The forgers were immediately devastated by the group.

Why is the person in charge of the matter confused today?! Playing with that one?

The words in charge made Ye Qingtang's eyes roll slightly, the ultimate purpose of her coming to Xuanling Sect was to enter the secret realm and obtain Xuantian Water.

Among the inner gates, only the top group of disciples are qualified to enter the secret realm, and the selection of those disciples, in addition to relying on their own strength, also needs to be nominated by the elders of the inner gate.

Ye Qingtang didn't have any contact with the elders of the inner gate, if she really wanted to enter the secret realm, she would have to be nominated by an elder of the inner gate.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingtang was naturally happy to have such an opportunity to contact Elder Mo.

Immediately, Ye Qingtang said:

"The disciple is willing to give it a try."

The old man smiled with satisfaction, and then glanced at Elder Mo on the side.

Elder Mo could see that the old man and the person in charge were quite optimistic about Ye Qingtang, and the two sang and harmonized, obviously wanting to arch themselves to accept this girl.

Elder Mo still had doubts about Ye Qingtang's forging ability, and he was silent for a moment before handing the brocade box in his hand, which was more than one meter long, to Ye Qingtang.

"This is the Ling Tian Sword, which was broken in the early years."

Ling Tianjian?

Ye Qingtang raised his eyebrows slightly, took the brocade box, opened it, and sure enough, he saw a broken sword at the waist, lying quietly in the brocade box.

It is not difficult to repair the broken sword, but the sword body of this Ling Tian Sword is as straight and flat as an ordinary sword, and it is not easy to repair it, otherwise Elder Mo would not have delayed it for so long, and he could not repair it, and he had to entrust the Sword Spirit Workshop to build a remnant ice sword.

"Can you fix it?" The old man on the side glanced at the Ling Tian Sword, and then asked Ye Qingtang.

Ye Qingtang smiled slightly: "There should be no problem." ”

As soon as Ye Qingtang said this, the forgers on the side immediately showed a disapproving expression on their faces.

This girl's words are inevitably too big, right?

That Ling Tian Sword, Elder Mo had already taken it several times, but even the person in charge of them was not sure to repair this sword perfectly, this teenage yellow-haired girl, how dare she have such a big breath, saying that there is no problem?

I'm afraid, seeing that this sword is Elder Mo, that's why he rushed to the stammer, right?

Such a person who is eager for quick success really dislikes them.

Elder Mo was also a little suspicious of Ye Qingtang's firm response, but he didn't show it, just waiting for Ye Qingtang's next move.

Ye Qingtang was not verbose, but put the sword box on the forging lift, now in the Sword Spirit Workshop, there are many materials, she naturally makes the best use of it, anyway, this sword is Elder Mo's, when she squandered the materials of her Sword Spirit Workshop, it was called a pride, and there was no softness at all.

A group of forging masters, seeing Ye Qingtang bring a lot of materials, immediately burst out of their anxious eyes.

What the hell is this girl doing? If she's not proficient in forging, don't mess around!

The forging masters beat their chests and couldn't wait to go up to stop Ye Qingtang's nonsense, but the one in charge was standing aside with the old man, watching intently, and the forging masters could only endure and not speak.

One by one, they were in charge today, and they had a disciple who knew a little bit about it messing around here.

Ye Qingtang completely ignored the knife-tip gazes of those forgers, directly melted the material, raised the hammer and struck it with a clang.