a slap in the face.

Han Ling'er was proud, Zhang Ye had never let her down.

"Although the medium-grade magic weapon is still sorry for the value of Yanhuang Jin, it is enough!"

"No, the power of this sword is still rising!"

The monks were suddenly stunned, and the momentum of the Han Sword rose sharply under Zhang Ye's tempering. Could it be that the grade of the flying sword is not only a medium-grade magic weapon?

The monks had learned from the past, and they no longer dared to jump to conclusions, holding their breath and staring at Zhang Ye with full attention.

However, at this moment, a ripple appeared in the blacksmith shop, and an old man appeared out of thin air, and everyone was slightly surprised, why did Elder Wu who was guarding Lingtai Town come? Could it be that he was attracted by Zhang Yelian's sword?

But before everyone came back to their senses, an old man in white clothes and a long beard, who looked even older, also appeared in the blacksmith shop out of thin air, everyone was dumbfounded, even Elder Wu was about to pay homage to the people who came, but the old man in white stretched out his hand, and an invisible force helped everyone up. The old man in white smiled, made a silent gesture to everyone, and then stared intently at Zhang Yelian's sword.

The monks didn't dare to make a sound, but Shen Nian exploded: "My God, I thought that Elder Wu would be very powerful when he was alarmed, but I didn't expect the Great Elder to come down in person, and he went crazy!"

"Could it be that Zhang Ye really wants to build a peerless divine weapon?"

Han Ling'er was surging with blood, you must know that the Great Elder is not an ordinary deacon elder, such as Elder Wu who guards Lingtai Town or Elder Ouyang of Duobao Palace, they belong to the rank of elder, and they can be held by Jindan cultivation generally, but the digital elders such as the Great Elder and the Second Elder are veteran-level figures, the actual managers of the sect, and their status is second only to the sect master.

In addition to their high status, their cultivation is also frighteningly high, and they are all ancestors who have practiced for thousands of years!

The Great Elder hasn't shown up for many years, and some people say that he is in the Death Pass, and he won't go out if he doesn't break through the Refining Void Realm, but Zhang Smelting the Sword actually let the Great Elder come down in person.

The pride in Han Ling'er's heart, you look down on Zhang Ye and think that he can't refine peerless divine weapons, but I didn't expect it, the great elders were all shocked by the flying sword he created!

Zhang Ye concentrated, did not notice the changes in the blacksmith shop, and continued to temper the flying sword, when the hilt of the sword was completed, the Han sword once again emitted a heartbeat-like throbbing, and all the monks were already stunned.

Immediately, the divine thoughts were intertwined into a web: "Ah, what did I see, a high-grade magic weapon?"

"I actually saw the birth of a high-grade magic weapon with my own eyes, and it was worth it for the old man to be blind!"

"Oh my god!"

"Lao Wang, your mother has died a long time ago......"

The monks were like nervous disorders, and the divine thoughts set off a hurricane, which whined in the blacksmith's shop, and the great elder also recovered from his surprise, and reached out to press it, and the hurricane dissipated.

Zhang Ye stopped tempering and looked at the basically formed flying sword, and now there was only one last process, quenching.

Quenching is the last link in the process of sword refining, and it is also the most fatal link, if you quench well, the quality of the flying sword will rise, and if you don't quench well, you may fall short.

The Great Elder looked at the quenching pool, and his brows furrowed suddenly. Because the five-colored divine liquid in the quenching pool was disguised by the system, in the eyes of the Great Elder, it was just a vat of ordinary water, and it was even a little turbid......

How can a high-grade magic weapon be quenched with such an inferior water source, the great elder saw that Zhang Ye was about to quench the flying sword that had been calcined again, and immediately spoke out to stop it: "Little friend, slow down." ”

Zhang Ye heard the voice, then he raised his head, there were many more people in the blacksmith shop, he frowned, who is this old man? Didn't you say not to make a sound when I am refining my sword?

Han Ling'er was afraid that Zhang Ye would say the wrong thing, so she hurriedly reminded: "Zhang Ye, this is the great elder of our Lingtai Sect. ”

Great Elder, Zhang Ye is displeased in his heart, you can interrupt my sword refining with your high status?

The Great Elder saw Zhang Ye's dissatisfaction, and hurriedly said: "The old man has no other meaning, but I see that your quenched water is a little unsatisfactory, I traveled all over the world in the early years, and I have harvested some rootless immortal water, so it is better to give it to Xiaoyou to quench the sword." ”

Rootless Immortal Water? It is not much worse than Yanhuang Gold, it contains abundant spiritual energy, if you take one drop, it can be worth several months of cultivation.

When the monks heard this, they were called envy in their eyes, the great elder gave such a good thing to an outsider, and if he gave it away, it would be forgotten, the key was not to let people take it, but to quench the flying sword......

The monks felt that their hearts were dripping blood, and then again, it was originally a very enjoyable thing to witness the birth of the peerless divine soldier, but why, did they feel very uncomfortable the whole time?

After the Great Elder finished speaking, he didn't wait for Zhang Ye to agree, and slowly flew a white jade vial towards Zhang Ye.

The rootless fairy water that everyone's eyes are hot, in Zhang Ye's heart, there is only one question, what kind of garbage is that?

Zhang Ye sneered, shook his head, didn't pick up the white jade vial that flew over at all, but felt that if he didn't quench it, the heat of the flying sword would pass, and he directly threw the flying sword into the quenching pool.

"!" The monks exclaimed, the great elder of the family kindly sent you a treasure like rootless immortal water to quench, even if you don't want to be favored, then it's okay to pretend to excuse yourself, without saying a word, just throw the sword of the high-grade magic weapon into the water of the stinky ditch, it's too what.

The monks couldn't find an adjective to describe this superb Boss Zhang, a dignified high-grade magic weapon, quenched in the water of the stinky ditch, and the success fell short!

The monks thumped their chests, and even the Great Elder was a little distressed, looking at the stinky water in the quenching pool, his heart was very uncomfortable.

The Great Elder sighed, although the high-grade magic weapon was very rare, but for a person of his level, he would not be unable to let go, flicked his sleeves, and prepared to return to the sect in disappointment and continue the retreat.

But at this moment, a familiar throbbing was emanating from the quenching pool, and everyone shivered, as if facing an ancient demonic beast, which made people tremble!

The sword in the quenching pool rose again, and the monks exclaimed, "Could it be that this is to promote the spiritual weapon?"

Because they have witnessed the promotion of the flying sword from the lower grade to the middle grade, and then from the middle grade to the upper grade, they will drill such a strange idea.

The Great Elder stopped his body, he had been cultivating for thousands of years, and Ben Gujing's heart became beating sharply at this moment, and his eyes were full of surprise, and even, a little panicked.

The Great Elder muttered, "This is impossible!"

"Great Elder, what is impossible?" the monks hurriedly asked.

But without waiting for the Great Elder to continue to explain, Zhang Ye reached out and took out the flying sword he had created, and the dazzling golden light made everyone can't help but close their eyes.

Except that the Great Elder could still look directly at this dazzling light, even Elder Wu's eyes were pierced with tears......

In the eyes of the Great Elder, there was only the appearance of that sword, and that sword, turned into a golden crow, was flapping its wings in Zhang Ye's hand, and the Great Elder's throat seemed to be choked, and he made a hoarse voice again: "How is this possible!"

The Great Elder's words, from impossible to impossible, show that the thing he guessed has become a fact.

But then, the Great Elder thought of something, and with a flick of his fingers, a ray of brilliance flew towards Zhang Ye's sword, and the golden light gradually dissipated.

Zhang Ye felt the change in the flying sword in his hand, and looked at him angrily, and the Great Elder said to Zhang Ye through his divine thoughts: "Little friend is angry, once the best magic weapon appears, it is too terrifying, and it is not a good thing for you, so I helped you hide its power." ”

Zhang Ye was stunned, and understood, the best magic weapon is in the world, I am afraid that the ancestor of the Yuan Infant will not be able to refuse such a temptation and kill people and seize treasures.

Zhang Ye figured out the key, hugged his fists to the Great Elder, and expressed his gratitude, otherwise, Zhang Ye's life would be really in danger.

At this time, the thunder was rolling in the sky, and the flying sword in Zhang Ye's hand seemed to be enraged, turned into a golden crow, flew out of the skylight, churned in the thunderclouds, and fought with heaven and earth.

The golden light and the thunder light were intertwined, and the monks barely opened their eyes, looking at this magnificent scene, as if on a pilgrimage.