Liu Canyan is definitely a special being within the Tianji Academy and even the Human Emperor's Palace. In short, so far, Feng Hao has not seen anyone who can deal with this name indifferently.
Just like the foundry master in front of me, he is still like this.
"You bastard, why did you let that woman be the tutor this time? I'll go argue with the old guy later."
When Haotian heard this, his anger surged and he cursed in his mouth.
"Well……"
Feng Hao looked at him speechlessly.
The old guy he was talking about, if Feng Hao guessed correctly, might be... the dean of Tianjiyuan.
After all, the only people who can decide the direction of the mentor are the deans of each academy or the head of the Imperial Palace.
In other words, the foundry master in front of him dared not even give face to the dean of Tianjiyuan, but he did not dare to go to Liu Canyan to trouble him.
It can be seen that this person left a deep impression on Haotian's heart.
She is definitely an existence that has never been seen before or since.
Feng Hao's heart twitched, and he really wanted to know what shocking thing Liu Canyan had done in the Holy Sky Academy.
"well……"
Looking at Feng Hao, Haotian couldn't help but sigh again.
Thinking that such a jade would be destroyed by that woman, he felt unwilling and twitching in his heart. However, when he thought of the woman's methods, he did not dare to compete with her for Feng Hao.
Maybe, it's not impossible that the woman destroyed her nest in a rage.
"Master, I'm ashamed."
Feng Hao also felt very guilty and said apologetically.
"It doesn't matter."
Haotian waved his hands, his heart filled with disappointment.
After finally seeing a nearly perfect young man, he was snatched away by that woman. You can imagine how he felt at this time.
However, he also knew that it was absolutely impossible to spit out the truth after entering the woman's hands, so he did not force Feng Hao to agree to him.
"Master... I wonder if I can forge a weapon for the boy."
Feng Hao hesitated for a long time before asking.
This is the real grandmaster in front of him. If the scarlet marrow gold can be used to cast him a holy weapon, there will be no problem at all.
"Forged weapons."
Haotian looked at him strangely, and then a thought came to his mind, and he asked casually, "Feng Boy, do you know what kind of weapon is the best."
"this……"
Feng Hao originally wanted to say 'sacred weapon', but then he thought that this seemed inappropriate, so he asked humbly, "I hope the master can give me some advice."
"Of course a person's weapons are best if they are made by himself."
Haotian said categorically, with a serious look on his face, and an arrogant aura spread from his body.
At this moment, he seemed so aloof.
In the art of casting, he no longer has much room for improvement. It can be said that if his realm was not insufficient at this time, he would even be confident that he could cast an imperial weapon.
"Made by myself."
Feng Hao still had little knowledge and was confused.
"In this world, which god or emperor uses weapons made by others."
Haotian raised his voice and said loudly.
Nowadays, most people put the art of casting aside and focus on cultivating their realm with all their strength. There are only a few who can pay attention to the art of casting.
After all, there is no such thing as a great emperor in this world, and everyone is focused on attacking the imperial realm, so there is no time to practice the art of casting.
At this moment, his words hit Feng Hao's mind like a heavy hammer. Suddenly, Feng Hao looked stunned and was speechless for a long time.
Indeed, among the legendary emperors in this world, whose weapons were forged by others.
No.
How could the emperor cast his own imperial weapons if he had not learned the art of forging well?
Therefore, in fact, for a strong man, the art of casting is also necessary, otherwise, he will not be able to cast a weapon that truly belongs to him in the future.
If Haotian didn't remind him of these things, Feng Hao would never think about them.
After all, this was still too far away for him, and all his thoughts at this time were focused on the realm of cultivation.
"For a truly strong man, weapons must be forged by himself. Only after going through a long process of growth can he become a truly godless soldier... You have to know that in fact, weapons are also alive. It is like a A baby that is just born and doesn’t understand anything, you have to supervise its growth step by step so that it can truly grow up.”
Haotian glanced at Feng Hao and said slowly, "Don't think that the art of casting is not important. I believe you have seen it. In fact, the most important thing in practicing the art of casting is the control of one's own strength. ...So, don’t underestimate casting."
With his hands behind his back, he stood there like a steel-like giant, like a majestic mountain, majestic and vast, crushing everything.
"Um."
Feng Hao nodded, and the giant figure under the waterfall once again appeared in his mind.
It is so thrilling, every hammer blow is like opening up the world. The control of such power is absolutely terrifying. I believe it will be absolutely earth-shattering when it explodes.
At this moment, a beautiful image suddenly flashed through Feng Hao's mind.
Liu Canyan.
In the Shengwutang room, her control of power reached an extremely terrifying level. Feng Hao believed that she had never used power above the holy level. She was just one person of the same level, and she could defeat a group of so-called peerless geniuses like herself. , all of them were easily brought down, and the tyrannical look made Feng Hao unable to forget.
Moreover, which famous casting master in this world is weak?
Just like the huge figure in front of him, what he holds in his hands is not only the art of casting, but also his own strength, which can definitely make the world laugh.
Although Feng Hao could not detect Haotian's true strength at this time, this kind of momentum and pressure made him know that Haotian was no less than those mentors who appeared at that time, and even higher than them.
"So, if you need weapons, I suggest you make them yourself..."
A faint arc flashed across the corner of Haotian's mouth, and he pretended to be casual.
"this……"
At this moment, Feng Hao would be stupid if he didn't understand.
Haotian's words undoubtedly made him understand the importance of the art of casting, and they also showed that those who practice the art of casting are not weak and will not delay their practice.
"call……"
Feng Hao took a deep breath, then looked at Haotian seriously, and said sincerely, "Master Haotian, from the bottom of my heart, I hope to become your disciple, and I also hope that you can tell me about my casting skills..."
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