The person standing at the gate was stunned for a moment, and saw Wuhuan get out of the car and walked up with a slight smile.

"No Huan, long time no see!" There is no special meaning, just a simple greeting, just like before, Zhang Lingyun is really indifferent.

"You know?" said Su Xu, who obviously didn't know the situation between the two.

"We are classmates!" When Wu Huan chose to study in the first department of inscriptions in Canglan College, compared to him, Zhang Ling, an amateur, was the real inscription master, there were not many students in that class, but all of them were not low in inscriptions, Zhang Ling was the most amazing and brilliant among the students, and Wu Huan admired him the most in the study of inscriptions.

Zhang Ling is indifferent by nature and likes to travel around, since he left the academy, there has been no news of Zhang Ling since Wuhuan left, the interstellar is so vast that no one knows where he went, and it was not until today that Wuhuan met him.

"Are you the master's subordinate here?" Wuhuan said curiously.

"He's the master I mentioned to you!" Su Xuan explained.

Maybe Zhang Ling is not well-known in the outside world, but he is a popular figure in the circle of inscriptionists, and he is recognized by countless inscriptionists as the mainstay of the future inscription world.

"In other words, the forgeist I want to cooperate with is you!" Zhang Ling led everyone into the manor, the scenery of this valley is pleasant, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and there is a faint natural atmosphere, which is by no means a simple house decoration can do.

"Time flies, we made a lot of money together when we were in the academy!" said no smile.

"You're here to practice, I'm fighting for my own living expenses, okay!" Zhang Ling rolled his eyes rarely.

"Hahaha......" Wu Huan chuckled very easily, when he was in the academy in the past, he refined the spirit soldiers and sold them by Petain, at that time, as one of the few foundries who could engrave the inscriptions on the spirit soldiers, Wu Huan almost monopolized the inscription spirit soldier trade in the academy, and later as the realm deepened, his inscription attainments could not keep up, at that time he was looking for someone in his class, and happened to meet Zhang Ling who was carving inscriptions for people, and then the two hit it off and came together.

"I have prepared the inscriptions needed for Su Xuan's medicine tripod, so I will send you, a master who can cast, to come, you can ask me if you have any questions!" Zhang Ling was also entrusted by others, and he was ready according to Su Xuan's requirements, and all that was needed was a casting master.

"Hmm!" Wuhuan nodded.

The medicine tripod is different from the spirit soldier and there is not such a strict level gap, whether it is the pill or the medicine tripod, it corresponds to the four corresponding to the "true Xuantian spirit", which corresponds to the level of the heavens, thoroughly, self-only and self-only, and the medicine tripod does not require how high-level the material is, but how peculiar the material is, at present, the top medicine tripod in the interstellar world has not even reached the blue-level masterpiece in terms of the spirit soldier level, but no one dares to underestimate the magic of the medicine tripod.

Su Yu water and wood attributes, the collected materials are also based on these two categories, the inscription he commissioned Zhang Ling to engrave is also based on vitality, activity, softness, tolerance and other attributes, a good medicine tripod is tantamount to a spirit soldier in the hands of a cultivator for an alchemist, for this Su Yu is very concerned, otherwise he would not find Wu Huan to cast, he likes Wu Huan, a new casting master who can cast purple-level spirit soldiers.

At the level of Wu Huan, even if he has not refined a medicine tripod before, but after practicing a few times, he will master it, Su Xuan wants to refine the true level medicine tripod, whether it is a model or a real thing, Wuhuan has already completed, with his vast will, he will almost complete the refining of the tripod at a speed several times faster than that of a normal caster, and then reflect the inscription engraved by Zhang Ling into the tripod, as he has done before, outline the inscription with materials, activate, drip blood, and awaken the soul.

After completing the purple-level spirit soldier, Wu Huan's control of the casting refining was obviously higher, and the whole process was undisturbed but had an inexplicable sense of beauty.

After returning the favor for Su Huan, the two of them cleared up, but Wuhuan always felt that he had taken a big advantage, look at Aoki and their alchemy, not to mention that they had to retreat for a long time to recuperate, which made Wuhuan a little embarrassed, after refining the medicine tripod, Wuhuan gave Su Huan the heavenly and earthly treasures he picked from the depths of the unknown land as a compensation, and Su Huan also because of the huge loss of alchemy before, after recovering a little, he took Wuhuan to the Tiantu plane, and now that the medicine tripod has become he also said goodbye and left, and he needs to retreat for several years to recover from the previous loss, and Wuhuan stayed here to catch up with Zhang Ling。

Compared with the magnificent cultivation road without joy, Zhang Ling can be described as very bland, he does not like to fight, he has traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers to countless planes, watching the sea and realizing the twilight realm continues to improve the comprehension of the inscription is also more and more deep, until hundreds of years ago to this Tiantu plane, thousands of years of obscurity once shocked a thousand waves, and the exchange between the inscription master made Zhang Ling's name famous among the entire inscription division, here is not much else is the inscription master, the exchange between the various factions let Zhang Ling quickly transform the thousands of years of travel into his own realm。

Originally, Wuhuan was going to say goodbye, but it happened that the Inscription Guild had a grand event to be held recently, which was an exchange meeting jointly held by the Inscription Guild and the Casting Guild, and among all the guilds, the inscription and the casting guild were relatively closely related.

The inscription master and a caster joined forces to participate in the competition, and the competition prizes were very rich, if nothing else, the excellent casters in the casting guild would come, and it was rare for the inscription masters who have always been indifferent to have such a competition.

The inscription master and the caster really have nothing to do except work together to forge and refine the spirit soldiers, there has been this time to join forces and the early two are also partners, Wu Huan happily agreed, Zhang Ling was not going to participate in this competition, who told him that he didn't have a familiar caster, but the prize was moving!

Casting a work to participate in the competition, the highest evaluation is the champion, Wu Huan and Zhang Ling began to discuss the details of their works, Zhang Ling's inscription and Wu Huan is the means of casting, the two collided and sparked, but in the back two forgot about the competition and began to discuss the deeper combination of inscriptions and spiritual weapons.

When the assembly was approaching, he saw that there was still no movement in the depths of the manor, and when the servant went to remind him, he saw two embarrassed figures walking out, he had never seen Zhang Ling so embarrassed.

"Let's stop there, first verify whether this sample is really as expected, and collect some information!" Zhang Ling said, holding up a scroll in his hand.

"It's okay!" The embarrassed Wuhuan and Zhang Ling dispersed, and a few hours later, the refreshed two appeared at the gate of the manor, and the servants had already prepared a carriage to drive the two to the conference venue.

This exchange meeting was held in the Shanhe Sect, as a sect famous for cultivating battle inscription masters in the interstellar world, the Shanhe Sect and the Inscription Guild have a deep relationship.

This conference is just a grand event between the inscription master and the caster, and the other cultivators basically didn't participate much, the so-called competition rules are simple and a bit excessive, take their own works on the stage and let the masters evaluate one or two, and pass to the next stage of practical application, it can be said that the whole process is completely transparent.

Wuhuan may not know many inscription masters, but Zhang Ling is definitely a household name, constantly saying hello along the way, receiving the number plate and reporting the work and waiting for the result, and a group of inscription masters and casters who are waiting for the results are gathered together and don't talk about anything, that's strange.

The inscription masters present don't say that Wu Huan doesn't know any of them, and the casters are basically old monsters who have been cultivating for more than 10,000 years, and Wu Huan hasn't seen a few, but he was surrounded by a group of casters and inscription masters in the center, and Wu Huan knew him.

"He's here too!" Wuhuan wasn't surprised, he didn't come because he didn't come.

"What, do you know him?" Zhang Ling asked after following Wu Huan's gaze and seeing him.

"Yes, I'm quite familiar!" said Wu Huan with a smile.

"Zhang Ling!" A greeting came from a distance, a familiar figure and a familiar voice, and he also came.

"Hey, Wuhuan, you're here too!" the visitor exclaimed when he saw Wuhuan.

"Long time no see, no fate!" Wu Huan greeted.

"Long time no see!" "The person who came was Mu Feiming, the battle inscription master of the Bingfeng Squad, who left the team and returned to his family after breaking through the Puppet Emperor, if Wu Huan remembered correctly, the Mu family was a powerful family in the Tiantu plane.

"Hey, hey, Wuhuan, are you deliberately ignoring me!" At this time, an unhappy voice came from behind Mu Feiming, only to see Lu Mo looking unhappy, and the ink heart beside him was also there.

"You're here too!" Wu Huan had actually discovered Lu Mo and them a long time ago, unlike other cultivators, Lu Mo, who was born in instrument cultivation, didn't care much about the realm or anything.

Everyone hasn't seen each other for a long time, this exchange is a stage, a mature caster or inscription master has a connection behind him to help each other, especially the connection between the instrument cultivator and the inscription master is even closer, and Mu Feiming and Lu Mo have known each other as early as the Bingfeng Army.

"Tut-tut, it seems that our Hellmaster is very popular!" Lu Mo teased as he looked at the Hellmaster in the distance, who was surrounded in the center.

"Compared to you, he has been famous for more than 10,000 years, but you are unknown!" Wu Huan is very accustomed to hitting Lu Modao.

"Cut, I'll surprise you when I see Ye's work!" Lu Mo said with considerable confidence in his work.

"Hey, what about the girl, why didn't you see her?" asked Wuhuan as he looked left and right.

"It's a secret!" I saw Lu Mo smile mysteriously, and Mu Feiming Ink Heart also smiled and said nothing.

Evaluating whether a work is qualified, it is very simple, look at the inscription construction and refining means, in fact, this level is easy to say and easy to say that it is difficult to say, as long as it can reach the basic line, the organizer reports a number by everyone to take back their works to prepare for the next stage of the demonstration.

Not surprisingly, everyone's works passed, and seeing that a cylinder in Lu Mo's hand was transparent from front to back, Wuhuan didn't know what Lu Mo had done.