Solu held the dust-free arrow that Wu Qi transformed into the shape of a flying knife. The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and the deep surprise was released without any suppression.
The "sealing" of this "dustless arrow" is not perfect, that is to say, it has all the characteristics of a "natural creation". If Solu had not witnessed the Dustless Arrow he created being modified by Wu Qi himself, he would most likely be responsible for the work he had made after being drunk and unconscious.
When Solu looked at Wu Qi again, his words were full of excitement: "Boy, did I use magic to make it?"
Wu Qi finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up and saw his "masterpiece", and finally got a satisfactory answer to his unexpected thoughts.
"No, Master Solu." Wu Qi admitted.
"Good boy! Say anything quickly, I will be my apprentice!" Master Solu smiled brightly, and his red beard raised up in laughter.
When Wu Qi heard the unexpected answer, he didn't react for a while.
"Master Solu, he..."
Master Solu saw through the hesitation in Wu Qi's eyes at a glance, and he said directly: "No need to hesitate. Although my magical power is not like my 'Tiangong Kaiwu', it is still a magical power that is extremely suitable for craftsmen. I dare say that many craftsmen dream of having a third-level magic that can improve their craftsmanship skills, but that kind of thing is related to natural luck and cannot be forced."
Master Solu put his right leg on Wu Qi's shoulder with a snap, and said earnestly: "Boy, I have a talent that will definitely help me achieve a certain level of achievement. I met a famous craftsman in the Abyss of Apocalypse. First, if you didn’t seize the opportunity at that time, what were you waiting for?”
Wu Qi's thinking speed has always been very fast. A scale has already appeared in his mind. The left end of the scale is "Hunter" and the right end of the scale is "Artisan".
Craftsman is a profession that Wu Qi has never known before. Because he didn't even use many guns in human territory, let alone study how to make those technological weapons. And now he is in the Apocalypse Abyss. The culture of the Apocalypse Abyss is completely different from the human territory. They do not have military scientists who manufacture high-tech military weapons. Instead, they have a retro profession called "artisan".
The average leyline capacity of the Apocalypse Abyss is very thick, so it can produce a large amount of high-quality new-age materials. Those who forge those materials into cold weapons that can break through the composite metal armor plates made by mankind's high-tech are called craftsmen. If he learns the skills of a craftsman, he will be of great use in the future.
"Master Suolu, thank you for your compliment," Wu Qi said seriously, "Wu Qi is just a dull hunter, and he has no achievements in learning the disappearing archery of the hunting team. Of course Wu Qi is willing to listen to Master Suolu. Teaching, but whether you can do two things at once will improve your taboos."
Wu Qi slowly stood up straight, and Master Solu had to let go of his leg on Wu Qi's shoulders.
Wu Qi bowed to Master Suolu and said softly: "Master Suolu, thank you."
Master Solu didn't shut up for a long time. He suddenly let out a breath and snorted: "Okay. It seems that the hunter profession is more popular among us young people. They all think that craftsmen are a profession that lives behind the scenes. A good man should have strong Instead of spending a lot of time in a workshop banging and hammering."
Wu Qi cupped his fists and said, "Master, you are serious. You should be able to see that this junior respects you very much."
"Have you seen it? What you say is beautiful, but what you do is ugly." Solu crossed his arms across his chest, closed his eyes, and his displeasure was written on his face.
Solu has been a craftsman for most of his life, and he has many friends in that industry. It turns out that everyone said that all his good luck lies in his talent and special abilities, so he doesn't have the luck to inherit. None of the disciples I have taught have bad character, but Fu Qiu's talent is limited and Qiu Mo does not have the right skills.
If he finally met a good young man who was a craftsman, he thought that he would try to become an apprentice first. If his talent, ability, and character meet the requirements, he would accept him as his direct disciple. Who would have guessed that he was wrong? Fang said something nice, but in the end he rejected him.
Wu Qi was a little embarrassed. He carefully observed the details of Solu's expression and guessed whether the wrong party was really wrong and he was interested in accepting a disciple. He racked his brains for a long time and finally came up with a solution.
"Master Solu, Wu Qi is willing to join your workshop and be an apprentice to help you work in the morning." Wu Qi said respectfully.
Master Solu opened his eyes after hearing this, and then closed them again: "Hey, what do I mean by being a master craftsman? With my level and qualifications, I need to work hard until the morning? The workshop was closed and I went straight to drink!"
Wu Qi smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry that I didn't think carefully."
At that time, a familiar figure walked in from the main entrance of the workshop.
"Master Solu, it's early!"
Whoever comes is not Lekaon. As soon as Lycaon shut up, Wu Qi and Solu both turned their attention to him.
"Well, good morning." Solu and Lycaon replied, "Good morning."
Lycaon smiled and then looked at Wu Qi: "Wu Qi, it's almost time for routine training. He came over to remind me not to be late."
Wu Qi replied: "Okay, thank you."
"Then he will go and prepare first. See you soon, master." Lycaon waved his leg and left the workshop.
After Lycaon left, Solu gave a cold smile and said to Wu Qi: "Boy, I might as well skip the previous training. If not, he said hello to Harvey and asked me to become a support staff member of the hunting team. .”
Wu Qi's Dongba fell slightly to the east. The air was quiet for two seconds, and then Master Solu changed the subject. He waved his legs vigorously as if to chase Wu Qi away, and said: "Forget it, I understand what I mean, let me go. Remember that the Dongwu patrol is over , don’t waste time and come directly to the workshop.”
"Yes!" Wu Qi immediately bowed and bowed, then left.
After Wu Qi left, Solu breathed out. He touched the little sweat that was coming out of his forehead and sighed: "What is that thing? A craftsman is a sacred profession that he devotes half his life to in response to requests. Did he take the initiative to find an apprentice who uses it as a side job?"
I want to know which of the craftsmen and apprentices behind him are not studying here, and to prove their sincerity, they gave him a "half-death" test.
Solu turned around and pointed at the other apprentices loudly: "We must forget everything about what happened in the workshop just now, let alone talk about it!"
"Master, they didn't hear anything!" the apprentices said in unison. There is obviously a tacit understanding.
"It's good to know."
Solu has decided that he is absolutely wrong to find such an apprentice. He must not let his peers know about it, otherwise his old friends will know that he has done that kind of price reduction. The rumor that "the famous craftsman Solu is looking for an apprentice instead" is very common. It is said that all craftsmen and craftsmen know it.
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Will the routine training on the third day start as usual? When they arrived at the location, Laikaon finally found a chance to chat with Wu Qi about what happened in the afternoon.
"You thanked me a lot when we were in the workshop." Wu Qi Cuo Laika Weng thanked him generously. He felt that Lycaon's appearance at a critical moment indirectly affected the development of things.
Wu Qi had heard those hunters talking privately before, and knew that Lykaon was one of the very few hunters who had a good relationship with Master Solu. His appearance means that his face has a vague effect. If it were another hunter to remind him of the training time, Solu's mood would easily get worse, and it would be difficult to let him go without giving in.
Lycaon smiled and said, "He didn't do anything."
What Lykaon said, in fact, he did help Wu Qi in a certain sense. And this is an action full of subjective initiative, rather than an accident.
"Speaking of which, I have just met Master Craftsman, so I don't know for sure. Master Craftsman is a very good senior. Maybe others think that Master Craftsman's temper is a bit strange and difficult to approach, but in fact, Master Craftsman believes in himself. The eye that screens people; just ask if he sees the wrong person, and he will mistake that person for being particularly good." Lycaon said.
Wu Qi slightly agreed.
The pre-training chat ends and training begins immediately.
Wu Qi put away everything in his mind that had nothing to do with archery, and focused exclusively on the bow and arrows in his legs, especially the bow and arrows in the legs of Lycaon, who was standing 200 meters away.
Lycaon's body was in a perfect archery posture. He held the longbow firmly with one leg, and took the arrow with the other leg. There was even a trace of elegance in his smooth movements. He focused his eyes on the arrow, aiming at the target behind the arrow, and pressed the nock of the arrow with his leg fingers to fully draw the bowstring.
Lycaon suddenly coughed. The wind-breaking arrow suddenly broke away from the bow string, pierced the air, and disappeared in the center of Wu Qi's eyes in an instant.
At that moment, a picture popped up in Wu Qi's focused mind for no reason. In the picture, the "gravity" that controls 100% of the power can almost drain himself of his mental power, and he is still trying to find a way to change the shape of the dust-free arrow by bypassing the "Tiangong Kaiwu" seal.
Regarding the magical power of the game, whether "gravity" can defeat "Tiangong Kaiwu" in the field of the wrong side. But at the end, his "operational ability" suddenly broke out, and he used his precision gravity that is unbelievable in retrospect to get into the loopholes of the "Tiangong Kaiwu".
At that moment, it was as if the gravitational force he controlled had turned into particles at the level of a small unit, capable of invading and retreating at will in front of a design that was as tight as a Thousand Machine Locks, and could even change its external "organic arrangement."
The so-called "power of operation" and "precision of magic" are ultimately related to the mental power of the user! Mental power can be strengthened through exercise. It has no entity, and it cannot be exuded like it can be measured.
The whistling arrow had already flown three feet in front of Wu Qi. Wu Qi opened his eyes wide, unable to concentrate 10% of his energy and all his mental power.
Wu Qi has used all his powerful mental power on perception, raising the sensitivity of the perception network to the extreme. Could it be that he couldn't "feel" the arrows coming close to him anyway? The gray smoke that looks like an illusion but also looks like a real thing is wrapped around the flying arrow, as if it has separated the barrier between the two worlds.
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