After a few breaths, Han Ling'er appeared in the blacksmith shop with a fragrant breeze: "Zhang Ye, are you looking for me?"

Han Ling'er had red lips and white teeth, she was still so fairy-like, she should be in a good mood, and looked at Zhang Ye with a smile.

Zhang Ye didn't say anything, pointed to the sign at the door, Han Ling'er looked at it, and said happily: "Can you refine the flying sword?" But then, she glanced at the charging price, Rao is the daughter of Jindan's power, and couldn't help but shudder, "So expensive?"

Thinking that you get what you pay for, there must be a reason why Zhang Ye is expensive, Han Ling'er asked, "Zhang Ye, what kind of effect can your flying sword refining achieve?"

Zhang Ye thought about it, and didn't directly answer that he could upgrade the product, but said lightly: "Just try it." ”

Han Ling'er hesitated a little, although she could barely take out the price of ten medium-grade spirit stones, but ordinary refining could only increase the power of the magic weapon by three percent at most, so the cost performance was too low. Moreover, ten medium-grade spirit stones may be able to find entry-level medium-grade magic weapons.

But the refining of the Feihong Sword was not simply to enhance its power, but to completely repair its congenital defects, and thinking about it, Han Ling'er felt that it was worth spending more money.

Han Ling'er made up her mind, and immediately groped it out on her body, and after a while, she was a little embarrassed, she came in a hurry, there were only eight medium-grade spirit stones on her body, she looked at Zhang Ye with a red face: "That, Zhang Ye, can you give me a little discount?"

The relationship between Zhang Ye and Han Ling'er has always been good, and he also wants to give a little discount, but the system regulations are dead, Zhang Ye shook his head helplessly, and pointed to the sign outside, which read: "The bargaining wood has a small hook." ”

Zhang Ye regretted it a little as soon as he finished pointing out,, if it's a big man joking like this, forget it, Han Ling'er is a girl!

When Han Ling'er saw this, her face turned red and swollen, and finally she glanced at Zhang Ye and muttered in a low voice: "Stinky Zhang Ye, iron rooster." ”

Zhang Ye is also a cultivator now, he is deaf and clear-sighted, so he naturally heard Han Ling'er's complaints, he was a little unreasonable, and smiled awkwardly.

Immediately, Han Ling'er thought of something, took out a piece of yellow paper and said, "Zhang Ye, this talisman seal contains the full force of the Jindan monk's blow, and it is worth almost two medium-grade spirit stones, can you accept it?"

Han Ling'er seemed to have no choice, and took out all this life-saving thing, Zhang Ye thought about it, and asked the system: "Can I use items to offset the price?"

"It is permissible for a customer to pay for an item of equal value. The system replied formulaically.

Zhang Ye's heart was relieved, but the expression on his face was as if he had suffered a big loss: "Okay, Fairy Han, Zhang will make an exception for your friend." ”

Zhang Ye sighed for a long time and put the talismans and eight medium-grade spirit stones in his pocket, in fact, he was happy in his heart, and he contained the talisman seal with the power of Jindan, who would dare to bully Lao Tzu in the future?

Han Ling'er looked hateful, and in her heart, she complained fiercely about Zhang Ye, who was cheap and obedient.

Zhang Ye took the Feihong Sword and looked at it carefully, this was his first business when he first opened the blacksmith shop, there were some memories, but more importantly, with the help of the system to analyze the refining direction of the flying sword.

Refining, as the name suggests, is to temper the original material of the flying sword, and in this process, new materials will be added if necessary to improve the overall performance of the flying sword.

The system gave a refining plan, Zhang Ye thought for a while, thinking that the Feihong Sword had a different meaning for Han Ling'er, and asked: "Fairy Han, I will add a new material to balance the defects of the goblins in the flying sword, but it will not change the original structure of the flying sword, if you agree, I will start refining." ”

Since she didn't change the original structure, Han Ling'er didn't have anything to say, but she just slandered Zhang Ye, an iron rooster, who didn't pull out a dime, and the materials added must also be bought from the stalls, but she believed that Zhang Ye's craftsmanship could turn decay into magic, so she nodded and acquiesced.

After getting permission, Zhang Ye walked into the backstage and put the flying sword into the furnace of the three-flavor true fire, the fire swelled, wrapped the flying sword tightly, and in the blink of an eye, the flying sword became red and bright.

And Zhang Ye, a piece of white glowing metal the size of a thumb appeared out of thin air in his hand, Zhang Ye's expression was a little weird, but he still threw the white metal into the furnace.

After a short time, the Feihong Sword and the white metal were smelted to the fire, clamped out with pliers, and placed on the anvil, Zhang Ye picked up the sledgehammer and smashed it down.

Integrating a new material into the flying sword, and not being able to change the original structure of the flying sword, requires extremely high forging skills, and Zhang Ye's skills come from the system, which is naturally enough to deal with.

Every time the hammer goes down, sparks and arcs are intertwined, like brilliant fireworks, Rao is Han Linger has already seen Zhang Ye striking iron, but he is still deeply attracted by this scene. Han Ling'er also pondered why Zhang Ye's iron was so good-looking, so much so that he even went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to check the classics.

It is recorded in the book that when a person does anything, he is actually cultivating, but if he does one thing to the extreme, it is the Tao. For this reason, the book also includes a legend, according to legend, many years ago, there was a great Confucian, who had been studying for 80 years, once enlightened, and ascended.

Han Ling'er believes that the reason why Zhang Ye never gets tired of striking iron is because his forging skills have reached the extreme and touched the threshold of the Dao, maybe one day, he will be able to soar like the legendary Great Confucian.

Thinking about the record in the book, Han Ling'er suddenly noticed that Zhang Ye's cultivation had reached the middle stage of qi refining, and he remembered that he was still a mortal when he first saw him? This surprised Han Ling'er at the same time, but also became more convinced of the speculation of iron-striking practice, as the so-called three thousand avenues, different paths lead to the same end, Han Ling'er's observation of Zhang Ye who was striking iron, maybe it could also help his enlightenment cultivation.

Zhang Ye's tempered flying sword, because of a few days of iron, his muscle contours gradually became clear, under the reflection of the firelight, he was particularly manly, looking at it, Han Ling'er's face turned red, and she hurriedly looked away, she didn't understand why her heartbeat suddenly accelerated?

With this thought, Han Linger plucked up her courage and watched Zhang Ye strike the iron with watery eyes, and several times she couldn't help the throbbing in her heart and wanted to divert her attention, but Han Linger clenched her fists and cheered herself up, this is the way, if you don't look at it a few times, you will lose a lot.

Zhang Ye was already in the final tempering, and when he was striking iron, he never thought about anything else, and of course he didn't notice Han Ling'er's gaze.

Zhang Ye perfectly fused the white metal into the Feihong Sword, because the original impurities of the Flying Sword were tempered, so the total weight and shape did not change in any way, which was Zhang Ye's promise.

Calcined again, quenched and took the sword, the treasure light burst out, and the small flying sword exuded a momentum that cut through the sky.

Han Ling'er was stunned by this momentum, as if she was facing a fierce beast, which made her dare not move for a while, and she didn't even dare to gasp for breath.

"Refined. Zhang Ye played with the Feihong Sword, walked to the front desk, and handed it to Han Ling'er.

Starting with the Feihong Sword, Han Ling'er came back to her senses from the previous might, and a familiar and unfamiliar feeling lingered in her heart, she carefully looked at the Feihong Sword that had accompanied her for many years, to find out where the strange feeling came from.

Suddenly, Han Ling'er was stunned, and the cherry mouth gradually took on a round shape, because the Feihong Sword at the level of a low-grade magic weapon was actually promoted to a medium-grade magic weapon!

There is an insurmountable gap between the middle-grade magic weapon and the low-grade magic weapon, even if refining can improve the power of the magic weapon, it is impossible to improve the grade of the magic weapon!

This is beyond Han Ling'er's cognition, regardless of the image of the Feihong Sword, and even did not hesitate to use spiritual power to check the reason for the Feihong Sword's upgrade inch by inch.

Zhang Ye gave Han Ling'er too much shock, she was already numb, and she thought that she would not be surprised when the sky fell, but when she checked out the extra material from the flying sword, she froze and felt that her soul had ascended to the sky.

And the Feihong Sword in Han Linger's hand didn't hold it steady, and it fell to the ground with a bang, making a buzzing sound, this buzzing sound, how could it not be that Han Linger was buzzing in his mind?

Zhang Ye smiled and said nothing, didn't he just go up a grade, as for the shock like this, he leaned over and picked up the flying sword, and said, "Fairy Han, your sword has fallen." ”

Han Ling'er came back to her senses at this time, and when she realized her gaffe, her pretty face turned red, but then, she didn't pay attention to the flying sword, but stared at Zhang Ye directly: "Zhang Ye, you tell me that the kind of material added to the flying sword is not Tianjing!"

Zhang Ye thought that when he received the Tianjing from the system before, he was also stunned for a long time, just because the system introduced that the Tianjing was the crystallization of the dust in the universe, which was refined and condensed by the Heavenly Dao. Because it contains the breath of heaven, even if it is the size of the thumb, it is priceless!

Zhang Ye hesitated for a moment, but still replied truthfully: "Well, it's Tianjing." ”

Han Ling'er completely collapsed, she was still slandering Zhang Ye, a hairless iron rooster, she would definitely not add any good materials, but she didn't expect that Zhang Ye not only added good materials, but also the top kind of good materials in the world, the kind of materials that ten medium-grade spirit stones could not buy!

Half an hour ago, Han Linger felt that the fee was expensive, but now she thinks that it is too cheap, and it is completely Zhang Ye who is pasting it upside down.

But this is not the key, Zhang Ye used Tianjing to refine it into a flying sword with a low-grade magic weapon, this is a tyrannical thing!

"Zhang Ye, do you know that you will be beaten if you do this?" Although Han Ling'er loved the Feihong Sword, she felt even more shameful to waste it.

Looking at Han Ling'er's angry appearance, Zhang Ye was happy in his heart, and deliberately took out the talisman seal that Han Ling'er handed him before: "Fight? ”