"Speaking of repair..." Shen Nanfeng thought thoughtfully: "There is a ground-level caster in Xidu. Maybe he will know how to repair it!"

"Forger?" Liu Mang became interested and asked: "What is that? What is the level of an earth-level caster?"

"The Forger is a profession that has been passed down from ancient times to the present. Only warriors who master the wood attribute can do it. Therefore, from ancient times to today, most of them are inherited by the Eastern Region's generation of wind cultivators." Jiang Poxiao said: "The Forger is divided into For the three realms of heaven, earth, and man, with the Heavenly Master as the strongest, most casters will never reach the earth level in their lifetime. Those who can reach the earth level have a status equivalent to that of a high-level fighting saint."

Liu Mang stood up and said, "Okay, let's go meet the caster!"

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Molten was poured into the groove, and the blade turned red as it was struck over and over again.

Yuanfang has been making weapons for one hundred and thirty-four years. No matter how many times he makes each sword, he will make every sword with great care. A master who makes weapons should return to his original nature.

When the sword was completed, he held his breath and plunged the sword blade into a blue solution. He only heard a low cry, and the sword blade absorbed all the liquid and turned into a sword radiating blue light.

"The quality is..." Yuan Fang stared at the blade and sighed: "Only 70%."

Outside the door, there were three people standing at some point. Yuan Fang put down his sword and saluted them: "City Lord, Cult Leader, and..."

"Just call me Liu Mang." Liu Mang approached and picked up the sword blade with his bare hands.

Yuan Fang said anxiously: "Don't... this is very hot..."

But the next moment, he was stunned. He saw Liu Mang holding the blade of the sword in his hand. The blade was clearly smoking, but it could not hurt Liu Mang at all. Yuan Fang said in shock: "So it's A fire cultivator."

"Fire Sage." Liu Mang added: "You still have the element of fire in your body. In fact, the caster needs to practice both fire and wind in order to control the refining of magical weapons, right?"

"That's right, since ancient times, casters have been warriors practicing both wind and fire!" Yuan Fang said.

"Very good, there are a batch of magical artifacts here. See if you can repair them." Liu Mang poured out a dozen rusty magical artifacts from the Lingbao ring like tatters. These magical artifacts can no longer be found. There is no trace of internal energy.

"This is..." Yuan Fang's eyes widened and he noticed the pattern on it: "The symbol of the chaotic period. I'm afraid this is something you brought out from the Phantom Forest, right?"

Liu Mang nodded and signaled him to start repairing.

However, Yuan Fang shook his head: "Only top-level heavenly masters can repair such immortal weapons. Earth-level weapon casters can only repair holy-level magic weapons. If you go higher up, it will be even more difficult.

"I see..." Liu Mang put away these immortal weapons again and said, "It is reasonable to say that they cannot be repaired. I will not force it on you, but I hope you can teach me some techniques of casting weapons."

"The art of casting..." Shen Nanfeng and Jiang Lixiao had different expressions.

Yuan Fangdao: "Actually, the art of casting weapons has been gradually lost since a hundred years ago, because there are too few warriors with dual attributes in the world, and there are also very few people among them who can understand the art of casting weapons. Very few."

He looked at Liu Mang and shook his head: "You may be suitable for fighting, but you are not suitable for patiently refining weapons."

Liu Mang couldn't help but feel a little regretful that he couldn't learn this technique. He finally had to bid farewell to this place. He had obtained the Heart Sutra of Wind Control. In order to make a breakthrough, he might have to find a remote place to retreat and learn the secret technique in the fifth-order crystal core.< /p>

"Brother Liu, are you leaving now?" Jiang Poxiao was a little reluctant to leave.

"My daughter is still young. If her friend changes her mind, she can still come back." Shen Nanfeng did not give up.

Liu Mang waved to the two of them and walked away.

However, a petite figure appeared on Liu Mang's way back. She was wrapped in dark green gauze and had a graceful figure. She turned around. Liu Mang smiled and said: "Princess Xin'er, you are well."

"I'll walk with you for a while." She said, her eyes just staring at Liu Mang. There was no resentment in her, but only helplessness.

"If you have a beautiful woman to say goodbye to, why not do it, but you must not be murderous again." Liu Mang walked forward with a smile, and Xin'er really didn't have any weapons on her body.

As Xidu goes south, there will be more and more oases. If Liu Mang heads in this direction, he will soon reach Zhongzhou.

Shen Xin'er took a deep breath and said, "My father came to me personally and said that he hoped I could marry you. What do you think?"

"I know his plan, but if I marry you, you will definitely not agree to it, and I am not happy with it. There is no room for others to intervene in a consensual matter." He analyzed calmly, but in fact, he just didn't want to have any more dealings with the little princess. Keep struggling.

Shen Xin'er was the one who found the trouble in the beginning. If she could be more rational, she would have less trouble.

Shen Xin'er said: "No...if you agree, I will agree. This is my father's wish, and I will not disobey him."

Liu Mang looked at Shen Xin'er with some surprise. There seemed to be something extra and something missing in her body.

Shen Xin'er smiled slightly: "Haven't you noticed that your fire has taken away some of my emotions? Now I am calm and nothing can shake my Taoist heart."

"You..." Liu Mang was a little surprised: "You are about to reach the middle level of Wind Sage."

Shen Xin'er nodded: "I will go to the Tianshui Sect to settle the score then."

Liu Mang shook his head: "Your master is ready to make peace with them, and you don't need a girl like you to disrupt the situation."

"The Tianshui faction is determined to be evil. If Ruoyu personally killed three of my friends, I will not sit idly by and watch." Shen Xin'er said, "Liu Mang, if you had rescued me then, we would have become very good friends."

"Or a couple, but I'm not that kind of person." Liu Mang said with a smile: "I didn't save Ruoyu, I just wanted to see Ayan, have you forgotten?"

"Whether I have forgotten it or not, as soon as you leave here, I will pretend I have never seen you before."

Liu Mang nodded. This open-mindedness is indeed proof of Shen Xin'er's growth.

"By the way..." Shen Xin'er hesitated and asked: "Someone told me that you took me to my house to propose marriage. Is this true or false? Do you really want to marry me?"

"Fake." Liu Mang replied without hesitation: "I exchanged you for the Shen family's Heart Sutra of Wind Control. Your father is eager to marry you off."

"So that's it..." Shen Xin'er smiled bitterly.

Of course Liu Mang could tell what the little girl was thinking, so he didn't say it clearly. Instead, he patted her on the shoulder and drew a few imaginary patterns in the air.
Chapter completed!