After the second round, everyone was still recovering for three days. Ling Feng and Shan Ziqi were sitting on the steps waiting for the crowd below to disperse. The disciples around them were whispering about the better candidates in this competition. Ling Feng was right
Shan Ziqi said: "You go back with Senior Feng first."
"And you?"
Shan Ziqi was a little confused, wondering what else Ling Feng had not done. At this time, a disciple from behind reminded: "Senior brother is going to help you find someone to repair your wrist guards."
After hearing his words, Shan Ziqi recalled it, looked at Ling Feng and said with a smile: "If you really can't find it, forget it."
"good."
Ling Feng nodded in agreement, then waved goodbye to Shan Ziqi, and then waited with the others for about ten minutes before walking down the stairs.
Ling Feng left the Zhenwu Arena all the way and walked alone on the street looking for the uncle that day. Because the street was near Shura Palace, it was not very difficult to find him. The only thing that worried Ling Feng was whether the uncle was still there.
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Although it was already late at night, the crowds on the streets were still dense, and the lanterns hanging on the buildings seemed to emit light that would never go out, illuminating the way forward for the warriors below.
Ling Feng was naturally very eye-catching when he walked among them. Passers-by all greeted him with a smile, and Ling Feng returned the greeting in return, showing his Shenzong style. Although he was one of the top geniuses in the entire continent, he was very approachable and made people feel good about him.
When Ling Feng returned to the street that day, he looked for the uncle's stall according to the appearance of the building. When he walked not far away, he looked over the shoulders of the crowd and saw the uncle with a smile on his face.
This made Ling Feng breathe a sigh of relief. Although Shan Ziqi didn't care very much, she would still be a little unhappy. The things she carefully selected were broken in one day, so she would make up for it if she could.
Ling Feng walked over. With his golden-white hair and robes, he stood out among the crowd. The uncle could see him from a distance. When Ling Feng walked to the stall, he asked with some restraint: "Master, are you here to repair?"
What about the wrist?"
His behavior was obviously not as relaxed as last time. It was not difficult for Ling Feng to judge that the other party must have known his identity, so he made such a change. He smiled and said: "Uncle is so smart."
Ling Feng's words immediately made the uncle's somewhat stiff face relax again: "No, it would be very troublesome if the things given by the girl are broken."
"Of course it is." Ling Feng nodded in agreement, then took out the wrist guard that was broken into two pieces and handed it to the uncle, and asked: "Can it be restored to its original appearance?"
The uncle didn't answer immediately. He took the wristband and looked at it carefully. Ling Feng was a little worried, because not only was the wristband broken into two pieces, but the carved dragon patterns were also missing. It might be very difficult for a mortal to repair it.
of.
After a long time, the uncle said: "Okay, I will go back and help you repair it right now, but you have to wait one night. How about I personally deliver it to the young master's house tomorrow morning?"
"Just one night?" Ling Feng was a little surprised, and suddenly curious about how the mortal blacksmith made tools, and said, "I'll go with you and help you."
"How does this make."
The uncle's face changed when he heard this, and he said with some fear, Ling Feng was a disciple of the Shen Sect, and the emperor of his mortal dynasty couldn't get into Ling Feng's divine eyes, so how could he attack him.
Ling Feng was naturally aware of his worries and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. Only with me by your side can you repair it as before, otherwise there will always be flaws."
"Alas! I can only help you, young master."
The uncle sighed and did not show off. As Ling Feng said, if he was allowed to exercise with ordinary fire alone, although the gap could be healed, some cracks would appear.
It would be completely different if there were warriors like Ling Feng to help.
Then the uncle immediately started to put away his things, put them all into a wooden box, and then walked in front to lead Ling Feng with both hands. A warrior saw him on the road and smiled and asked: "Senior Brother Ling Feng, Senior Sister scolded you.
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"Yeah, I broke the wrist guard."
Ling Feng also responded in a friendly manner, which made everyone laugh. The uncle who walked in front was so angry that he didn't dare to take a breath. Everyone who came and went was a warrior. He had seen many warriors running to the sect in the mortal world.
Mortal cities that are beyond the control of the gates are looting and misbehaving.
Soon, Ling Feng, led by his uncle, came all the way to the place where mortals live. The courtyard walls are all made of bluestone, which is not bad. The uncle walked to one of the gates, took out the wooden key and opened the wooden door, smiling.
: "This humble house is not as good as the prince's palace."
"The shrine is nothing more than dazzling things that make people upset. It's not as comfortable as you."
Ling Feng shook his head and then walked in and took a look. There was a stone table and stone chairs in the courtyard. There was also a chessboard carved on the stone table. Ling Feng could tell at a glance that the chessboard was made by an uncle.
The uncle took the wooden box and walked all the way to the door directly in front, opened the wooden door again, and the hot air that came out immediately drew Ling Feng's attention.
Ling Feng averted his gaze and followed his uncle into the blacksmithing room. The first thing he saw was the stove still burning in the middle. The red flames were burning brightly, illuminating the somewhat small room.
There are a dazzling array of ornaments hanging on the walls of the room, and there are also some swords, all of which are just uncarved molds. On the right side of the room is a table with many strange-looking knives on it, and there is a half-carved wood on the table.
Bracelet, the pattern is very beautiful.
The uncle on the side put down the wooden box and came to the stove. He wanted to burn the wristband red, but it took a long time. Lingfeng saw this and moved his hand, and the broken bracelet flew directly into his hand.
Then, under the uncle's surprised gaze, a ball of golden flame suddenly rose on Ling Feng's right hand. The moment the Burning World Golden Flame appeared, the flames of the furnace beside him weakened, and then his broken wrist was burned in just a few seconds.
It's fiery red, and even the excess impurities in it have been forced out.
The Lingfeng could have been directly connected together, but this wristband came from the uncle's hands, so it was natural for him to repair it, so he then placed the wristband on the iron pier next to the stove.
The uncle took a look and found that the wrist guard can be refined at will, and the original gaps have been re-refined and fused by Ling Feng, so there will be no gaps.
The uncle marveled in his heart, then quickly walked to the table, picked up a small bottle, uncorked the bottle, then picked up the red wristband with pliers, and poured the black viscous liquid in the bottle onto the broken opening.
Then he used two iron pliers to clamp the broken wristbands respectively, and approached cautiously. He moved very slowly, his hands were as hard as iron due to the force, and the firelight illuminated his face.
Ling Feng stood at the door, watching the uncle's wrist guards finally being connected together tightly. The uncle breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his forehead, turned around and smiled: "I'll smooth out the lines later and start again."
Just carve it in."
Looking at his smile, Ling Feng felt a little more respect in her heart. After nodding, she quietly watched the uncle prepare the tools. After the wrist guards were completely connected, he used a small hammer to carefully flatten the lines, and then clamped them with iron pliers.
Stay tuned.
Under his hands, even the scorching wrist guards became extremely well-behaved. After more than half an hour, the wrist guards returned to their original appearance, but they still exuded an overwhelming scorching heat.
At this time, Ling Feng's thoughts moved, and the water flowed through the wrist guard, and the wrist guard immediately dimmed. The uncle could proceed to the next step immediately without waiting.
He picked up the wristband and came to the table, and started carving with the tools on the table.
Dragon scales and five claws gradually appeared on his wrist, and the stiff iron block changed its appearance. He was very skilled, as if he had carved it countless times, but Ling Feng knew that nothing in his uncle's hand was the same.
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Just when Ling Feng was watching carefully, the uncle suddenly said with emotion: "Thanks to your Shen Sect guarding each domain, restricting the sect from attacking mortals, and forcing the monsters into the mountains, we can survive, and some of our descendants will become warriors.
hope."
"But there may be tens or even hundreds of millions of mortals who have died in the hands of warriors, and there is nothing we can do." Ling Feng was a little regretful. Many warriors could not bear the various things that happened during their training, so they would go to the mortal dynasty and act recklessly.
"After all, you are sitting on the Nine Heavens. Even if you have access to the heavens, you cannot clearly see the billions of grains of dust in this world."
The uncle had no idea of blaming Ling Feng for this. The most fundamental reason was that the mortals themselves were too weak and did not have the strength to protect themselves. He only hoped that future generations could enter the sect and get rid of the mortals.
The uncle continued: "And you don't know that the Shura Realm is the most desirable region for mortals. Under the constraints of the Shura Divine Sect, each sect and city prohibits large-scale battles, and it is even forbidden to control mortal dynasties for personal gain. Mortals can do it there.
Live well and won't be affected by warriors, but..."
"make life difficult for?"
Ling Feng accepted what he said. The Shura Domain is the most terrifying domain among the Thousand Sects. Because there are only a small number of warriors, it is even more dangerous than the Nether Domain. Not only are poisons everywhere, but there are also a large number of monsters, even Naxuan Tongxuan.
Anyone who is not careful will die on the way, let alone a mortal.
The uncle said while carving the wristband: "Yes, you are the only one who controls the Shura Domain, and there is no first-class sect. Unlike other places where it is difficult to unify, we don't know who to listen to. Today we will protect this sect."
Fee, I’ll give it to that one again tomorrow.”
After hearing his words, Ling Feng had some thoughts in his mind. Because there were very few people in the Shura Domain, the wasteland was full of monsters and beasts. Even the warriors were reluctant to show their sincerity. Therefore, people from other domains were unwilling or unable to come here. Therefore,
Caught in a cycle.
After the great changes in the world, not many people dared to dig or collect the countless Xuanyuan mineral veins and spiritual objects. After the establishment of the Shura Sect, although it took charge of the cities and sects in the entire domain and provided shelter to tens of millions of people, it has always been hidden in the world.
, the situation in the Shura Domain has not changed much.
Ling Feng asked: "Do many people really want to come?"
The uncle nodded, then he seemed to have thought of something, stopped the carving knife and looked at Ling Feng in surprise.
I saw Ling Feng saying: "When the Thousand Sects Competition is over, we will send people to the southeast of the Shura Domain to escort the mortals to the newly established city of the Shura Divine Sect, and call on the sects along the way to organize manpower to escort you all the way to the Shura Domain.
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After hearing Ling Feng's words, the uncle stayed for a long time and kept looking at Ling Feng. From the brief contact, the uncle knew that Ling Feng was not joking and said, "Do you need me to help you pass on the news?"
"Okay, just say it, and the sects in each domain will agree to transfer mortals and warriors."
Ling Feng nodded. Unlike the Shura Domain, such as the Xuan Kong Domain and the Yinlong Domain, which are overcrowded and fighting for training resources, if the Shura Sect is willing to speak up and accept mortals, they will help.
The uncle didn't expect that his casual talk could actually make Ling Feng make such a decision. He couldn't help but be very grateful. He stopped talking and focused entirely on the wrist guard under his hand. This was the only thing he could do to help Ling Feng.
Ling Feng also immediately told Huang Pu and other sect leaders his thoughts through the inner sect token, and then continued to read.