The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

The man in the brocade robe with the highest cultivation level nodded slightly and then set his eyes on Matthew.

There was a subtle depth in his eyes.

After looking Matthew up and down, a faint smile appeared on the man's face.

He clasped his fists to Matthew elegantly and said in a calm tone: "I am Xiang Tianwen, and I meet Fellow Daoist Li."

After that, he walked lightly to Bian Chengren's position and sat down.

His movements revealed a calm temperament, as if everything was under his control.

"Fellow Daoist Xiang should be the one who can make the decision." Matthew said after politely bowing.

"There are three hall masters in the Demon Subduing Hall, and I am one of them. Fellow Daoist, you might as well tell me about it."

Xiang Wentian leaned back in his chair, his voice soft, as if he could make the decision.

"Still the same condition, find me a master of refining. I will attack the Black Evil Sect once." Matthew said lightly.

Xiang Wentian raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes stayed on Matthew for a moment.

He was naturally very clear about the strength of the Black Evil Sect, but looking at Matthew's appearance, it seemed that dealing with the Black Evil Sect was a very easy thing.

This made Xiang Wentian a little suspicious.

"Master of Refining, this hall does have one, and his skills are superb. He has successfully refined two replicas of Tongtian Lingbao." Xiang Wentian said slowly.

There was a hint of pride in his voice.

As he said that, he pointed to the unusually tall black-faced man.

The man was burly and exuded a strong aura, like an unshakable mountain.

When he came in, Matthew paid special attention to this person.

"Brother Sikong, you can talk to Fellow Daoist Li first." Xiang Wentian turned to the black-faced man and said softly.

His tone was soft, without a hint of command.

Xiang Wentian's words surprised Matthew a little. He didn't expect the other party to move so quickly and bring the weapon refiner here.

After hearing what Xiang Wentian said, the black-faced man nodded, took a step forward, and clasped his fists towards Ma Xiu and said, "I am Sikong Yan, meeting Fellow Daoist Li."

His voice was like a huge bell, and even though he did not raise his voice deliberately, it still echoed in the cave.

Ma Xiu looked at Sikong Yan in front of him with a calm look.

"Fellow Daoist Sikong, please sit down." Ma Xiu smiled slightly and motioned for him to sit down.

After Sikong Yan sat down, Ma Xiu immediately sent a voice message to him.

His request was very simple, that is, he wanted to repair his own life magic weapon.

The Hunyuan Black Toad Sword was seriously damaged, and he had no ability to repair it himself.

After thinking about it, he could only come to the Demon Subduing Hall to seek help.

"Repair the life magic weapon?" After hearing Ma Xiu's voice transmission, Sikong Yan frowned slightly, seeming a little surprised.

Seeing this, Matthew nodded and said, "That's right, my natal magic weapon is damaged and I can't repair it myself."

Sikong Yan was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Friend Li, your natal magic weapon is seriously damaged. I need to see the specific situation before deciding whether I can repair it."

Matthew nodded, summoned a shield to cover the two of them.

Then he took out the Hunyuan Black Toad Sword and handed it to Sikong Yan.

Sikong Yan took the flying sword and examined it carefully.

"Good sword!"

After just a few glances, Sikong Yan couldn't help but exclaimed.

Since he is a master of refining, he must have this kind of eyesight.

It can be seen that the materials used for Matthew's natal magic weapon are very rare.

However, his brows were furrowed and his face became solemn.

Obviously, the situation is not optimistic.

After a moment, Sikong Yan sighed, returned the Hunyuan Wuchan Sword to Matthew and said, "Friend Li, your life magic weapon is indeed seriously damaged. I need some time to find a way to repair it. However, I cannot guarantee success."

"In addition, it will take me some time to sort out the materials that are not needed to repair the magic weapon. If this hall has it, you only need to pay the spirit stone. If not, you need to find a way yourself."

Sikong Yan's words made Matthew's heart sink, but he did not show it on his face.

Putting away the Hunyuan Wuchan Sword, Matthew removed the shield.

The rest of the people all looked at the two with curious eyes.

"Give me a quarter of an hour." Sikong Yan said.

No one else had any objection to this.

After saying that, Sikong Yan took out a jade slip and put it on his forehead.

Everyone in the Demon Subduing Hall knew that this was Sikong Yan's habit. When he took out the jade slip.

Xiang Wentian also released a shield to cover Sikong Yan, so that he could handle things in peace.

Xiang Wentian was talking to Ma Xiu in a disjointed way.

All he got was about where Ma Xiu had practiced before and who his master was.

Ma Xiu used his identity as a casual cultivator to fool all these questions.

He was a casual cultivator, so how could he have a master.

As for the place of practice, he wandered around and had no fixed place at all.

"This is..."

When Ma Xiu took out the Hunyuan Black Toad Sword and showed it to Xiang Wentian, the other party showed a look of surprise on his face.

Xiang Wentian was not surprised by the flying sword itself, but the finger-sized hole on the flying sword.

"You have fought with the people of the Black Evil Sect!" Xiang Wentian asked after taking a deep breath.