After watching for a long time, Zhang Shuo understood based on his memories of his previous life that the reason why the mage chanted spells and activated magic was not a spell. The key was to use the elements he absorbed and the elements between heaven and earth to achieve a convergence spell that was a bridge! Just like a meteorite falling from the sky, it was to resonate with the original elements and the earth elements floating above to form a huge meteorite, and it was just using mental power to control it!

Of course, there are cases like Zhang Shuo, and there is no need for spells, but you can only use low-level magic at a high level! This is the case with Zhang Shuo! According to the level conversion, Zhang Shuo is better than building the top-level origin array and jumps directly to the level of a level 4 mage.

The level of magicians is divided into nine levels, one to three levels are apprentices, four to six is ​​mages, seven to nine is great mages, and Zhang Shuo is not known to have anything else written in the book.

The book in Zhang Shuo's hand is a level five magician, but he is one level higher than Zhang Shuo now, and he doesn't know much.

After reading the magic book, I had nothing to read, so I took out the other books to look at it.

Inscriptions and potions are indispensable professions for magicians. Of course, there are other professions, but they are far behind these two.

Zhang Shuo said the inscriptions in his hand. When he opened the first few, he was talking nonsense. He was not much different from the ancient books in his previous life. He was just remembering and remembering, nothing new!

Inscriptions are engraved on objects in the form of runes, and the penetration of patterns facilitates the equipment of mages or warriors. Inscriptions, also known as magic weapons, are divided into two original inscriptions, driven by magic stones or magic crystals, which can also be controlled by ordinary people. The magic weapon itself does not provide magic stones or magic crystal equipment holes, saving more space to engrave inscriptions to achieve the best effect, and special equipment for magicians.

Damn!!! Isn’t this just carving lines on weapons? It’s that simple, I can do it! After all, I’m from carving. This profession is tailor-made for me, so I’ll learn from you first!

After reading this thing, I realized that it was directly related to carving. Inscriptions finally came from the combination of formations, carvings, and the only difference is that they are more refined and there is nothing difficult.

However, before starting the carving, you have to prepare some tools. Inscriptions without inscriptions are all nonsense.

Wubi Zhang Shuo frowned and said to himself: Alas! The inscription is not an ordinary pen. If you want to get a pen, it is impossible to say whether it is expensive or not. If you don’t want to say whether it is expensive or not, you can’t sell it in this wasteland. It seems that you still have to do it yourself.

I thought about it and did it, clean up the broken copper and iron in the corner of the wall and threw it on the ground!

Look, what are the things! The broken sword of the bad shield, forget it and make it back! Fortunately, I, Zhang Shuo, are different from other magicians, have spells. They come with the only purpose. Mine can exist for a long time. Look at the fireballs that are still burning in the air, and Zhang Shuo is satisfied.

Due to the origin array, Zhang Shuo's current mental power can emerge from his body and help him complete many things, such as now he needs a stove to smelify iron.

The fireball changes to form a burning flame of heroes. The mental power controls the scrap iron to float and fall into the flame. The impact force of the flame can just set off the scrap iron and will not fall off.

The flame after the fireball changes is not the kind of fire that is not as hot as the player's home. After the change, the flame melts the scrap iron very quickly.

The scrap iron begins to turn red as soon as it falls on it, and starts to melt from the edges. The reddish iron is wrapped in the flame and continues to calcinate.

The extracted residue fell to the ground, and holes were burned on the floor under high temperature. Fortunately, it was not ignited without Mingyuan. Zhang Shuo was relieved to worry about this. After more than a dozen pieces of scrap iron were refined, only egg-sized molten iron was left.

Looking at this little molten iron, Zhang Shuo was very dissatisfied. The real good molten iron should be crystal clear, unlike this one that is not very transparent and turbid, but it is still OK to make a pen with a slightly inferior quality.

Let’s talk about it later if you want a good pen! Now you have to use it first, but you still have a lot of work to do it if you want to write.

First, use mental power to divide small dots and make them into a pen tip. This is very important. Whether the pen is good or not depends on the pen tip. The inscriptions are all used on steel, so the pen tip is not like a normal pen, but more like a drill tip.

The style of the rotating head is not fixed yet. The first thing I think of is the auger, but thinking about it is just a marking pattern, and there is no need to drill holes. The cutter of the flat head is the best. The pen tip is formed under the freezing of mental power. The tiny bearing can make the pen tip rotate, which saves the loss. The inscription master, every moment, is like killing his life.

The remaining iron was made into a pen holder by Zhang Shuo, and the shape of the pen cover was larger. Of course, the ones made by himself should be larger. The materials were ready-made and they were not distressed.

The two parts are wrapped, and the threads are twisted together and fixed very firmly, click!!!

Hehe! This pen set really has a bit of a pen, but where to hang it? Look at your clothes, there is really no place to hang them! I’ll put them in your pocket!

Well~! I have this inscription, what kind of inscription should I give? I haven't stopped it now, I have refined it all, and I have no chance to try it. If not, I can make a pen with ink inscription. This one is not suitable for leather armor.

It seems that it is really not suitable for Zhang Shuo, and there is no material left. Let's do this first.

The inscription is good! I feel at ease and continue reading it again. What the hell is it without an inscription?

After turning over the method of making the inscriptions in front, I started to look at the inscriptions. It’s true that there are quite a lot of inscriptions!

There are all kinds of inscriptions, but it is very basic. The previous owner of the book is not of high level, and the ones you get are only armor-breaking patterns, acceleration patterns and magic guide patterns. It is better to say that there are two types, because magic guide patterns are only responsible for guiding magic into the accelerated armor-breaking patterns to be effective.

Damn~ Look at it, there are only two types of inscriptions, which are too few.

Zhang Shuo was frowning and didn't know that if he was not greedy, he wouldn't be more forceful than him. It would be a loss for someone who bought his things to be unreadable, so Zhang Shuo got the advantage.

If you clean up the residue and throw it in the corner, it is all yours. If others see it, they will treat it as scrap and cannot see anything.

Organize your own cabin, lit the small fireball again, and read the book.

Travel notes? Damn! I’m still Journey to the West! Zhang Shuo opened the cover and took a look!

Well! This is written by the magician of Yunyou. It’s interesting. It turns out that this world is so big. This wasteland is called a high-dried wasteland, a chaotic land, and a land that is at the extreme west.

Chaos, extreme west? It's really interesting. I thought this world was like this. It turned out that it wasn't. I still have to play when I opened it. I also walked out of the wasteland to see the outside world.

It’s useless to read this travel notes without being clearly written. However, this continent is colorful. Warriors and mages are quite good, but now I have to endure it and make some preparations better. Alas! How did this mage die?

Hehe! Look at me so stupid! I'm going to die, where can I still have time to write a diary?

I won’t look at it anymore. It’s getting late and there is no quilt in the house. How can I pass by at night?

Zhang Shuo looked at his cabin and shook his head and felt helpless: Oh! Let’s buy it yourself!

When I left the cabin, I saw Slov. His fat figure was struggling. His fat hand grabbed the bottle with a finger that was comparable to a carrot. Zhang Shuo was deeply impressed.

Zhang Shuo came up to greet: Hi! Slov, where are you drinking?

Uh~ Anthony's little family uh~ guy! It's getting dark uh~ what are you doing?

He was swaying with the wine bottle in his hand, and Zhang Shuo was worried about him not falling: Mr. Slov, drink less! I'll buy some cold quilts to protect the cold at night!

Uh~ I'm hilarious, uh~ I'm buying a quilt! Uh, you didn't have a quilt just now, uh~ Go quickly! Tell you, uh~ There are several women in the bar today uh~ I'm so excited uh~

As a woman! The only man who is enjoying the wasteland likes it, but Zhang Shuo is indifferent and has to work hard to practice and try to get out of the wasteland as soon as possible to prepare.

He smiled and said: Okay, Mr. Slov, go back quickly! I will not talk to you if I go buy a quilt!

Uh~ Bye~ Uh uh uh uh uh so dizzy, come home, today's woman is so good!

Her fat figure motivated her to walk towards her cottage! Zhang Shuo watched him go back to the wooden house that was bigger than him and went to the market to enjoy himself.

Looking at the various street stalls, Zhang Shuo was greedy and went to the place where he bought things during the day. Unfortunately, he changed people. I guess someone thought he had taken advantage of it, and he was afraid that the incident would run away early.

There is nothing you like to see in the stall area, so go inside! Not to mention two places in one market, the street stalls in front look very messy, but the store behind is neat.

Seeing the numerous bars on the street, there are many bars, and Zhang Shuo’s terribles, he has never seen such high-end places as bars. He doesn’t know what they are inside.

I stepped into the bar and watched the chaotic conversations of the guests all over the house.

Zhang Shuo walked to the bartender: The bartender came and was dinged by your specialty wine!!!

A silver coin was thrown on the bartender, and the bartender's eyes shone. Sir, wait! After taking the silver coin and stuffing it into his arms, Zhang Shuo had never come, and knew that his silver coin had entered the bartender's arms!

However, Zhang Shuo didn't say anything, just pretended to be a throwing stone and asked for directions. Soon the large glass of blue wine was prepared and brought to Zhang Shuo.

Sir, this is the wine you want, please use it slowly, and the bartender politely put the wine glass in front of Zhang Shuo.

Well ~ OK! Thank you! Zhang Shuo waved his hand to signal the bartender to leave. He walked alone in the crowd with his wine glass, his ears erected, listening to the rumor, trying to find useful news.

Walking around, it was all the little things on this wasteland, and nothing Zhang Shuo was interested in.

I took a sip of wine bored and walked slowly to the corner.

The bearded man among the three of them drank a sip of wine and said: Hi! Brother, have you heard about it? A caravan from the wasteland was robbed half a month ago.

The Wuxu Man next to him was surprised: What, is this true? Who is so brave?

The remaining man who looked very quiet was drinking, as if nothing else had to do with him.

Bearded and continued to drink, saying: Who knows? But he was robbed and seemed to be the nephew of the Castle Mage, and he was also a mage, and he was killed. I heard that the thief had even dispatched high-level warriors. Now, the lord was furious and furious. I heard that even his beloved small wine pot was broken.
Chapter completed!